Over the next few weeks almost everytime Mr. Todd had a customer he would send me downstairs for some stupid chore to be done.
I did these chores without complaint, only because I knew exactly what he was doing. I just needed to gather the courage to ask to be part of his revenge.
There were times that we would have time to just sit and talk. We never talked about much. Correction, I never talked about much. I talked about my likes and dislikes, but kept my past private. It was seldom that Todd actually talked to me about himself, but when he did it always surprised me.
He told me things, like how he couldn't stand the taste of spinach, or that he use to love to write fictitious stories in the early morning.
After a slow morning we finally had a customer. Mr. Todd was itching for a throat to slit, I could tell by the way he was pacing the floor.
"Miss Marks, will you please go to the market, and fetch me some shaving creame? I'm running a little low," Mr. Todd spoke through thin lips.
I rolled my eyes, "I just got you shaving creame two days ago, how are you out already?"
He narrowed his eyes, and I could tell that his patience was wearing thin, "It's been a busy week, Miss Marks. The busier one is, the more supplies that person will need. Do not question me again, do you understand me?"
I gave him a curt nod, and walked out. The moment I got back I finally voiced what I had seen just three weeks before.
"I know what you do Mr. Todd."
He raised an innocent looking eyebrow, "Shave faces? Cut hair?"
I smirked. Honestly, how stupid did he think I was?
"I know that you kill people for a living."
The next thing I knew is that I was thrown up against the wall with a chased silver razor to my delicate throat.
"What else do you know?" Todd demanded.
"I know that you killed Pirelli, and I know that we both share the same dream... to kill that bloody Judge Turpin." I said as I tried to move away from the razor blade. "I'm not as stupid as I look. I can see the bloodlust in your eyes when you come downstairs from a killing. Everytime you talk to me after killing someone you seem so much more at peace. You send me out for a random errands almost everytime you have a customer. I can put two and two together."
"You said that we share the same dream of killing the Judge. What did he do to you?" Todd asked, his anger momentarily subsided.
"Just as you wish to keep your past private, I wish to do the same. All you need to know is that he hurt me enough for me to kill him."
With that said his razor pressed into my throat even harder. My patience was gone, and I let my adrenaline take me over. I grabbed Todd by his wrists, spun him around, and slammed him into the wall I was just pinned against.
"Now..." I started to close the space between us, "You can either accept my invitation as an accomplice, or kill me. Just know that Judge Turpin has a thing for blonde- haired beauties like myself. I could help get him back on you side."
Todd sighed, " As much as I hate to admit it, you're right. He won't forgive me without your word. You can be my accomplice, along with Mrs. Lovett."
With that I let him go, and we began plotting our vengeance.
Mrs. Lovett came up to give us lunch at around one o' clock.
"Where 'ave you been, dearie? I've been missin' you downstairs." She said with her hands on her hips.
Todd turned to her, "She's been helping plot revenge against the Judge."
"You know?!" She exclaimed.
I shook my head, "I've known for weeks. I'm just good at keeping secrets. The only reason I told Mr. Todd I knew is because I wanted to join him, and I was sick of the idiotic errands he was sending me on.
"Oh, well, alright then. Then you don't mind if you 'ave to slit throats, or clean up blood." Mrs. Lovett tested.
I shook my head, "I've dealt with much worse in my life Mrs. Lovett, I assure you."
With that I took my lunch, and went to my room to spend the rest of the day there. I fought to keep the memories of my past from resurfacing. Finally, with an exhausted mind and body, I fell asleep, only to have the same nightmare I had seven months before, and every night since then.
I awoke with a jolt as always, and began to cry. After ten minutes of me crying there was a knick at the door.
"Come in," I whispered.
Mr. Todd stepped in with a concerned look on his face, "Miss Marks, are you alright?"
I shook my head, and stayed silent.
"Can I ask what is wrong?"
Again, I shook my head, and let a fresh batch of sobs wrack through my whole body.
