-A.N. So fellows, This is probably going to be a multi-chapter fanfic. Eventual Sweenet ;)

What if ?

Sweeney Todd was cleaning his razor from all the blood. How dared that itallian bastard threaten him ? He deserved to die.

Suddenly the bell to his door jingled and Mrs Lovett entered.

"Well ,sure that boy drinks a lot!" She said while closing the door behind her."He's going to drink all the gin I have...When is that bloody italian coming back anyways?"

"He won't be coming back."

Sweeney turned around to face her. She gasped as soon as she saw his bloodstained shirt.

"Mr T, you didn't!" She said wide-eyed. She approached the chest and opened it only to be shocked when she saw Pirelli's body in it.

"Are you bonking mad? Killed a man that have done you no wrong?!"

"He reckognised me from the past. Tried to blackmail me, get half of my profits." The barber said while still cleaning is razor.

"Ah , that's a different matter then..."Said the baker and opened the chest again." Ew , a lot of blood. Oh well, poor bugger..." Sweeney watched with fascination as the woman in front of him carefully took the italian's purse and stuffed it in between her breasts. That woman surely is a bloody wonder...He thought and moved towards the window.

"Wot are we goin' to do about the boy then?"She asked .

"Send him up."Sweeney simply stated.

"Oh there's no need to Mr T, he's just a little boy."She pittied the lad, he has been through a lot.

"Send him up!"Sweeney said again.

"Now Mr T, leave the boy alone. I can keep him. I was thiking that he can help me with the shop, me poor knees can't bear me anymore..."

The barber gave up."Fine , keep the boy."

Suddenly his eye caught the judge and the Beadle approaching his shop.

"The judge! "He said and a rush of excited flashed through him. "Get out!"He said to the baker but she stood still. "GET OUT!"He growled once again and she obeyed.

Sweeney panicked as he noticed the blood on his shirt and looked around his parlor to find a coat or something . He quickly grabbed his barbering coat and the bell on his door jingled once again. The barber turned around to "welcome" his "customer". Judge Turpin was standing before him and Sweney felt a slight chill run through his body.

"Mr Todd?" Turpin asked watching Sweeney suspiciously.

"At your service! An honour to have you as a customer my lord." Sweeney said putting on a fake smile and taking a small bow.

"You know me sir?" Turpin asked .

"Who in this great world does not know the great Judge Turpin? What can I do today for you sir? A stylish trimming of the hair? Soothing skin massage? Sit sir! Sit" Sweeney said and motioned for him to sit on his chair.

(In the meanwhile they sing "Pretty women" and everyting happens as it did in the movie, I was just to lazy and didn't want to write the whole thing ;) )

"Pretty women sir! Pretty women yes! Pretty women ! Pretty women !" Sweeney and Turpin sang and the barber got closer and closer to the Judge's neck without him noticing. He suddenly pressed his "friend" deep in the man's flesh.

Blood was flying in every direction , staining the window, the chair and Sweeney himself from head to toe. Whe the judge finally passed out Sweeney pulled the lever and watched with satisfaction as Turpin's dead body slid to the bakehouse and hitted , head first, the cold floor. The trap door closed and Sweeney took out his razor and admired how it glisted in the light.

He began singing "Rest now my friend, rest now forever..."

He kneeled down and placed his beloving razor, that was now covered in blood on the floor.

-A/N Should I continue this. If you want me to, review. (Please review I really want to continue this! :3) No pressure of course...