Disclaimer: Sweeney Todd belongs to Stephen Sondheim. I am simply a fan writing this story to kill some spare time.
A/N: This is something I wrote awhile back, but I decided to revise it to fit the movie version. Also, there was some grammer errors that needed to be tended to. Reviews are appreciated. Thanks for reading.
Chapter 1
Only a few days ago, Anthony and I received a letter requesting our presence at the police station. Anthony assumed that our presence was requested to tie up some loose ends in the case of Sweeney Todd. Me, I didn't have much more to say about my part in the investigation. I had already explained my only encounter with him on that chilling night. Even now, I still have nightmares about his blood stained face before mine. He had requested that I forget his face, but really, I could never forget such a terrible sight.
When we entered the police station, Anthony and I greeted the officer. However, he just responded with a quick nod and nothing more. The officer wasn't much of a talkative fellow, and didn't say much more to us. Instead he just shuffled through his desk drawer, and retrieved what looked like book and an envelop.
"Miss Johanna," the officer said, "I believe these belongs to you."
The officer offered me the diary with his thick hands, and with a quick glance, I reluctantly retrieved the journal from the officer's hands. Immediately I flipped open the hardback cover and flipped through the pages of the diary aimlessly. It was then that I noticed something quite odd. Each entry was signed with a name, a name I'll never forget, Sweeney Todd. In my hands, was his diary.
"I don't want this," I said bluntly.
"I believe," he paused, seeming to search for the right words, "it's best for you to find out this way."
"Find out about what?" Anthony rose from his chair defensively.
The officer was slightly taken aback by Anthony's reaction, but even so, he composed himself in a completely professional manner. "I understand that you are greatly worried for you fiancée Mr. Hope, but for your fiancée's sake, I insist that you remain calm."
Reluctantly Anthony returned to my side, his warm hands intertwined with mine. After a moment of silence, the officer continued, "In this man's diary, there are matters that concern Miss Johanna."
"I don't understand," I whispered fearfully, "why a madman has anything to do with me?"
"Oh Johanna," Anthony muttered breathlessly while trying his best to comfort me.
"There is one more thing," the officer replied.
"And what would that be?" Anthony spat, he clearly didn't like the officer at all.
"An envelope," the officer replied, "I advise that you read this after you're finished reading the diary."
I seized the envelope from the officer's hand and placed it on top of Sweeney Todd's diary. I glared down at both the diary and the envelope. They seemed to glower back at me as if trying to scare me away from them. Quickly I placed my hands on top of them in a lousy attempt to shield the envelope and diary from my eyes.
"Will that by all, officer?" Anthony asked.
"Yes, good day to you," the officer replied.
"Good day," Anthony replied halfheartedly.
As I exited with Anthony, I clutched the diary and envelope tightly to my chest. As much as I tried to ignore them, both the envelope and diary seemed to burn a hole through my chest. All I wanted was to discard them, but my curiosity would not allow me to dispose of them. Whatever secrets they held, I would surely find out soon enough.
To Be Continued