Mr. Todd crossed his arms, "Miss Marks, I refuse to believe that nothing is bothering you. Especially after your display of strength this afternoon, physical and emotional. Tell me what is so bad that you scream in your sleep and when you wake leaves you crying like a little child."
I took a few calming breaths, and explained my dream to my partner in crime. After explaining a whole new batch of tears rushed to my eyes.
Mr. Todd took me by surprise and pulled me to his chest, cradling my head and back, as if to protect me from the world's evil.
I let myself be held by this man, letting the human contact comfort me, something I hadn't felt in almost a year.
After a few moments of silence I spoke, "The thing that makes thus whole ordeal even worse is that it was done by none other that The Great Judge Turpin."
My whole body began to shake with anger and hatred. Mr. Todd pulled me closer, and held me tighter. I could tell that he was slightly shaking as well.
I took a deep breath through my nose and braced myself for Mr. Todd's response, "Mr. Todd, what did Judge do to you to deserve death?"
Mr. Todd sighed, "It's a long story."
I shrugged, "I think we have time."
Todd sighed again, "You really should sleep."
I shook my head, "I never fall back asleep after these dreams."
Todd sighed once again, and began to tell his tale, "There was a barber and his wife, and she was beautiful. A foolish barber and his wife. She was his reason and his life, and she was beautiful, and she was virtuous, and he was... naive."
"There was another man who saw that she was beautiful. A pious vulture of the law, who, with a gesture of his claw, removed the barber from his plate, then there was nothing but to wait, and she would fall, so soft, so young, so lost and oh so beautiful!"
"Pretty little thing, silly little nit had her chance for the moon on a string. Poor thing! Poor thing... There was this judge, you see, wanted her like mad. Everyday he'd send her a flower. But did she come down from her tower? Sat up there and sobbed by the hour. Poor fool. Ah but there was worse yet to come, poor thing..."
"The Beadle calls on her, all polite. Poor thing, poor thing. "The Judge," he tells her, "is all contrite, "He blames himself for her dreadful plight, "She MUST come come straight to his house tonight!" Poor thing, poor thing!"
"Of course when she goes there, poor thing, poor thing! They're having this ball all in masks.There's no one she knows there, poor dear, poor thing. She wanders tormented and DRINKS, poor thing! 'The Judge has repented,' she thinks, poor thing. "Oh where is Judge Turpin?" she asks... ...He was there alright! Only NOT so contrite!"
"She wasn't no match for such craft, you see and everyone thought it's so droll!They figured she had to be daft, you see so all of them stood there and LAUGHED, you see. Poor soul! Poor thing!"
I wrapped my arms around Mr. Todd's waist, wishing I could take all of his pain and anger away.
He continued to hold me, and we shared our pain.
I woke up the next morning with Philp's strong arms wrapped around me. I kept my eyes closed, and shook away the nightmare I had the night before. I moved toward Philip and placed a soft kiss on his lips.
He smiled and said, "Mornin', my Lucy."
The first thing I noticed was that he called me Lucy. Next I noticed his voice was not the soft calming voice I knew, but the gruff protective voice I had grown use to.
I jumped up from my bed. "Sweeney Todd!?" I exclaimed.
Mr. Todd was fully awake by now, "Alaizabel?!"
Tears swelled in my eyes, "Oh my god. What did we do? Oh my god, Philip, I'm so sorry."
I sank to my knees and Mr. Todd lifted me up, and looked me squarely on the eyes. He placed his hands on my shoulders, "Alaizabel, I can assure you that nothing happened last night. You fell asleep and I held you for awhile to be assured that you didn't have anymore nightmares. I must have laid down and fallen asleep as well. The only thing that happened is that we were so distressed that we merely mixed each other up for the one love and have lost. We both know that that kiss was meant for your Philip, not for Sweeney Todd. I thought you were my Lucy in my arms, and that I was still known as Benjamin. We did nothing wrong, and I'm sure Philip and Lucy would understand."
He paused and held my hands, "Now, let's go downstairs, enjoy some breakfast, and get on with our day."