Sweeney's Girls

Written by: OneWithManyNames

Disclaimer: I do not own Sweeney Todd; one cannot own a real person at any point.

Claimer: Tralia Barber and her sister Nicolette are original characters made by my friend and I. Nicknames were there before the story, or new movie were made!!

Prologue

A young woman and a child stepped onto the street, their coach now leaving sight. The woman looked at her companion, giving a less than confident smile. Long blonde hair flowed down her back, half of the length of the purple-blue dress she wore. The child was adorned in a pair of tattered pants, an old shirt, and a hat. Her amber eyes sparkled in the light of the street lamps. "Well, we're 'ere…" She sighed. The child looked up at her.

"'ow will we know where to find 'im?"

"We just will."

"'ow do we know if 'e's even 'ere?"

"I feel 'im…"

Toby

Toby heard unfamiliar voices calling. 'Who could that be? Where's Mum?' He wondered as he ventured out.

"'ello? Mrs. Lovett? Anybody? Tobi! Don't touch that!" A girl's voice echoed through.

'Wot did I touch?' He wondered as he quickened into a run. When he reached the dining area, he saw them. A girl with long blonde hair glowing against her pale skin, and what seemed to be a boy about his age, or younger. The boy blushed as he saw him. 'Wot's with him?' "Wot's wrong?!"

"'ello, we're looking for a Mr. Sweeney Todd…" The girl spoke.

"Ah. I'll take you to 'im." Toby said as he grabbed her hand and pulled her outside. He made an abrupt turn and ran up the stairs with her. When he reached the door he knocked loudly. "Mr. Todd! Someone's 'ere for you!"

"Send 'em in!"

"You 'eard the man, go on, get in there!" As he said this, he pushed her inside, and then skittered down to the pie shop. 'I wonder wot that boy's doing down there.' When he opened the door, Toby saw the boy simply waiting at a table, humming a little tune. "Um…so wot's your name?"

"You can call me Tobi."

"You're a 'Toby' too, huh?"

"Yep." The boy smiled happily, a slight blush still there. "At least that's what I go by."

"Well, at any rate, it's nice to 'ave another boy around."

"…another boy?"

"Yes…aren't you one?"

"Haha…you see…I…" 'He' pulled the hat off of 'his' head, allowing long blonde curls to spill out. "…my birth name is Nicolette…"

"Y-you're a girl?" Toby was in shock for a moment. "Well, at least that explains the blushing." They both laughed as she readjusted the hat on her head.

Sweeney

Sweeney was busy sharpening and polishing his razors when a knock, accompanied by Toby's voice, disrupted him.

"Mr. Todd, someone's 'ere for you!" The boy shouted

"Send 'em in." Sweeney called back, slightly annoyed. Then a girl was pushed through the door. She looked surprising like he dreamed Johanna would. "Johanna?"

"That name…I've been called that once before, by a 'Turpin' fellow…who is she?"

"You are not 'er?"

"No. My name is Tralia, Tralia Barber." She smiled at him as she tugged on the blonde strands and they fell to the ground, revealing shorter dark brown hair. "I like the wig better than my real 'air, but I suppose it'll cause some confusion, won't it?"

"I suppose it will." Sweeney smiled a bit. He liked the girl, she was bright. "'ow did you get that wig, Miss Barber?"

"I made this one." She answered a bit shyly. "I-I came here for a reason, Mr. Todd."

"Wot would that be?"

"A job, Mr. Todd. I need a job while I'm in town." As she spoke, Tralia reached into the folds of her dress and removed several razors. "You see I'm looking for someone an' we'll need to rent a room for the while…" She glanced down. "He promised me he'd care for us if I ever needed it…"

"Well, I'll think it over. A few things are going on and—" Sweeney was cut off by the door slamming open.

"Mr. Todd, Mr. Todd! They took 'er! They took Johanna and—Tralia?!"

"Anthony!" Tralia smiled happily, running to him and embracing him. "I knew I'd find you 'ere!"

Anthony

Anthony ran along the streets. He had to get to Mr. Todd quickly; he would know what to do. 'I can't believe 

they took 'er! They took Johanna!' His mind raced. Finally he arrived, running up the stairs and in the door.

