Hi, this is my Sweeney Todd fanfiction. It's the very first story I've actually shared on this website, so please have mercy. I'd just like to say that the first two chapters will just be an introduction- it may be boring, but they both contain some useful information for the plot and the character.

I'll let you get reading now. Please, enjoy the tale of the woman who accompanied both Benjamin Barker and Sweeney Todd in the depths of a living hell. ~~MasqueradePug


Alice coughed as the dust spiraled into her throat as she inhaled. Her feet were covered in blisters and much, aching and stinging with each step she took. The chains binding her hands were jingling merrily as her dark brown hair flowed in the wind. The gentle wind constantly kissed her pale skin. She didn't know where she was headed.

All she knew was that- well, she was kidnapped by a man who forced her to inhale into a cloth drenched in a unknown substance, and that when she awoke she was chained and blindfolded with her shoes missing and a change of clothes. As far as she could tell it was a baggy long sleeved shirt and cotton pants that had been torn or cut in both knees and were being trampled by her heels as she walked.

As cold as it was, she'd rather wear this than her regular corset and layers of dresses.

Besides going barefoot. Her lack of footwear was due to the sick humor her captors had. She hasn't- and wasn't going to give them a squeak of discomfort- that would only satisfy them of their personal deeds. No, all they were getting from her is her cooperation of walking into the unknown with them. Now, her captors were two heavy weight men judging by occasional snorts, grunts, and footsteps that actually drowned hers in comparison. One was in front of her- he was holding her chains securely and the other behind her who had a small pistol and nudged her every now and then. Their attempted silence was to conceal their identities.

Although she knew this much, it wasn't enough. She let out a silent but bitter sigh of frustration.

Her foot suddenly stepped into something cushioned and.. wet. She identified it as grass. She had let a small content sigh escape her lips. The blisters on her delicate feet stung more as the dew covered all of them in just three steps. Her toes and soles felt relief at something that had seemed so alien after walking barefoot on gravel for who knows how long.

After a few more steps on heaven, a familiar sound echoed her ears. It was faint, very faint. Possibly because the two men's footsteps were still drowning out any sound.

She felt the small, cold pistol nudge her back once more.

"We're almost there." A low and raspy voice had whispered.

Definitely male.

"Keep goin' an' stay quiet, lass."

Alice just nodded. As they got closer to the source of sound, she then discovered it was the ocean. Her muscles tensed and her lips pursed in displeasure. She couldn't swim. Even with her lightweight body, she couldn't float. She bit her lip just as it quivered. Her foot suddenly landed in very cold but dry sand. The dew from the grass had made it stick, and it made her blisters furiously ache as it was now covered in sand. It caked her feet completely. She winced and her mouth twitched. The sound of the sea was roaring now as the waves crashed into the shore. Her hands were clenched in fists.

"Where are you taking me?" Alice said boldly, not bothering to hide any trace of annoyance. She could imagine the two men exchanging glances at each other- she had been a good, silent pet for a very long time. Defiance wasn't welcome from a woman.

"Far away from 'ere." A smooth and gruff voice said. Also male.

"Why?"

The one behind her sighed. "Yeh dead now, lass."

She frowned. A rush of thoughts came to her head- what would become of her family? Her fiance, Seth? Are they going to kill her, and dump her body in the ocean, never to be found? Were they going to let her drown? She gulped, hesitant, afraid of the answer...

"Why are you doing this..?"

One of the men then punched her square in the forehead with enough force causing her to black out, eyes instantly rolling to the back of her head. Blood trickled where her skin split, her knees locked and wobbled, and her whole body fell into the unwelcoming cold sand.

"Why'd yeh do that?" The man behind her exclaimed. "Now we 'ave to carry 'er."

"Not 'we'. Yeh do it. She was a chatty one," he answered simply.

The man, yet shaking his head- did what he was told, and slid his arm under her back and legs, carrying her with ease. The two men walked to the boat waiting on the old dock. There, another man in his fifties with grey, long hair in a tangled mess was waiting. They approached him slowly, his grey eyes studying the two burly men.

They drifted to the young girl in the other's arms.

"What be 'er crime?" He wheezed out. Poor lass. Where they were going, she wouldn't last more than a month.

"Foolishness."


Did you like it? Constructive criticism is welcomed. I have yet to brush up on my writing skills. Thank you for reading. (*: