Can A Demon Be a Father?

Chapter 5

(Sweeney's POV)

For the past week all I've been doing is cleaning up my room and sharpening and shining my friends.

Mrs. Lovett would come and check on me and bring me meals from time to time. Not that I could bring myself to eat. Or sleep for most nights for that matter.I always had murder on the brain, I needed and craved my revenge.

I couldn't wait to slice the judges throat open and watch the precious rubies drip down the blade.

God just the thought of it was almost..orgasmic and satisfying I must say.

I was so lost in thought that, I didn't notice that I had cut myself sharpening the blades in the process. Until crimson fluid feel down the side of my hand and onto the dusty wooden floor.

"Shit' I murdered to myself. Last thing I needed was to get injured on my hand. How the hell was I going to be able to use my razors with a cut this deep?!

Throwing my razor across the room onto my dresser, I groaned before making my way down stairs.

"Mrs. Lovett?' I called out as I walked into her shop. But she was nowhere in site.

I called out again for her and ignored the pain in my hand.

Suddenly I heard her softly singing, and it seemed to be coming from Pipa's room.

Standing by the door I listened silently to her beautiful lullaby.

(Song by The Backyardigans:Rockabilly lullaby.Some words have been changed. Such as mermaid to Pipa.)

"Rest my little darlin', you've had a busy day

The sun is a fallin', and it's time for me to say,

hush

Hush

Hush little Pipa, goodnight

Hush

Hush little Pipa, sleep tight.

Close your eyes, close your eyes and lay down your head

In your peaceful little bed, have a snooze, please,

like I said And

hush

Hush

Hush little Pipa, goodnight, hush little Pipa sleep tight.

You're feeling kind of sleepy

You're feeling kind of loopy

Your hair is getting floppy

And your eyelids getting droopy.

May your dreams be sweet as you fall into a snooze.

Perhaps again we'll meet but now we have no sleep to lose. so hush

Hush

Hush, little Pipa, goodnight

Hush

Hush little Pipa, sleep tight, hush, hush little Pipa, goodnight

Hush little Pipa, hush little Pipa, goodnight."

Once she stopped singing she layed Pipa down to sleep, she began to walk out of the room.

She gasped once she saw me.

"Mr.T, you scared me half to death love. What's wrong?" she asked.

With a sigh, I raised my hand and showed her my still bleeding cut.

She gasped and took it causing me to flinch.

"My god love, what did you do to yourself?"

"Never mind that, do you have any bandage or not?" I asked getting irritated.

"Love that's going to need more than a bandage. That will need to be stitched up before it gets infected. Come with me right this instant.'

I rolled my eyes but did as she instructed,she lead me back into the parlor and sat me down on the couch.

"Don't move, I'll be back in a sec" she said in a firm voice.

"God, why didn't I pay attention to what I was doing? Now this woman will be on my case for the rest of the night!'

"But you secretly want her to care for you don't you Benjamin?" a voice deep in my head said in a taunting voice.

I was about to snap back at it when Mrs. Lovett came back into the room with a sewing kit and a small square item.

"Don't you worry love, I'll be as completely gentle as I possibly can.'

With that said she threaded her needle and stuck the damn thing Into my hand.

I groaned in pain under my breath and tried to focus on something..anything else to block out this stinging pain.

"..So Mrs. Lovett...Has it been hard raising your daughter on your own?" I asked through groans. Not completely sure why I brought up the topic anyways.

"Well like I've said before love, times is hard. But somehow me and my girl get by.'

"What umm..happened to Mr. Lovett? Did he love Pipa as much as you do?"

Once I asked that she stopped sewing and looked at me with such sad eyes.

"..He died of a heart attack he did. I didnt really marry the bugger out of love anyways. Just did it to finally leave my parents house. And as for Pipa..no love he never knew her...you see she's not really my daughter...

"What do you mean?' I asked as she finished sewing me up.

"You may want to wear gloves from now on love, It'll keep the cut safe' she said looking away from me.

"Mrs. Lovett, I asked you a question. Why wont you answer it?" I said getting somewhat angry.

"It's not an easy subject to talk about love."

"...Eleanor Lovett, I've known you for years. And you clearly know my intentions now. Why would I judge or look down on you now?"

She sighed and sat back down next to me.

"Okay, When I say shes not my daughter. I mean me and Albert didnt conceive her.You see after Albert died I was all alone. I would walk the streets of London to just clear my head and avoid depression by just staying in bed all day.

Then one particular day, I was passing by the alley of old Mr. Joe's Candle shop and I hear the sound of a baby crying."

"You found her...in an alley?" I asked in shock.

Mrs. Lovett nodded and I could see eyes welling up in those sweet chocolate brown eyes.And her lip quivered as she continued her story.

"Poor dear was wrapped in a bloody blanket and let alone to die in a box. She was so small, so I could only assume she was premature. I knew I couldn't just leave her there, So I took her home and nursed her back to health. I don't care if I didnt birth her or not, She means the absolute world to me...my little Pipa.'

She said finally allowing herself to cry into her hands.

Without thinking I put an arm around her shoulder to comfort her.

But I tensed up when she leaned on my shoulder.

Her story honestly broke my heart. Pipa didnt deserve to be thrown up. Thank god Mrs. Lovett had found her.

Finally she pulled away and handed me the square object she had from earlier.

"Well I'm off to bed love, goodnight ' she said bearly looking at me.

After she was in her room, I looked down at the object.

It was a golden picture frame that could open and close.

Inside was a picture of Lucy and our little Johanna.

But the strangest thing happened. As I continued to stare at them..the picture somehow changed. And instead of Lucy and Johanna...It was Nellie and Pipa.

I couldn't understand what was happening to me as I layed there on the couch feeling completely torn.