A/N: So, yeah. Sweeney Todd fic. Only because of a plot bunny that has been hopping around in my head for the past week. Hope that people read it, and like it, and review it! (hint, hint).

So, basically, this is going to jump between Johanna and my OC, who you are about to meet in a couple seconds (should you decide to keep reading…)

Babbling, SORRY!

THIMBLES! And on with the fic…

Saran VD

Ghosts

Rebecca: Chapter One

Rebecca Kilburn's step quickened as she walked past Mrs. Lovett's pie shop. True, it had been seven years since the bloody events had taken place there, but there was still a fear of it. Everyone in the area stayed as far from the shop as they could. Rebecca preferred to not go near it at all, but it was nearly dark, and she needed to bring her mother the vegetables she had bought for dinner.

Her terror was rational, though. Her father had been made into one of Lovett's famous meat pies, a fact which Rebecca and her mother hadn't discovered until the whole story was made clear to everyone in London. That moment, Rebecca and her mother realized why Mr. Kilburn had been gone so long, and their troubles began.

Mr. Kilburn had been a sailor, and although his family didn't get to see him much, they treasured the times of year (mainly Christmas and Easter) that he was home with them. More importantly, his pay kept food on the table and quality clothing on their backs.

Times changed. Mrs. Kilburn took a job as a seamstress's assistant upon her husband's death, leaving nineteen-year-old Rebecca in charge of household chores such as mending, cooking, and taking care of her ten-year-old brother Edward.

Almost directly in front of the stairs leading up to Sweeney Todd's old barber shop, a young beggar man stepped in front of her path.

"Please miss," he said, and Rebecca recoiled slightly when she realized he was talking to her. "Help me put food on my table tonight. I haven't eaten in days."

Rebecca didn't want to help him. He was flushed and scruffy, and his clothes were nothing but rags. However, he looked to be about her age, and he seemed nice enough. He, like her, seemed to be a good person who fate had decided to torment. And her mother had always taught her to help people who needed it. "There will always be people out there in worse condition than us," she would say, "and we should help them if we can." But she would also warn of beggars who had bad intentions, and planned to use money to purchase ale or tobacco.

"You're hungry?" she asked him, and he nodded fervently. "You can have dinner at my house."

"Thank you, miss!" he said, astonished that she had been so kind to him. She started to walk, and he followed right at her heels like an eager puppy. "I'm Tobias. Tobias Ragg. But you can just call me Toby."

What an appropriate name, Rebecca thought as she forced a smile, already regretting her decision.

"What's your name, Miss?"

She sighed. "Rebecca." She decided against giving him her surname. She would prefer not to speak to him again after that night. "Well," she said as the arrived at the stairs leading to her house, which was above the seamstress's shop, "here we are. You'd better not be up to something."

"No, Miss Rebecca. I'm hungry, that's all."

"Well, dinner will be on the table shortly."

"Thank you very much."

She sighed yet again and opened her front door. "Welcome."

"Who's he?" asked Ed the minute they entered the house.

"He's staying for dinner. Did you set the table?"

"Mummy said you can't bring men to dinner."

"Mind your business. Set the table."

"MUMMY! Becky brought a man to dinner!"

"Ed, you shut up right now, or he'll eat your portion, too." She was right. This had been a bad idea. The only thing she could do was give Toby dinner and send him off.

"When Mummy comes up here, you're in trouble."

"If it's too much trouble, I can leave," Tobias said quickly.

"No. Stay." Rebecca grinned at Ed. "Let's wait and see what Mummy says."