A/N: Alright, my first Sweeney Todd fanfic that I was supposed to upload ages ago. I just haven't had as many drama lessons as I was supposed to. So this is my homework that was to create dramatic tension. But it went wrong and ended up like little stories. There are for others after this one. A nice juicy Mrs Lovett's meat pie and a virtual hug from Sweeney go to Tatchi, who gave me a title. Please review, you'll get a hug from Sweeney and Mr Ölschlägel. xD
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the rights but I do own; a copy of Johnny's ST script, a shirt, a poster, them on Sims 2, a behind the scenes book, the String of Pearls book and the Sweeney Todd: the Real Story of the Demon Barber of Fleet Street book by Peter Haining. I do wished I owned Sweeners though ;]
Tension For Todd Part One: Protagonist Against Another Individual Character
Sweeney Todd storms down the outside stairs that lead from his tonsorial parlour to the small patio outside Mrs Lovett's pie shop. He storms through the door, slamming it behind him, and through the shop and into the parlour.
He stalks past Toby, who is passed out in front of the dying fire, an empty bottle of gin cradled in his arms. The straight razor that is concealed in Sweeney's right hand reflects the light from the burning embers. It is apparent that Eleanor is not in the parlour. Sweeney grabs a tall pillar candle and a box of matches from the mahogany sideboard to his right. He pulls out a match and sets the box back on the sideboard. He bends down and strikes the match against the hardwood flooring and lights the candle. He searches through the rest of her living quarters, holding the candle out in front of him to light the way, she isn't there.
He knows where she's hiding, the bakehouse. He traipses back through the parlour and into the cold, dark pie shop. He goes around the island counter and stops in front of the heavy iron door. He yanks it open as quietly as he can, but it still groans. He slowly starts to manoeuvre down the steep stone stairs. He reaches the bottom; the bakehouse is bathed in an eerie glow that is emitted from the large furnace oven and Sweeney's candle. He croons in a sinister almost whisper.
"I'm not going to harm you, Eleanor. I just want to talk."
He can see her small frame cowering against the workbench, her silhouette illuminated by the glow from the furnace oven. He prowls towards her, like a panther. He stops in front of her and bends down, raising his razor high.