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Perchance to Dream (COMPLETE)	By : Khaleesi-Of-Dragons Category: S through Z > Sweeney Todd (Movie Only) > Sweeney Todd (Movie Only) Views: 1304 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Sweeney Todd, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Any and all songs used belong to their respective owners.

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Elizabeth couldn't believe what she was seeing, couldn't believe what part her brother was playing in a madwoman's scheme; her Benjamin would never murder a stranger in cold blood and he most certainly wouldn't allow his neighbor to put them into pies, but her Benjamin died fifteen years ago and a demon took over his corpse. That had to be what had happened because she couldn't handle it being anything other than the Devil's malicious work. Todd looks up from the corpse in his chair when he hears his sister's gasp, taking in the ashen hue of her skin and the way she stared at him as though seeing a monster. "Lettie," he says, letting the razor drop to the ground as he holds up his hands in a gesture that meant he would do her no harm.
Elizabeth shakes her head rapidly back and forth, letting out small whimpers of fear every now and again as he walks closer to her. "No," she shrieks when he reaches out for her, batting his hand away. The blood on his sleeve transferred to her hand when she struck out at him, standing out harshly against her flesh. "N-no... No...No, Benji." He could see how she struggled to catch her breaths, the tight corset and heavy fabric of her dress not assisting her at all. "Please..."
"Lettie—"
"You don't get to call me that!" Her sudden shout made him wince and he felt as though someone was twisting a knife in his heart. "You don't... You're not my Benjamin anymore. You're as insane as that woman downstairs!" And before Todd could grab onto her, Elizabeth was fleeing down the stairs, not looking back or paying attention to where she was going. She just needed to get far away from that monster, but she barely made it three blocks before a man shoved her roughly to the cobblestones. "Get off!"
"Not yet, little pet," a familiar voice snarls in her ear as his repulsive stench filled her nose and made her eyes water. Beadle Bamford had found her and he was in a foul mood. "You've made the Judge very angry and he thinks it's time that I punished you."
"You disgusting worm!" Elizabeth increased her struggles, adrenaline giving her enough strength to buck him off of her and turn onto her back, but Bamford did not let that stop him. Judge Turpin had ordered the girl's silence, and Bamford would do anything his lord asked him to do if it ended with him being rewarded for his service. Bamford, now standing with one of his feet planted firmly on Elizabeth's neck, brings his walking stick down hard against her midsection. He loved to hear people scream when he hurt them, it made him feel a sense of power that he'd never had before, but all Elizabeth could feel was a burning agony wherever the cane struck—her shoulders, her stomach, her legs, Bamford didn't seem to care as long as the screams still came.
"Dirty harlots like you shouldn't walk on God's earth." His words were punctuated with another strike, and another after that as Elizabeth's loud screams turn into quiet whimpers. She was too tired to scream, hurting too bad to fight anymore, and she could barely focus on anything except the pain. She hurt so badly, every inch of her body had turned a dark red, blood spilling from the shallow cuts that decorated her abused flesh. "It's time for the end, Miss Banner. I hope you prayed enough while you lived." As Bamford raised the cane one last time, Elizabeth shut her eyes to the world.
*~::~*::~* ANDREW *~::~*::~*
Andrew had thought tonight would be like every other night when he was on duty, he would head out and patrol the bad elements of London and try to keep the peace, but Fate seemed to have a different plan in mind for him. He'd just entered the bad part of town when he saw the body of a woman lying in the middle of the street, a pool of blood surrounding her and giving him a start. Sure, he's seen dead bodies in his lifetime, but this wasn't too far from Fleet Street. Holding his breath, he approaches the body and the face that he found there made his heart clench. It was Elizabeth. "No," he gasps, dropping to his knees beside her and paying no mind as the blood soaked into his pants.
"And," she murmurs, her voice barely heard," Andrew?"
"I'm here," he tells her, holding her in his arms as a man might hold his bride. "I've got you, Lettie." Elizabeth falls back into unconsciousness as Andrew gets to his feet, struggling not to slip in the pool of scarlet as he began to run. There were no doctors here that could help her, he knew it was already too late for help, so he did the only other thing he could think of—he took her home. At least this way her brother and the boy she's spoken so fondly of would get to say their goodbyes, but only if Andrew made it to the parlor before Elizabeth's heart stopped. As it is, she's barely breathing and hardly recognizable, covered in bruises and blood and grime. He'd promised to protect her, but what had she been doing walking around at his time of night? He doesn't stop running until he can make out the soft light shining through the window of Todd's parlor, holding Elizabeth closer to him as he carefully made his way up the creaking stairs. "Mister Todd!" He kicks open the door and barges in, but he doesn't find what he thinks he would.
"Lettie," Todd breathes, stepping down on the peddle that would send Beadle Bamford down into the bakehouse.
