(Don't Fear) The Reaper- Blue Oyster Cult
Send me a song and I’ll write a headcanon, drabble, or my Muse’s opinion on it.
“Then the door was open and the wind appearedThe candles blew then disappearedThe curtains flew then he appeared, saying don’t be afraid Come on baby, and she had no fearAnd she ran to him, then they started to flyThey looked backward and said goodby, she had become like they areShe had taken his hand, she had become like they areCome on baby, don’t fear the reaper”
Mrs.Lovett jolted upright in bed, sucking in deep, frantic breaths as her eyes searched the dark room around her. The night terrors were always the worst during the summer, when the heavy, damp air clung to her body, resulting in the constant feeling of suffocation.
It was the same dream every night- she’d wake up to find Sweeney, the love of her life, dead and mangled on the bakehouse floor. His body lay in the pile of bodies that always accumulated at the end of the night, to the lefthand side of the oven against the wall. There was blood everywhere- covering the floors, the walls, the oven, and when she looked down, she found her hands to be dripping with it. How much blood had been spilt because of her. During the day, she could convince herself that it was Sweeney’s doing, that he was the one truly responsible for this madness. But how was she any better, cleaning up his mess and actively encouraging such practices?
At the end of the day, she was evil. She always had been. And these dreams merely forced her to accept it. From the moment she had set eyes on Benjamin Barker, she had sold her soul to the devil- anything to be with him. Careful what you wish for, as they say.
Even though she had grown immensely close to the barber, she couldn’t deny that his heart was unrepairable. He was too far gone. Benjamin Barker was no more than a shadow of a memory now, and Sweeney Todd could never love her even if he tried.
Once she was able to breathe again, the baker angrily wiped the tears from her face, like she had so many nights before. She lit a candle on her bedside table, and swung her feet over the edge of the bed. The flickering light caught a flash of silver sitting on her vanity table, and biting her lip, Mrs.Lovett hesitantly retrieved the razor that lay unsheathed.
How poetic, she thought, that she could end her life with the same instrument that gave her beloved barber his only meaning for life. There was a bitter irony that made her smirk slightly. Perhaps Mr.Todd would finally love her after seeing her precious rubies spilt out all over the bedsheets.
She spun the razor around in her hands a few times, watching it dance in the low, warm light of the candle. However, as she curled her fingers around the handle, she heard her bedroom door fly open, and a gust of wind extinguish her only source of light.
She inhaled a sharp breath as she jumped to her feet, holding the razor out now in defense against the dark silhouette that stood in the doorway. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the darkness once again, but as soon as she saw the tangle of blond curls at the foot of her bed, her fingers went limp and dropped the weapon on the ground.
Lestat. How could she have forgotten him? He had been such a comfort to her during those long years without Benjamin. When he left her without a single warning, he took a piece of her soul with him. She never thought she’d see him again; he was so powerful and immortal, and she was so insignificant.
“Oh, come now, enough with the flatteries,” His French accent broke the silence.
Mrs.Lovett couldn’t help but smirk, remembering that he could, in fact, read her thoughts.
“Lestat,” She whispered, still in complete awe.
“The one and only,” He gave a sweeping bow, allowing his silken hair to catch just a glimmer of moonlight.
Before she could even think about it, her feet were sprinting towards him, closing the space between them. She threw her arms around him, and eventually lifted her legs as well, to wrap around his waist. She grinned into his cold, hard skin as she heard him chuckling.
“I’ve missed you,” She whispered into the crook of his neck.
“I know,” He replied, inhaling her distinct scent and gently playing with her auburn curls as if she were a fragile porcelain doll.
When he felt her crying into his shoulder, he shook his head and gently patted her back. She had realized why he was here in the first place. He had heard her thoughts. He knew she was going to take her life.
“Mon pauvre enfant,” He sighed, attempting to pry her off of him so he could properly look at her. “Pas de peur.” No more fear.
She was shaking, squeezing her eyes shut as he removed her arms from around his torso. She was so, so close to doing it. To dragging that razor across her throat. She would’ve done it, if not for him. She would’ve been dead now. Not only was she now terrified of taking her life, but it scared her to know now what she was capable of.
He wiped her tears, and held her squarely by the shoulders, simply taking a minute to read and de-tangle the hurricane of thoughts buzzing in her head.
Mrs.Lovett let him do as he pleased, standing still and staring up into his icy blue eyes, opening herself up to him.
“You know I wouldn’t let you go that quickly,” The vampire said with a small smirk before pulling her to him once again.
“You don’t remember what it’s like to be human. To wake up every morning and remember that you have nothing to live for.”
“Perhaps not, but I’ve a fairly good idea from listening to you.”
He walked her out of the bedroom and through the parlour, leading her outside. He took her hands and gave them both a small kiss before wrapping his arms around her waist and carrying her up into the night sky.
“Now, Eleanor,” He growled, holding her with one hand and using the other to brush aside her auburn hair from the porcelain skin of her neck.
“I’m going to give you the choice I never had…”
