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Fallen Angel	By : Linalove1988 Category: S through Z > Sweeney Todd (Movie Only) > Sweeney Todd (Movie Only) Views: 1526 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 13

The air was chilly and the sky was dark as Anna hurried down the street. Her hands were shaking from nerves as she walked. She wasn’t sure what she was thinking when she decided to go there. He had made it perfectly clear that he didn’t want her to be there but how else was she supposed to see him? She wanted some answers; she wanted to know what he wanted from her and what their…arrangement meant. Did he even like her? Respected her as a person? She couldn’t stop thinking about their encounters; about him. She wanted to know if it was the same for him.
As she started getting closer and closer to the pie shop, her feet gradually slowed down as her resolve started wavering.
What was she thinking? She shouldn’t be there. What if he didn’t want her there?
She finally came into a halt and looked at the building. Smoke was coming out of the chimney and she could see light coming from the pie shop. It was Sunday so the bakery was closed for the night. She took a deep breath and made to cross the street but movement from the right stopped her. A man entered Mrs. Lovett’s yard and headed up the stairs towards the barbershop.
Anna frowned when she saw the man entering the shop without a problem. She even heard the doorbell jingle. Was it open so late in the evening? On a Sunday? Of course no one would turn a customer away at such difficult times so she wasn’t surprised when the man didn’t leave immediately. As she waited, she looked around her, only then realizing that she stood alone in the dark street. Very few people were around and she started feeling anxious about standing there alone. She looked at the shop again and waited as patiently as she could for the customer to leave so she could go over.
More minutes passed and the man had no emerged. Anna sighed and she made up her mind to at least enter Mrs. Lovett’s yard and wait there. She crossed the street and quickly stepped into the open space. The tables where empty and clean and as she looked up she could see a cage with a canary inside. The bird chirped once when it saw her and she smiled. The smile dropped form her face when she heard a loud thump coming from somewhere in the shop. She paused and looked first at the pie shop and then at the stairs that led to the barbershop. She hesitated briefly before she shook her head and proceeded to walk up the stairs.
She arrived at the top of the stairs and again she paused as she felt her hesitation returning. She fumbled with her hands but she finally walked over towards the door. She swallowed hard and lifted her hand, ready to knock but when she looked up she saw the barber’s face looking up at her through the glass of the door, his face a mask of shock as he stood there, ready to flip the closed sign on. They stared at each other for a few moments until Sweeney blinked and slowly opened the door.
“Anna?” he murmured quietly as he looked at her. He stood between her and the shop and his hand still held onto the door.
Anna blinked in confusion, “You were closing?” she asked and he frowned.
“Of course. Why are you here?” he asked her as he took a small step towards her.
“I…there a was a man in here.” She stated with confusion and his frown deepened.
“I beg your pardon?”
“I saw a man coming in here just a few minutes ago.” She said and his mouth twitched before he slowly moved his right hand behind his back.
“Minutes ago? I assure you-…”
“What’s that?” she asked as she reached around him for his hand. Her fingers closed around his cool skin and she pulled his hand in front of them. It was tinged with red at the cuff.
“What’s that?” she asked and he sharply tugged his hand free.
“Nothing.” He said gruffly as he stepped aside a little bit.
“Is that blood?” she reached for his hand again but he resisted.
“It’s not-…”
“Where is that man, Sweeney?” she asked and he paused before he chuckled darkly.
“What are you accusing me of, pet? And here I thought that you visited me because you missed me.” He said with slightly narrowed eyes.
“Don’t change the subject. I never saw him exiting.” She said shakily and his expression sobered.
“You know you’re being ridiculous, right?”
“I am not being ridiculous! I saw him coming in here.” She snapped as she looked at his stained shirt again. Her eyes widened a little bit in realization and she took a step back from him.
“Anna.” His voice was a command but she could only give one explanation.
Had he…hurt the man? The notion was appalling but there was blood on his clothes.
“Anna.” He spoke again as he followed her footsteps.
“Did you…” she trailed off as her back hit the banister.
“Anna, this is ridiculous. I did nothing.” He touched her wrist, trying to bring her closer to him.
“Don’t touch me.” She whispered as her eyes looked at the crimson that tainted his otherwise immaculate white shirt.
