So this is my very first submit. Sorry if it's not very good! lol
I don't own Sweeny Todd, if only I did hehehe...


Mrs. Lovett heard the doorbell jingle behind her, another customer looking for a meat pie.
"What can I ge…" Mrs. Lovett was cut short when she turned to see a young woman standing in the doorway. Her hair was long and gold against pale white skin…a little like Johanna, a little too much like Lucy.
"There was a sign…sayin' you needed help" The little voice trembled in the light and the gaze she met from Mrs. Lovett's dark, pitiless eyes.
"Sorry luv, positions bin filled" Mrs. Lovett replied coldly wiping down another plate. She knew the position hadn't been filled; well it filled some pies. Little Toby had gotten nosy and found a nasty surprise waiting for him in the bake house, she was fond of him but she couldn't risk harm coming to her dear Mr. T. But whether she needed the help or not, Nellie Lovett wasn't going to employ her incase she lost Mr. T's attention and lord knows it had taken her this long to get it.
"What's y' name girl?" Sweeney appeared from the stairs leading to the room above.
"Lily…Lily Rose"
There was a smirk of intrigue on Todd's face as he surveyed her; she had pale skin and yellow hair just like Lucy, she was quiet and shy, no doubt virtuous and beautiful… like Lucy. However, her eyes were dark chocolate and dancing with fire adding a touch of evil to her overall appearance of innocence.
Lily turned to leave sensing she would gain nothing from staying to be judged by two dark characters that were the talk of Fleet Street.
But as much as she wished to leave, her feet refused to move and her eyes remained fixed on Mr. Sweeney Todd. He was pale and thin; his sunken cheeks only accentuated his thin lips and dark, almost black eyes. Yet in his wild black hair and devilish grin, Lily found herself stirred by him. As their gazes met, his stare aroused visions and feelings in her that would make a virgin blush.
"Hmm... Well then, Mrs. Lovett may not want you in the shop but I need a….cleaner for upstairs"
"Thank y' sir!" A wave of excitement rushed up Lily's spine, whether it was because she had a job and a place to sleep or because she'd be spending hours of the day with the fascinating Mr. Todd she wasn't sure. Lily hardly noticed the murderous glare from Mrs. Lovett who had near retreated to the shadows watching the invisible flame between Mr. T and his new assistant.

Lily sat upstairs on a barrel in Mr. Todd's salon. Mr. Todd still hadn't risen, he was probably in the washroom cleaning his blades, he was funny like that but all the while fascinating.
Finally when he came up he appeared as sudden and as quiet as a ghost, drifting into the room with a fixed look of concentration and purpose. Through the day men came and went, Lily swept the floor and washed the windows, everything remained routine until night began to fall and Mr. Todd's last customer strolled in. Judge Crosingate, a step down from Judge Turpin you could say and with the same pious morals and discard for human life.

Lily retreated back into the shadows of her barrel corner; she knew this man and she hated him. Years ago, when Lily was only small, he came to her house. Lily's father had only recently died from some rot that passed from house to house on the street, the judge offered her mother help but his aid came with a price. He had a fancy for pretty young girls, he tried to have his way with Lily but her mother fought him off and Lily ran out into the night. When she returned, her mother lay dead on the floor, the police said she'd been violated, blamed it on a street gang and it being a rough area. She always knew what really happened, who'd really done it but no one would ever listen to a little girl who was 'too young to understand such things' but she wasn't a little girl anymore, she had lived with her hate for near ten years and it had sat inside her like a stone growing heavier with every passing year.

Todd sat the Judge down in the chair and sharpened his blade...or friend as he often referred to it. The judge sat still in the chair waiting his shave not knowing it was the closer he'd ever get.
"Come here my pet..." Sweeney beckoned Lily with his free hand while his other hovered above the Judge's neck, razorblade in hand.
Slowly Lily got to her feet and stood next to her sweet Todd, his fingers were cold when they grasped her hand and brought her fingertips to caress the handle of his beloved razorblade. Like a puppet he molded her hand and together they bought the razor down, sweeping right to left opening the Judge's neck and releasing a red torrent of blood over the pair. Blood hit their hands, seeping through their fingers and warming Sweeney's cold touch.
Sweeney removed his hand from hers, guiding the blade from her fingers then without a care cleaned his friend of blood and replaced it into the holster. Lily remained by the dead judge, her dressed splatter and blood dripping from her arm. At last she had revenge but it wasn't enough, it had been over so quickly and proved no sport at all.
"How di' you know I hated him?" She asked her back to Sweeney and eyes still fixed on the Judge. Sweeney returned to her side and pressed the foot pedal sending the Judge down to the bakehouse.
"I didn't..." He said with a monotone voice, avoiding eye contact with a woman who reminded him too much of the wife he had been fooled into killing.
Lily felt pressed to speak, she wanted to draw close to him, to place her hand on his shoulder but she could feel the coldness in his temper, the silent alienation of his tortured mind craving solitude.
"If you wouldn't mind" He said his back turned to her while his faced was fixed on the blood slowly running down the window. Lily went to protest on account of her dress but her better judgment stopped her, besides it was dark out, no one would see the blood unless she stood under a lamp.

Lily briskly made her way down the black iron steps which linked Todd's salon and Mrs. Lovett's Pie shop. As Lily reached the bottom of the stairs she found it oddly quiet, there were no patrons in the shop and many of the lamps inside had been dimmed. She turned the door handle to find it unlocked, the door squealed open against its un-oiled hinges but it was the only sound to be heard and no sight met Lily's eyes except bleak darkness. Lily groped her way through the darkness, she knew the rough layout and would find the washroom. As she approached what she thought the washroom door there was a sudden loud thud behind her. Lily whipped round, her back pressed against the door and her eyes straining against the darkness to seek the source of the sound.
"Who's there?!" She asked the night, not entirely sure what she hoped to accomplish by asking a would-be intruder who they were. However, before Lily could think or take action someone had taken hold of her hair and flung her half across the shop. Lily's head was now being forced into the stone counter where Mrs. Lovett prepared her pastry. Lily couldn't help but squirm and let out a feeble squeal for help.

"Now dearie enough of that. Just need a chat is all..."



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