I do not own any Sweeney Todd charactors, because if I did, I would not be sitting here writing my lame FanFic. I only own this storyline.
Based on Sweeney Todd
Lovely London; What an Exaggeration…
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My skirt was so long I almost stumbled upon it as I walked the streets of London. I was off to meet Ms. Lovett for some tea. I was even up for some of her terrible pies, I was so starving. As I walked down the sidewalk, very carefully indeed, to make sure I didn't trip, I passed Judge Terpin. Looking rather smug today, his smile was friendly. I looked behind me curiously, and turned. I suddenly slammed into a boy my age, standing on the sidewalk, staring up at a window. I looked to see who he was staring at. Johanna Barker. What a surprise that was.
He stopping staring, and looked down at me. "Oh, I'm so terribly sorry." He apologized.
"Oh, it's fine." I said with a smile. "It's my fault anyway, clumsy old me." I added. I could swear I was blushing. He grinned. I was surprised he hadn't returned his gaze to Johanna brushing her hair, totally ignoring me. He stuck out his hand.
"I'm Anthony." He introduced himself. If I wasn't blushing before, I was surely blushing now. I held out my hand and he kissed it. I was definitely pink in the cheeks now. He quickly looked me over. I wasn't the best looking in this outfit, and I could look better. But running errands isn't something I normally dress up for, anyway. His eyes lingered for a moment on my appearance and then he turned and picked up his bag. "Well, it was nice meeting you." He said. I smiled.
"You too." He walked away, not even looking back at Johanna, who had her hands pressed up against the glass. She took her hands off and she stared at me. I gulped and kept walking.
"I see you've met Anthony." Ms. Lovett said as I entered the pie shop. I arched an eyebrow.
"How do you know? Your pie shop is at least two blocks away from where I met Anthony." I asked. She smiled.
"Oh, Mr. T." She said. I sat down at the table. "He watches from upstairs for me. We don't need you getting in trouble or anything... I mean, this is London, Love."
"Mr. T? And who would that be?" I asked.
Ms. Lovett's mouth hung open. "I forgot to introduce you! Honestly, my brain has gone to the rats." She said. She took my wrist and pulled me from the table. We exited the pie shop and walked up some stairs, then turned and entered a door.
There was a man with crazy black hair, a single streak of white in the near-front. He was sitting in a barber chair, sharpening some razors. Ms. Lovett cleared her throat.
Mr. T stood quickly, putting the razors down on a table. He examined me, and then looked over to Ms. Lovett. "Mr. T, this is Annie." She said to him. He took a step forward and I held out my hand. He kissed it. I tried not to blush again; I had been doing a lot of that today.
"Sweeney Todd." He whispered. I tried not to faint. He returned to his razors a moment later, as if we weren't even there. "Come on, Love, let's go eat some pie, shall we?" Ms. Lovett grabbed my hand once more as we descended the stairs, down to her pie shop.
I tried not to vomit after I ate my pie; the whole thing. Ms. Lovett watched me eat it. Her eyes had widened when I had actually finished it. "Love, you really should get out more. You know, eat normal foods every now and and again so you don't accidentally get poisoned from these?" She suggested. I laughed and drank some gin. It was dark outside now.
"I think you should spend the night. It's too cold, and who knows what kind of people are roaming about at this time of night." Ms. Lovett said to me. I nodded, not able to speak, or I might've gotten sick.
I saw Sweeney walking down the stairs and entering the shop. "Ms. Lovett, can I see you for a moment?" He asked her. His eyes flickered momentarily to mine, then back to Ms. Lovett.
"Sure, Love." She said and stood up, following him out the door.
I sat there, and closed my eyes. I almost fell asleep when I heard a knock on the door. My eyes opened quickly, and I looked around. I saw Anthony behind the door, knocking. He smiled when he saw me and waved a little. I stood up and walked to the door, opening it.
"Hi." I said. "Come in." I moved away so he could enter the shop. He looked around curiously as he sat down at the table. He looked at Ms. Lovett's meat pie, sitting at the table, and then looked back up at me. I quickly added, before he reached for it, "Don't eat that... it's, not that tasty. Believe me."