We all deserve to die…
And I'll never see Johanna
No I'll never hold my girl to—
The bell of the shop door rang.
"Pardon my intrusions, sir and madam, but I need a place to hide! Quickly or he'll find me! Please!"
The annoyed Sweeney Todd stopped in his tracks. The corner of his mouth twitched. [You know, that Johnny Depp twitch. Sweeney Todd hated being interrupted. And this was no more than a child suspending him. She sounded barely older than fifteen. Fourteen, maybe.
Sweeney turned around, expecting to see a poor, filthy girl from the streets that the world had no care for, but that was now what he saw.
Instead he saw a girl who looked in her late twenties. Her red brown-ash hair was pin-straight, and bordered her face before falling to her shoulders. She wore a dress that showed she was far from poor. Emerald green and black velvet. Flowing at the bottom, but following every curve of her body from the waist up. It was low cut and revealing, much like Ms. Lovett's dress, and revealed more of her perfect, pale, fair skin. But Sweeney Todd was more focused on her eyes. And not just the fact that her eyes were the most entrancing shade of green, and matched wonderfully with her deep red hair, but the fact that they were wet caused Sweeney Todd to lose his speech. Salty tears were streaming down her face which was so perfect and pale, but her eyes looked cold and lost.
"Sir please, may I stay here, for just a few moments? Please, he must not find me here!" the woman cried.
Sweeney was broken from his gaze towards the beautiful woman, though he didn't know what to say. He was absolutely speechless for the first time in his life. He opened his mouth to say something, anything. But he couldn't. He looked at Ms. Lovett.
"Mr. T, this is your shop. Are you going to answer the girl over 'ere or not?"
Sweeney Todd looked at the floor. Say something. Say anything to her. Say something to-…to-…I don't know her name. What is her name?
Aha, something to say!
"What is your name, young lady?"
"My name is Abagail, sir. Please he's coming," she whispered.
Sweeney was just about to ask just who exactly was coming, but at that moment, he heard foot steps. The girl stood stock still, and drew a panicked look on her face. She just about dropped to her knees before Sweeney grabbed her green lace-covered arm and dragged her hurriedly away from the door. He walked briskly to the other side of the room, grabbed a golden doorknob, and pushed her inside the storage closet.
"Mr. T, what're you doing? You don't know nothing about that girl, how d'you know she's not spying and lying to us?" Ms. Lovett asked as the footsteps drew nearer and Sweeney went to clean of his barber chair.
"Beautiful people don't lie."