Sweeney Todd
And The Vampire Barber Of Twilight Street
I do not own Sweeney Todd or Twilight. Therefor, the songs, characters, and most of the storyline are not mine. Thank you Stephenie Meyer for writing the best book EVER!! by the way This means singing!
Chapter 1
The Sea
"Mr. Todd, would you like to come out and see our destination?" Well, we must be here. I got off of the hard mattress I had been attempting to sleep on and walked out of the cold room. As I stood on deck, looking for Jacob, I saw the huge, crashing waves hit the side of the boat. To just imagine that I was out in that a few minutes ago... well, I could have survived, but who wouldn't notice a man, swimming in the middle of a storm, not drowning. I had to fake being human. A weak, innocent human. As I remembered where I was, and why I was here, I turned to look for Jacob some more.
Then, I saw him. He was standing at the front of the boat, staring into the waves, kind of like I had just been. Then he began to sing. "I have sailed the world beheld it's wonders from the Dardinells to the mountians of Peru but there's no place like London," Jacob wasn't a very good singer. As he sang, I slowly crept up behind him. When he took a pause, I sang "No there's no place like London," Jacob jumped. "Mr. Todd?" " You are young, life has been kind to you. You will learn. There's a whole in the world like a great black pit and the vermin of the world inhabit it and its morals aren't worth what a pig can spit and it goes by the name of London. At the top of the hole sit the previlaged few, making mock of the vermin in the lonely zoo turning beauty to filth and greed. I too have sailed the world and seen its wonders, for the cruelty of men is as wonderous as Peru. But there's no place like London!"
Thump. When we landed we walked down the ramp that was in the frount of the boat. At the bottom, I stared down the street I had known for my entire life. I never thought I would return after what happened... " Is something wrong, Mr. Todd?" I turned my head. I had forgotten he was here. " I am sorry, Jacob. These very streets haunt me. They are filled with shadows." He looked puzzled. "Shadows?" he asked. "Ghosts," I responded. " Will I ever see you agian?" the boy asked. Not to say he was a boy. Mabye a teenager or around that age. He sounded kind of hopeful. Though we had only known eachother for a hour or two, the boy hoped to be my friend. " You may find me if you like, around Fleet Street," "Until then," he held out his hand but I turned away. I was to destracted. Where would I go to restart my life? Then I knew where I was going.