Fandom: Sweeney Todd
Genre: General
Rating: K +, perhaps T
Pairing: None, a bit of complicity Sweeney / OC, but no romance XD
Status : Full
Summary: After nearly a year, the widow of one of its customers has discovered and decided to visit How to react when he discovers that has destroyed the life of an innocent girl, as he did? What if that girl made him think about himself?
N / A: For despite everything, I enjoyed writing this little silly. Certainly not me I look for any ways, but, hey, yes I gusto. And for me to say I like something that was supposed to be writing ... autoconclusivos, but several people have asked me to continue it. I do what people send, that's what it is you who read me ^ ^. The criticisms are welcome! This is my first fic posted here! XD You can read it
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No, I can not help, do not think it's wrong
is that I am well, I live in the dark.
some remorse, I have already begun to forget
past life and I no longer remember.
I know I have changed, the situation has been
play another game.
Vampire
Another corpse that fell through the trapdoor in the floor.
is drawing a cynical smile on his face when he heard how the man's neck broke when they hit the ground. Surprisingly or his clothes or the knife were smeared her blood, which was an advantage for him, since he did not have to be changed.
probably would be the last customer of the day, so he decided to keep the knives in their proper place when the door opened, surprising. He turned like a spring to see a womanwaiting in the doorway, his face serene but a glimmer of gloom in his eyes. Todd stood up to his full height, not knowing what to expect.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Todd.
"Good afternoon, Miss What I can do for you?
The woman actually was just a girl who probably did not exceed the twenty-entered the room with a distracted air and watching it all with special attention, as if each of these objects there were strange and unfamiliar to her .
Todd followed her gaze. He frowned when he saw her move toward the chair. With a pale hand touched one of the arms, but immediately turned away from her and headed toward the big window overlookinglight into the room. Stayed there. Still. Like a statue.
"It's a good question. What can serve, Mr. Todd? .- His voice was incredibly soft.
"Maybe shaving her husband .- ventured the barber.
-Oh no .- the girl turned to him only half his face being illuminated by the light of street lamps .- I already did ...
His gaze was more than significant.
The man took two steps back. Never had to face this situation. Never had to face one of the relatives of some of his victims. Never had to see the suffering furrowing his face. And that girl looked like the quintessential representative of all that crowd of peoplehe was leaving behind.
- What has happened, Mr. Barker?
A grimace crossed his face in a barber shop when he heard that name.
-No. No more than Barker. Now I'm Sweeney Todd.
-Barker, Todd ... In the background is the same. Pain and thirst for revenge. But what about the victims? "Sweeney Todd swore he saw a tear elusive travel one of the girl's cheeks .- What about my family? My husband never caused any harm. It was a simple tailor, who was at the wrong time and place. Like you.
scraps of memory back to your brain with unusual force. He shook his head and frowned fiercely trying to drive them away. That was the past. That was a different man quand now he was standing there.
- What if I now decided to take my revenge? After all, you left my side what I most wanted.
Before I could realize, Todd had the edge of a razor stroking the bottom of his neck. He remained motionless, static, his eyes following every single move of the girl. He also had his own knife in hand, but not brandished against the girl. In a way
understood. The shreds of the man who had been still had traces of pure feelings. I could still feel pity, compassion. I could still understand.
And understand that behind that mask, that fragile porcelain mask, had ta world period. The same eyes that passed his lips could not. But it was not that kind of feelings that he expected to find in the eyes of the girl.
Rabia. Hate. Revenge. Death wishes.
No, it was not.
was compassion.
Contact with the cold metal surface disappeared, and the girl returned to his seat by the window.
"I wonder how you discovered.
- What's that cares Are you worried that you can tell someone else? I'm sure you have very effective ways to shut me up .- Todd razor flashed momentarily, as a signal.