“Anna!” he hissed as he clasped her arm and pulled her forcefully to him, “Stop being childish!” he scolded her as he pushed her inside his shop and pointed at the other side of the room.
“There’s a back door, you silly creature.” He released her with a snarl and shut the door, ignoring the fact that she stumbled and almost fell.
Anna looked around her and she realized that there was indeed a back door. She turned her gaze to Sweeney who was pouring himself a cup of tea from a pot. She swallowed and she suddenly felt very stupid.
“And the blood?” she asked quietly and he looked at her over the rim of his cup. He took his time in swallowing the tea before he decided to answer.
“My hand.” He held up his bandaged hand and she felt her cheeks flushing.
“Oh.”
“My cuts reopened and I had to change the bandage after I had stained my shirt. You need any more details?” he asked with raised eyebrows.
Anna swallowed hard and quickly shook her head, “I thought…” she trailed off as she bit her lip and looked away from his piercing stare.
“I realized what you thought.” He commented as he turned his back to her and walked towards the window. His back was rigid as he stood still, gazing at the darkness outside in silence.
“Why have you come?” he asked her gruffly after a few moments of cold silence.
Anna looked up at the sound of his voice and she faltered. She suddenly didn’t wish to be there. She didn’t have the courage to ask for explanations. Her tongue felt like it was twisted in a knot inside her mouth. What if her questions angered him? What if he got mad? What would happen if she drove him away with her questions? What if he never touched her again?
Her eyes widened at the last thought and she quickly shook her head. That should have been the last of her worries. She had some self respect after all.
“Didn’t you hear what I said?” he spoke again and his voice sounded harsh; too harsh for her nerves.
“I heard.” She responded and she could see his shoulders flex at her answer.
“And?” he trailed off without looking at her still.
“I wanted to talk to you.” She said quietly and he slowly turned to face her, his face giving away nothing.
“About what? I don’t see what we have to talk about. Especially why we have to talk here, when you turned me away the last time I attempted to see you.” He arched an eyebrow and she fidgeted nervously under his gaze.
“I wasn’t alone that evening!” she said and he carefully placed his cup on the desk next to him before he took a few steps closer.
“I realized that. I hope you had a nice evening.” His tone was sarcastic and she suddenly realized what kind of evening he thought she had.
“I was with Kate, not that it’s any of your business.” She snapped and his eyes flashed with contempt.
“It didn’t look like you were with a female companion. Perhaps I am not the only company you keep-…”
“Are you just calling me a whore?” she cut him off furiously and he merely glared back at her.
“Well you certainly do make me feel like one every time you touch me!” she yelled angrily as she stepped closer to him and glared at him, “So why don’t you just keep your hands off of me for the remainder of your pathetic excuse of a life?” she hissed up at him. She had the chance to look into his stormy eyes for a second or two before her head fell to the side by the force of his slap. The sound of his hand connecting with her cheek echoed in the darkened shop and rang in her ears. She gasped at the sting it left behind and slowly turned to look at him again.
His eyes were narrowed and his expression was pained as he looked at his hand and then at her face. He let his hand fall limply at his side and he looked away from her as she stepped back from him.
“Don’t come near me again, you hear me?” she whispered and his eyes snapped up to hers.
His eyes widened and he started walking towards her with his hand slightly outstretched, “Anna.” He murmured but by the time he had reached the place she had been standing a few moments ago she had already opened the door. She didn’t look back as she closed the door behind her and hurried down the stairs, leaving him to stand alone in the middle of his shop with his hand still arched towards her direction.

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Anna looked at the small mirror and gently touched the fading mark on her cheek. She winced at how she looked and then proceeded to pull her hair over her shoulder. She wanted to hide it, not that anyone would actually care in the pub but for the sake of her dignity she had to at least try. She had put on some powder but it hadn’t lasted long. She sighed and washed her hands before she exited the old, barely clean washroom of the pub.
It made it no better to ponder over the reasons why he had hit her. She knew she had angered him but what was she supposed to say? He was unnecessarily cruel to her and he knew that she didn’t deserve it. As she slid behind the bar she looked at the large wall clock and sighed. Only two hours until her shift was over. Her eyes slipped from the clock and scanned the scarcely populated room. She looked down at the counter and tapped her fingers against it, thinking how nice it was that she had changed her working hours. It was so much easier in the day. Less vulgarity and less trouble.
