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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
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It took Pirelli a few days to worm Todd's location out of one of his previous customers, but he managed it and came into the carriage with a triumphant smile on his face. Toby limped in after him, still sore from the last beating he received after Todd beat Pirelli. "Have a good day," Elizabeth asks, looking up from her sewing. "Lots of customers?"
"You're to be at Turpin's house later tonight," Pirelli says, grabbing Elizabeth's arm and yanking her to her feet, sewing forgotten," but right now we're goin' to Fleet Street to pay an old friend a visit." Elizabeth flinches in pain, but allows herself to be pushed to the door of the carriage, nearly falling down the stairs. Toby helps her stay upright, staring up at the woman he sees as a big sister in worry. She was more off-balanced than usual, but she put it down to sitting for so long. "Hurry up!" Pirelli shoves her again, hard enough to make her stumble. "Why do I even keep you?"
"Because without the money I bring in, you'd be broke," Elizabeth snarls back, wrapping an arm around Toby and beginning to walk faster to keep Pirelli from making anymore remarks. It took the trio an hour to make it to their destination, a pie shop that appeared ready to collapse at any moment. Elizabeth doesn't stare at the shop part of it, her eyes are drawn to the stairs that lead up to the upper floor where she knew a barber resided. She wasn't quite sure how she knew, but she did and she also knew that something precious to her resided inside in the false bottom of an old dresser drawer. "I know this place," she breathes, no one else hearing her words. The door of the barber shop opens, the bell above it filling the air with a cheery jingle and drawing Pirelli's attention to it and the woman descending the stairs. The woman's auburn hair was piled atop her head, but seemed to go everywhere in wild curls, she was quite skinny and dressed in a moth-eaten dress.
"Signora, is Mister Todd at home?" The woman stops on the bottom step, holding onto the railing to bar Pirelli's way up.
"Plying his trade upstairs," she answers, looking Pirelli over in faint amusement. He truly did stick out in this neighborhood with his bright blue outfit and fur cloak, he looked like a highborn compared to the vagrants round these parts. Elizabeth and Toby fit in nicely, their own clothes having dull colors and several holes. The woman's eyes land on Toby as he goes to stand on Pirelli's left, Elizabeth remaining behind Pirelli with her fingers tugging on the faded purple of her skirt. "Oh, look at it now. You wouldn't mind if I gave him a nice juicy meat pie, would ya?"
"Si, si, si, whatever," Pirelli says, ready to do almost anything to make the woman get out of his way.
"And what about the little girl there behind ya?"
"Not her, she'll get fat." Elizabeth had blushed at the little girl remark, but she blushed even harder at her master's words. She knew that Judge Turpin had high standards, but she also knew that she could easily count her ribs because of how little Pirelli allowed her to eat. She rests one hand flat against her stomach, the corset beneath her dress digging in a little more. The woman (Nell or Elle, Elizabeth wasn't quite sure) gives a shrug and leads Toby into her shop, Elizabeth looking after them sadly until Pirelli delivered a sharp slap to the back of her head. "Move," he hisses, gesturing for her to lead the way up the rickety staircase. Through one of the squares of glass set into the door, Elizabeth could see Todd brushing hair off the barber's chair, dark eyes meeting hers when she knocks lightly.
"Come in," he calls out, voice as gruff as ever. Pirelli opens the door and pushes Elizabeth inside, sneering at her until she stepped to the side and allowed Todd to see the other man properly. The room was a bit sparse in furnishings, a vanity table covered in the barber's tools was set against the right wall, a small wooden crate was set near it against the far wall, and right across from the door was the barber's chair and a window set into the sloping ceiling behind that with another, larger crate set just beneath it. Elizabeth looked to her left and found a trunk meant for travelers, seating herself on it lightly. Tucked into the corner was an iron furnace, a teapot set on top of the hot surface. Across the way from that, stuffed into another corner, was an old cracked mirror.
"Mister Todd."
"Signor Pirelli."
"Call me Davey." Pirelli dropped the Italian accent, his regular English one a bit thick. "Davey Collins is the name when it's not professional." He shoves his top hat into Elizabeth's arms, handing over his walking stick and cloak to her as well. "I'd like me five quid back if you don't mind." Todd looked confused, his brow furrowed over dark eyes that were sunken slightly into his head.
"Why?"
"Because you entered into our little wager under false pretenses, my friend." The gloves came off next, a pristine white that looked strange against Elizabeth's dirty dress. "So that you might remember to be a bit more forthright in the future, I'll be taking half your profits from herewith. Share and share alike..." He trails off for a moment, turning a little to look at the other man across the room. Todd's eyes seemed to be moving between Pirelli and Elizabeth, but Pirelli's next words ensured that they stayed on him. "...Mister Benjamin Barker." The name Barker has Elizabeth remembering bright yellow flowers and indescribable heartache. She closes her eyes, feeling the tell-tale stinging of tears and blinking them away, not wanting to cry in front of these men. It would do her no good to show weakness, in fact, Pirelli might just strike her again for it. "Yes," Pirelli says, bringing Elizabeth out of her thoughts," this'll do nicely." He'd moved away from her at some point and was now closer to the chair than the trunk. Todd had his back to the pair, staring out the large window at the buildings beyond. "You don't remember me, do ya? Why should you?" Pirelli continues to talk, but Elizabeth rises and walks soundlessly into the connecting room.