"Dear God in Heaven, what have you done?" But it's as if Todd didn't see Andrew at all, only the woman clutched in his arms. "Stay back!" Andrew tried to take a step back, but his pant-leg snagged on a loose nail and tripped him up. Before he could stop himself, he was suddenly falling backwards, through the old railing of the porch, and hitting the cobblestones below with a horrible crack. He could feel the bones in his body shatter at the contact, could feel as warm blood seeps from his body and to the ground to join Elizabeth's. He couldn't move, but he was still holding Elizabeth tightly against him as Sweeney Todd appeared over him. The demon crouched down, brushing some of Elizabeth's dark hair off her face. She was already cold and dead, the impact of the fall finishing what some other man had started.
"Goodbye, my sweet sister."
"Benjamin Barker...?" Sweeney's dark eyes focus on Andrew, filled with pity as he rests the sharp edge of his razor against the boy's throat, giving him the mercy of a quick death.

Camille walked effortlessly down the street, holding the hand of her adoptive-brother tightly to keep him from wandering off. That's the last thing she needed when they were already lost in the bustling streets of downtown London. They've been there a grand total of three hours and were already so turned around that she couldn't have told you if up was down or not. "C'mon," she says to the little boy," we should find it soon." The truth was that she wasn't sure what she was even looking for at this point, just that she'd know it when she saw it. All the houses in this area were condemned, made back in the early 1800's and no longer fit to house people. Finally, her feet sore and her head throbbing from the constant noise, Camille sits down on the rotted step of an old pie shop.
Jamie sat down next to her, his short legs swinging back and forth and a smile on his face. He was only two and saw the happiness in everything, even old decaying buildings such as this one. If only she could get directions back to their hotel; she's quite sure their parents would be worried if they didn't appear soon. "You lost, dear?" Camille looks up from her boots when she hears a man's voice, the sound familiar to her, but not quite enough for her to know where she's heard it before. Standing not two feet away is a tall man with short black hair and pale skin, there were dark bruises under his eyes to show for his lack of sleep and he had a lean body that hinted at not eating enough.
"I'm afraid so," Camille nods, standing up and taking her brother into her arms. "Do you know where—"
"That's a beautiful necklace, miss." Camille's free hand comes to rest over the small sapphire and diamond circle hanging around her neck, taking a couple of steps back only to have the man follow her. "Given to you by someone you love, I'd bet."
"Leave her alone, Benji," another voice commands from above. Camille spins around, spotting a woman standing on the small porch upstairs. Her dark hair fell down her back loosely, and her skin seemed to be as pale as the man's was. "Can't you see you're scaring the poor girl?" The man laughs a little, a dark sound that made Camille back up a few more steps. The man, Benji, takes the creaking stairs two at a time and joins the woman up on the porch. "Sorry, miss, it's just lonely in this part of town is all. He won't harm ya."
"I apologize as well, it's just too tempting to sneak up on people sometimes."
"Sorry, miss, you can't be down here," yet another man calls out, a police officer by the looks of him. "These old buildings could come down at any time, so you need to get on back to where it's safe."
"I'm sorry, I got lost," Camille explains, wondering why he didn't tell the pair behind her the same thing.
"Well, let's get you unlost, shall we?" As the officer lead her away, Camille looks over her shoulder, but finds the small porch empty.
"Wait, there were people over there..." She notices right away that the man goes pale when he looks back as well, biting his bottom lip nervously and trying to urge her to keep walking. "You can't just leave them in that place, not when it could collapse and kill them!"
"It can't kill anything that ain't alive. Those two you saw will be just fine."
"Are you insane? Of course they were alive!"
"They weren't, miss. I get reports from tourists like you all the time about a pair of siblings that run all through these parts, but there's nothin' I can do about any ghosts. They were both murdered a long time ago and haven't left since." As the police officer propels her down the street, Camille recalls something she hadn't noticed right away—the pair had worn strange clothing and the stairs hadn't made a sound when the man had run up them. When she reaches one of the main streets that people were actually occupying, she turns to give the officer her thanks, but he had disappeared somewhere behind her.
"Excuse me," she calls out, her voice shaking as she takes a step back the way she had came.
"Don't come down here, miss. It isn't safe." The voice of the police officer seemed to come from right beside her, she could smell his cologne, but there wasn't anyone there. That settles it, she decides as she runs the rest of the way back to her hotel, I'm never paying another visit to Fleet Street as long as I live!
Benjamin and Lettie watch as Andrew leads the poor girl and little boy away from them, Lettie resting her head on her brother's shoulder. "Must be one of our relatives," Benjamin states," no one else feels the need to come visit us anymore."
"She was wearing the necklace I gave Johanna," Lettie points out as the police officer returns to his post just outside the pie shop. "Had the girl's hair color too."
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