Hello there! This is my first fanfic of Sweeney Todd. I think the characters are very OOC, so please help me on that :-]
I do not own any characters, nor do i wish you for reading : ]
Blood lust eyes shined eerily in the moonlit night. His smile was made of pure evil only that of a demon could make. His appearance made him look monstrous, as blood dripped down his arm. Rubies drenched his lovely silver friends.
A tall man, pale as moonlight with dark eyes black as abyss. His hair was black as night, with one snow white streak on the right. It was untamed and looked like a lion's mane. 15 long years in Australia made him strong. 15 years of torture, helplessness, starvation, and death became him.
This Demon was created from hate lust and jealousy.
A spiteful judge, jealous of the Barbers perfect life, set out on chaos.
The demon remembered it as if it were yesterday. His beautiful wife stood by their daughter Johanna. He admired his girls, his beauties. A foolish barber he was. He never noticed a vulture of the law saw out his dainty little wife.
He saw nothing else, but her. It was the last thing he saw, wheat colored hair and porcelain skin. He couldn't quit remember the face, it had been 15 years.
Knocking interrupted his thoughts. "Excuse me Mr. Todd, but I been wondering' lately, would you like some dinner?"
Without turning the demon already knew, his partner had come up with a tray of dinner. Stew he guessed, by the sweet smell of it.
"Mr. T, business has been particularly kind to us over these months." She trailed off, thinking his answer would be no.
"Mrs. Lovett, you wish to spend a day at sea?" He turned, wiping off his bloodstained hands.
Her eyes shone with love, only he, Sweeney Todd would have guessed.
"Yes, Mr. T, we have enough coin to spend one day away from shop. Toby needs a break from being the only waiter." She took a step forward, wringing her hands nervously. Had she said too much?
"Mrs. Lovett, my pet I thought you helped the boy." He gave her a side glance.
"Occasionally, I do." She responded. "When it is not raining as hard, we will go." She smiled and took off down the stairs to her kitchen.
He heard her recede down the stairs, and heard the bell over her door as she opened it.
Todd listened to her singing about the sea as he paced back and forth around the room.
Thoughts raced through his mind; Turpin, Bamford, Lucy and his daughter Johanna.
These unfortunate souls, Mrs. Lovett and Sweeney Todd were woven tightly together by the fates.
Days later, they walked on the pier. Mrs. Lovett clung to Sweeney's arm, merrily walking along side the brooding man. Tobias, Mrs. Lovett's ward, stayed tight by her side, until he saw those pies.
"Excuse me ma'am." He pulled a little on her dress.
"What is it dear?" Both adults looked at him, one curious, the other sullen.
"May I have a coin or two? For those pies there," He pointed over toward the small shop, settled along the pier.
"Of course, fruit pies are they? Buy one for each of us," She took a quick glance at the tall, handsome and depressed man. "Mr. T, what flavor?"
He grunted, not caring. His thoughts roamed, had Lucy ever made fruit pies? No, he shook his head, she never did.
"Mr. T," Nellie asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Blackberry pie," was his response and nothing more.
Tobias Ragg nearly skipped with joy as he ran to the pie shop.
"Let us find a place on the beach when he is back." Nellie said, staring off at the ocean in a loving gaze.
Sweeney nodded, his only sign of agreement.
They waited for a few minutes, and then another few minutes.
Sweeney started to grow impatient, very quickly. "Where is the boy?"
"I...I don't know. " Yet looking in the window, Nellie knew something was wrong. Sweeney turned his back as she let out a horrified gasp. This gasp was different from when he had threatened her with his silver friend. Quickly, he turned around to see two silhouettes. One was a boy, the other a large man. With one swipe of the shadow coming down, the boy was no more.
Immediately, Mrs. Lovett broke out into a full run towards the pie shop, Sweeney close behind.
"Toby," She yelled, lifting her skirts high to run faster.
She nearly slammed into the door, if there was on there. A large obese man, with dark beady eyes stared down at them.
"Where is my son?" She hissed, breathing heavily.
"Oh, your boy, he is right behind me." His dark and deep laugh was false.
Good thing this man was bearded. "Excuse me, my fine gentleman," Sweeney's voice piped up from behind Nellie.
"Yes, what do you want?" He moved outside, as Toby ran past him into his 'mother's' arms. He looked pale, like he'd seen a ghost.
"I am Sweeney Todd, a barber, how about I give you the closest shave you have ever had, free of pennies charge?" His voice was drenched in sickening sweet lies.
"I've heard of you! Beat AdolfoPirellia few months back," He snickered "The King of all Barbers."
"Yes, I proved him wrong. Now, how about that shave?" His deadly smile worked wonders.
"You will see me before the month is dead and gone." His bear like laugh echoed through Mrs. Lovett's ears as they walked away.
A black and blue bruise was very noticeable on the boy's neck. Tobias never spoke a word as they got home. Nor did he grab the gin, just went straight to the den and started the fire.
Nellie's heart was ready to bust, and rage nearly boiled over. Sweeney's gaze caught hers, and she followed him into his shop.
"That man is sick and twisted. Whatever he did to Toby he will pay." The enraged woman paced back and forth, her tiny fists clenched.
"Soon Mrs. Lovett that man will soon be into our faithful customer's stomachs." He cleaned his razors over and over again.
She smiled evilly, that man will perish.