This one wasn't as large as the parlor and there was a thick layer of dust covering everything. There was a cot shoved in the corner with a thin blanket neatly folded on it, a small window across the way that looked out towards where the sun would set, and next to the door was a small dresser. Elizabeth reaches out a hand and pulls the only drawer it has open, pressing the back of the drawer's bottom until the front of it popped open with a cloud of dust. Elizabeth's nose scrunches up as she fights the urge to sneeze, one hand covering her mouth and nose while the other disappeared inside the secret compartment. Her fingers rummage around inside of it before they come in contact with something cold. She grabs it quickly and brings it out of the drawer into the light. Her find was a simple necklace, the chain was rusted, but the small circular charm hanging from it was in pristine condition. It was a sapphire the size of her thumb with a circle of diamonds surrounding it. She'd never have been able to afford that even if she stole for a year!
As Elizabeth was examining the necklace, Todd was putting several pieces of a puzzle together and his anger was fizzling near the surface—this filth was trying to blackmail him, he was selling Elizabeth to whoever could pay the most, and he had the nerve to come here and wave it all in Todd's face. With a low, dark growl, Todd grabs the handle of the teapot and swings it around to bash the side of Collins's face. He never noticed how the metal burnt his hand, never realized just how loud he was being as he continued to strike out with his makeshift weapon, he was only able to focus on hitting this piece of filth until it stopped moving. The task seemed to stretch into hours for Todd, but it only took seconds to knock Collins unconscious and to gain Elizabeth's attention. He drops the teapot to the ground, breathing hard as he stares down at the unmoving body. A faint gasp yanks his attention elsewhere, dark eyes locking on the woman that arrived with Collins.
He almost didn't recognize her after all these years, she was no longer the chubby, happy child he knew, but a woman grown. Her hair was loose today and fell in soft waves, and her eyes, as dark as his own, were wide with shock, her hands covering her mouth as she takes in the murdered corpse. Again, that moment seemed to stretch for Todd, but it lasted shorter than the murder and the woman was kneeling on the ground beside him before he had a chance to blink. He doesn't know what to do or how to respond, so he just watches as she pulls out an old handkerchief and begins to wipe up the blood and water. "Don't just stand there," she commands when he still doesn't move," they'll have heard the ruckus downstairs and you need to put Pirelli somewhere until you figure out what to do with him."
He snaps out of his daze, dragging the body over to the trunk and depositing it inside, slamming the top down to hide the evidence. Elizabeth has the teapot on the vanity and a small cup of the leftover water pressed into his hand, the handkerchief joining Pirelli's body in the trunk. Both turn at the sound of footstep rapidly approaching, Elizabeth and Todd watching the door as Toby bursts inside. "Signor," the boy shouts frantically, not yet noticing that Pirelli wasn't in sight. "You have an appointment!"
"Signor Pirelli's been called away," Todd lies easily. "Better run after him." Todd can feel Elizabeth tensing next to him, but doesn't comment on it. He wouldn't let her leave him so soon after he's gotten her back, not when she's the only family he has right now. He notices the boy's eyes moving over to Elizabeth, a question there. "I've bought the woman from your master, she stays with me now."
"No, sir. I should stay here, or it'll be a lashing. He's a great one for the lashings." And then Todd's eyes focus on the hand sticking out of the trunk near Elizabeth's skirts, the fingers twitching slightly as Toby sits on the trunk. Elizabeth seems to notice it, too, and sits next to Toby, her skirts covering the hand from view as she wraps the boy up in a hug.
"Why don't you go on downstairs," Elizabeth suggests," and I'll talk to the landlady about buyin' you as well. We could both enjoy some proper jobs with no beatings, couldn't we?" Toby looks uncertain and Todd pounces with the only thing he could think of to get the boy out.
"Why don't you do as she suggested, but you tell Mrs. Lovett that I said to give a nice big tot o' gin," Todd adds with a smile. Toby looks excited at the prospect, but he still looks up at Elizabeth as though to ask approval.
"Go on, sweet boy, I'll be down in a bit." With a grin, Toby runs back down the stairs to the pie shop, leaving Elizabeth and Todd to finish with Pirelli. "You won't hurt him." Her words were quiet, but stern as she rises from her spot. "You won't lay one hand on that boy or I'll do worse than you did to Pirelli." After a small nod from Todd, she gives one of her own and moves to sit in the chair as Todd finishes the conman. It was simpler than using the teapot, the sharp blade of his razor cutting through the soft flesh of Pirelli's neck, leaving a crimson smile yawning from ear to ear and drops of red splattered across Todd's front. "Remember what I said, Mister Todd," Elizabeth says, making her way to the door and pausing there," that boy is not to be harmed." And then she was gone, her footsteps sounding loud in the sudden quiet that had descended on the shop.
"Not a finger," he promises to no one, letting the lid of the trunk drop closed again," Lettie."
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