Hullo everyone! Here's me attempt at some actual fanfic…Hope you like it, just saw this movie and boy is it fantastic!
Disclaimer: No, I'm not Sondhiem, I can't even spell his name…I don't own any of these guys except for those not found in the original show. And no one would pay me for 'em…
Chapter 1
Sweeney grumpily tore down the slum streets of London, muttering furiously to himself. He paid little attention to the drunks and the whores, who gave him wide berth as his innate sense of where to go kicked in.
It was then that Trinity Rochester came out of the woodwork and to rest right in his way, not but a block from his old house.
Sweeney looked up from the cold pavement to meet a pair of dull hazel eyes staring past a ring of soot passing as kohl, meant to frame her face nicely.
Not bothering to even speak to the town slut, he brushed her aside before she could begin her familiar speech, inviting him into some brothel or another. The girls were whoring young these days, Sweeney thought bitterly. He wondered for a moment if his own daughter had ever…but the thought passed, and annoyance overcame it, for Trinity was not one to be left behind in the dust.
Indignant, she grabbed his arm and found herself gasping to keep up with his frantic stride.
"Don't want to go in there," she wheezed. "Don't want to go up there, up there to Lovett's…"
"Who said I was?" snapped Sweeney. "Who said I was goin' down to Lovett's?"
"Your FACE showed you was down to Lovett's," screeched Trinity. "I can tell. Your face is wanting for a meat pie…well I can tell you that a meat pie will put your stomach outta whack."
Snatching his arm back, Sweeney growled, "Any girls younger than you out there?"
"Hope not, they'd be twelve," gasped Trinity.
"Go to hell!"
"Already there!" they both realized, nearly giddily. Their voices found harmony, and while his was a bit strained and hers was a bit shrill, they sang. "When you're in London—"
"On the street—" Trinity furthered.
"At the shop—" Sweeney added.
He made motions to enter Mrs. Lovett's Meat Pies, the sign over the door looming, as Trinity pulled his sleeve.
"I know me skin looks a bit olive," she crooned, "Against yours of alabaster pale…
"But one piece of advice I give," she continued.
"Don't. Go. In there!"
Amidst the crescendo, Sweeney entered nonetheless…