Sweeney Todd X Reader

Chapter 6

Sweeney's POV:

I sighed a breath of relief, seeing my huff turn into fog in the chilly air of the pie shop. She hadn't realized I was lying. If I do say so myself, I take lying very well. In secret, I did in fact have the key. I ripped it of of the leather and metal ring that (Y/N) had set down. Maybe if I'm just fast enough, I can clean the cellar before she sees the bloody mess down there.

But then there's the fear that she'll go to the city for another ring. Well, whatever happens happens, I suppose.

The next early morning, I got up and strolled down the shadowy grand Fleet Street, memories flowing in and out of my brain of my once perfectly stitched family.

As I stepped into the pie shop, I snuck to the cellar door, unlocking it. I crept down the stairs, looking at all of the bodies, and the fire still running. Nobody had turned it off. The pie shop was lucky to still be around.

  I quickly grabbed bodies, tossing them into the flames, and I spotted one of my razors. My eyes stung with the realization that they had ripped my love's life from her throat, and the flames took the life of a woman I was beginning to open my heart to. What if Mrs. Lovett was right after all? What if...

What if life is for the alive, and I need to drop my past?

My name is Sweeney Todd; not Benjamin Barker.

That man is dead. It's Todd now... Sweeney Todd- and I must live my own life if I am not Benjamin Barker.

I stared at the flames for a moment, my eyes burning.

I looked at the blood splattered floor, and sighed. I threw any trace of homicide into the tall closet of absolute death, and strolled back upstairs, locking the door. I almost wept, but I managed to control myself.

I dropped the key, kicking it under a table to make it seem as if it had fallen on accident, and she didn't notice.