“Oi! Watch where you’re going!” she heard a man grunt but she didn’t raise her eyes to see who had just entered. She simply bent over to pick up a glass, ready for whatever they might order. When she did look up her breath hitched and her eyes widened at the sight in front of her.
“What do you want?” she asked after she had found her voice, her knees trembling, in fear or excitement she didn’t know, at the sight of the barber. He stood rigidly before her with his hands clawing at the counter so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. His eyes were wide and had deep dark circles under them and his skin looked even paler than it usually did. As soon as her eyes locked with his he averted them and pressed his lips into a thin line. They both remained silent until a customer approached, demanding for a refill.
Anna obliged and she noticed that the barber’s jaw tensed when the man made a comment about her cheek before walking away. As she put the bottle of gin away she turned to face him and she noticed that his gaze was fixed on her cheek. She fought the urge to place her hand over it to hide it from his eyes and grabbed the cleaning cloth that was on the counter instead. He needed to see what he had done although she doubted if he would feel any remorse over it.
“You are not.” He stated after a while and she paused, confusion written all over her face at his statement.
“I am not what?” she asked distantly as she looked at him.
“You know what.” He murmured as he looked away again.
“I am afraid that I do not know what you mean. I am not a mind reader. You have to say it.” She replied smoothly and she wondered if it was wrong to enjoy his uneasiness.
“A whore.” He murmured almost reluctantly, painfully and she raised her eyebrows.
“Oh, thank you so much! Now I feel so much better!” she hissed at him and he remained silent.
“Is that why you’re here?” she asked and she saw his eyes looking at her sideways, “Is that supposed to make me feel better?” she carried on when she saw his reluctance to speak.
“What do you want from me, Anna?” he suddenly snapped and she flinched, “What do you want me to say?”
“If you don’t know what to say then perhaps you shouldn’t be here.” She replied after some time before she pushed her hair behind her ear reflexively. Sweeney’s eyes immediately went to her cheek again and she inwardly winced.
“Does it hurt?” he asked her hoarsely and she simply shook her head.
“It’s not the physical pain that hurt but the motivation behind it.” She said and he shook his head quickly.
“There was no motivation behind it. It was a mistake.”
“No, it meant to teach me a lesson.” She said like he hadn’t spoken at all.
“Lesson? I do not hit women, Anna. Never had.”
“Before me. You did it to teach me that I am not to talk back to you. That I should do whatever you want, that you should take anything you want from me without any explanation whatsoever.” She said out loud and he closed his eyes briefly as if to control himself.
“You are wrong.” He stated monotonously.
“How am I wrong?” she asked and she was glad that the pub was almost empty.
“You…” he started but faltered, “You make me loose control. In everything. You evoke awful emotions in me. They scare me.” He said through gritted teeth and she blinked.
“I don’t understand. I caused your outburst? By what? By telling you the truth? By telling you how I feel at your behavior?”
“I know all about my behavior, Anna! So stop scolding me like I’m a child!” he barked as he slapped a hand hard against the counter.
“You do it to me all the time! I am not a child anymore!”
“I know you’re not!”
“Then stop treating me like one and for once explain your actions to me! You are not the only one who has been hurt and lost everything!”
“I hardly think-…” he started with viciousness but she cut him off before he had the chance to finish.
“You know nothing about me. Don’t think that you do.” She said with anger and as he opened his mouth to speak she held up her hand.
“What do you think you know? You knew me as a child. A child that was fond of you and thought you were fond of her too. You spoke to me a few times, defended me when you could but what do you really think that you know about me? Nothing. And if you think that I will sit around and let you treat me like a diversion for the nights that you can’t stop thinking about her, then you really are gravely mistaken.” She finished and by that time she felt tears burning her vision but she didn’t let them fall.
“So, if you have nothing useful to say and if the feelings I evoke in you are so horrible then I suggest that you leave.” She whispered as she looked down at the counter.
She could hear his heavy breathing and his hovering filled her with some hope that he might apologize or at least explain his emotions to her. Out of the corner of her eye she could see his hand shifting across the counter, getting closer to hers. He let it rest next to her fingers and she felt it as his little finger brushed over hers. Her heartbeat sped up at the small touch but before she could do anything else but stare at his hand wide eyed he abruptly pulled it back and walked away with his hands deep in his pockets.

End of chapter 13

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