"Mr. Todd! Mr. Todd! They took 'er! They took Johanna and—Tralia?!" He stopped suddenly, seeing this girl from his past.

"Anthony!" Tralia smiled happily, running to him and embracing him. "I knew I'd find you 'ere!"

.:Flashback:.

A young Anthony sat in the grass beside a young girl. "Tralia, wot's wrong?"

"Huh?"

"You…seem different…"

"Oh…well, father says we may 'ave to move soon…and I want to tell you something first…" Tralia blushed as she spoke, looking directly into his eyes.

"Wot is it, Tralia?"

"I…I love you, Anthony." Tralia grabbed his hands. "And you can't say it's impossible, we've know each other forever!"

"T-Tralia…I-I love you too…I'll always be 'ere for you. If you need me, come find me. I'll take care of you." Anthony hugged her tightly as he made this promise.

.:End Flashback:.

"Tralia, you were looking for me? Wot's wrong?"

"Anthony, you know this girl?" Sweeney asked suspiciously.

"Of course I do, Mr. Todd! I've known 'er all my life…" Anthony and Tralia waved as they left.

"Anthony…my father's dead…I need you now…" Tralia looked at him the way she had so long ago.

"Wot? When? How? I'm so sorry, Tralia…"

"'e was taken by the sickness last year; we've been looking for you since."

"Ah! Little Nicolette! Is she better?"

"Yes, she's been well for a while now." Tralia smiled. "But sometimes it acts up in the winter."

"Well, then we'll need to get you to my place to stay for a bit…but, I'm so sorry…you see, the girl, Johanna…well, she and I plan to be married…"

"M-married…?"

"Yes, I'm sorry…she's so sad…she needs to be rescued."

"B-but…our promise…I…"

"I will still care for you, Tralia. Don't worry about that."

"Can I meet 'er?"

"Well…the thing is…"

"She's missing. I 'eard. Will you take me to the Judge's 'ouse? I'll wear my wig and…"

"We'll do that…by the way, where's Nicolette?"

"I left 'er down in the pie shop."

"Alright, we'll go get 'er and get to my place. Tomorrow we go see the Judge."

Mrs. Lovett

Mrs. Lovett walked into the shop to see Toby and another little boy sitting and laughing at one of the tables. "Wot's this? Who's your friend, love?"

"Oh! Mum, this is…uh…" Toby paused unaware of what to say.

"Tobi, ma'am, you can call me Tobi." Nicolette finished for him. "I'm pleased to meet you."

"Well, Toby…and Toby…would you like a pie?"

"That sounds great, mum!" Toby replied.

"Thank you very much, ma'am."

"No need for formalities, love. Call me mum."

"I-I can't do that, ma'am. My sister wouldn't like that too much I'm afraid."

"You mean that pretty blonde girl?" Toby spoke up as he reached for the warm pies.

"She's not really blonde. That was a wig. She made it 'erself."

"Nicolette! I found 'im! I told you I would, and I did!" The elder sister ran into the shop, blonde hair flowing behind her, Anthony following. "'ello, ma'am, you must be Mrs. Lovett."

"Ay, I am. You're little brother is quite delightful, miss."

"Pleased to meet you, I am Tralia Barber…and that…" She gestured to the 'other Toby'. "…is my younger sister." Mrs. Lovett stared.

"My stars…Toby…you are a girl?"

"It's Nicolette really, ma'am."

"Can she work 'ere with me mum?" Toby asked happily. "We could get 'er a dress and she could help with the customers!"

"I suppose…Miss Barber, would you like to 'elp as well?"

"Well, I'm more of a barber, but it would be delightful…'ere's some money for the dresses. Tomorrow, Anthony and I are going to see the judge."

"Oy! I already 'as me a prefession!" Nicolette spoke loudly.

"Nicolette! Selling things you've stollen is 'ardly a profession." Tralia scolded. "Of course she'll work for you, Mrs. Lovett."

"Let's go girls." Anthony smiled at Nicolette. "We must get you some rest…Nicolette 'ow 'ave you been?"

I know it's rated M, but I did say future chapter as well! Don't worry, as soon as I get it in there, it will be in abundances! Which means as often as I can get in.