-Oh. But by whom I have taken? I would never hurt a lady like you .- answered half smiledsa. "Of course
no.-a sigh escaped his lips narrowed .- I do not remember it? I used to sit there, "pointing to one of the corners of the estancia.-with his wife. Whistle while you shave your customers. .- Always whistling a little tune rang through the room, and for a moment this seemed brighter, as if the walls could remember the past.
Todd closed his eyes. The memory of his wife by reading a story a little girl while whistling a tune popped into his head, but disappeared before he could pay more attention. Something
said that in fact this was the same girl just with 15 more years.
"It was a good man, Mr. .. Todd.
"In this world there is no room for good people .- he replied with a deeper voice than I expected as she stood beside her, facing the street. All the shops began to close and people return to their hogares. "All the blame is yours ...
- Yours do them? Remember Mr. Todd, that you also belong to humanity.
Something like a laugh out of the barber's throat as she watched the girl's eyes.
"Of course I'm human, but something that makes me different from them: I am aware of my sins. Did you?
- Do not feel any of these deaths? .- Dodged the question .- Not one of them Do not have regrets? "There has been
night will not have nightmares .- sinceror. And the black circles under his eyes testified .- But it is becoming increasingly rare.
She walked away from him and was the worst place in the entire room chair. Todd thought, seeing her sit on it, that she was crazy. With calm passage stood behind her, stroking the back of the chair and accidentally brushing her hair.
The same melody re-echo in the room, and unconsciously, he walked with their own whistles. For a moment was no more Sweeney Todd. Even Barker. Only Benjamin. The devoted husband and famous barber. And for a moment that shadow pain disappeared from his eyes.
blinked. There it was again the shadow.
- Are you aware that with a simple movementnt of my foot could decide whether he lives or dies? - asked when the song was over, with the last notes echoing. She just shrugged. Looked askance at the feet of the barber who kept together and away from the pedal.
-live, die. All the time comes.
"But better late than early.
"Everything depends on how you live.
-O as I die. There is still time to leave, "he whispered while Todd took out one of the blades and began to sharpen.
- What's the difference?
- How could a woman so young feel such contempt for life? .- Stared at the girl's neck, trying to guess his thoughts.
She did not answer. He remained silent while he spent hisfingers on the arms of his chair, stroking the surface. Chair treacherous. So comfortable, so deadly.
- Do you know who is Dracula? - Again evaded his questions. What hiding? Why is more interested in him? - You know, the vampire from Transylvania ... "I
short necks, not impaled my clients. And I can proudly say that at least smell good when I kill .- said with clear sarcasm. She frowned at the comment so cruel.
-lives in the darkness, consumed by his hatred and madness, and everyone has heard of you or your alter ego , but nobody knows who he is or where it is. Like him.
her when she stood up, Todd looked away from the knife and followed her eyes.
"I'll tell you why I have not killed yet, because there is someone out there who knows, who knows what he is doing. It understands out of that crazy love that professes Mrs. Lovett. And they need.
- What makes you think I'm looking for redemption? Do not need nobody. Do not need no forgiveness or compassion.
Todd knew he was lying and could not deceive himself. But how admit that yes I needed someone? What was really a relief to know that someone understood his job? His reasons ... If not for Mrs. Lovett he would probably now a mountain of corpses at the door. Probably, had it not been for Mrs. Lovett he would now back to Australia and without their comingNZA. It was certainly not need anyone. He did, but not the way the girl crept. He was an independent man. Nellie could do without, perhaps only for a while, but enough to finish the job. Then, nothing mattered.
She stood by the door, looking through the glass toward the stairs, as if there was something terribly interesting at the foot of them. He stared for a moment standing there. Pale, but not with the sickly pallor that characterized him and without any feature of turmoil in his face. And she? "She needed someone?
The door opened, and a small gust of wind shook the girl's dress and her own hair. The shock of white hairor fell on his dark eyes, making it look completely insane. With discomfort, immediately departed.
A giggle escaped from the lips of the girl looked at him with something that sailed between fun and pity. As if he knew what he had in mind.
-Even vampires to feed, they need someone's blood, Mr. Todd. End
