So, here I am! My first fic on this website. I'm new so please don't be rude =) I try to write as much a possible, but please wait, since I'm not a fast writer.
I hope you will all like this
Attention: I do not own Sweeney Todd or any of the story characters used. I do own Samantha though.
This first chappy is some sort of interlude to the story. It's a little short but I hope it gives a feeling of what has happened and what is about to happen.
Happy reading!
It was cold, dark and cold. Rays of moonlight barely managed to shine through the dirty window in the room which I was in. My body felt tense and bruised. I can't really remember how I came here. It must have been an awful thing that has happened. The only thing I can remember is screaming and fighting. A lot of screaming and fighting. Things being thrown and things being broken. People being hurt and raped. That's all I can remember. For now at least.
I crawled out of my corner and reached out for whatever I could grab to help myself up. I stood in the darkness for a while until my eyes got used to the black. I looked inside the room. Furniture barely been used, it was rather empty. The only large things were a huge leather chair, a small bed in a dark corner, a table stand with a mirror and some chests. The wooden floor was dusty and the walls looked as if they've been ripped apart. Like some kind of monster went bezerk and teared the whole place apart.
My legs hurt, so I slowly walked towards the big chair and sat down. It was comfortable. I sank into the big cushions and felt my body relax. I lifted up my hands and softly stroked the arm rests. The scent of leather surrounded me and I closed my eyes.
Suddenly the door was closed with a loud slam. Heavy footsteps walked in my direction. I must have dozed off a little. I opened my eyes and stretched out my legs.
"Who are you?! What are you doing here.." a man's voice said. The gesture of a man walked towards me and his face stopped right before mine. His jet hair covering his face. I felt his breath on my face and his strong cologne entered my nostrils. A metallic scent, covered with spicy men's perfume.
"Who are y.." I tried to mutter out but he quickly covered my mouth with his hand.
"Forget my face." That's what he said. His eyes, dark black pits full of rage and fear, eyes that buried straight through my soul, locked onto mine. His face was covered with smears of glistering rubies. I closed my eyes trying to avoid the black void I slowly started to fall in. "God, Father in heaven forgive this man for all that he sinned," I thought when I saw that his vest was covered in blood. I felt his strong fingers bruise my wrist. His eyes narrowed for a brief second and his grip tightened. "Go," he spoke. His voice was deep, a voice that won't be forgotten for a long time. He looked like he'd just seen a ghost, probably in the mirror. Who was this man? What happened before? Why was he covered in blood? All these questions rushed through my head. That's when he let go of my wrist and pushed me towards the door that was open again, caused by the power of the slam. I nearly stumbled in the opening and quickly ran down the stairs into the foggy city that goes by the name of London.