A/N: I'm so excited to be starting this fic. I had the idea a few weeks ago, but didn't have the time to write it. But here it is now. Enjoy the first chapter of Beetlejuice: A Sweeney Todd story
Disclaimer: I do not own Beetlejuice, Sweeney Todd, or anything else. Sorry. Wish I did.
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"Fancy coming to the market love?" Mrs. Lovett asked, standing in the doorway of Sweeney Todd's barber shop.
"Not really," answered Mr. Todd, who was at the window as usual.
"Oh but Mr. T," Mrs. Lovett pleaded, "It's such a lovely day. And who knows? Maybe the judge will be there and you can invite 'im for a shave. Do come with me."
Mr. Todd perked up at the mention of the words "judge" and "shave" in the same sentence. "Do you really think so?" he asked slowly.
Mrs. Lovett shrugged. "You'll never know Mr. Todd. Come on, lets go."
Soon Sweeney found himself being dragged along the road by an ecstatic Mrs. Lovett who was chattering away. "And you probably should get some supplies yourself, Mr. T," she was saying. Mr. Todd ignored her talk and focused on the ground instead.
Mrs. Lovett, meanwhile, was enjoying every minute walking with her dear barber. She was fairly certain he wasn't listening to her, but at the moment, she was too happy that he was actually walking with her to care too much. So she continued to pull him along, reveling in the fact that he was letting her hold his hand, even though it was limp. She would turn her head to look him in the face every few sentences.
So as they continued in this fasion, neither of them noticed the oncoming carriage until they heard someone shout, "Get outta the way!"
Both of them looked up. Mrs. Lovett screamed and clutched Mr. Todd's arm, trying to drag him out of the street. She managed to push him out of the way, but she remained frozen on the spot in terror once he was out of the way. "Nellie!" Sweeney shouted as pure terror gripped his heart. He lunged back toward her and grabbed her, both of them tumbling into the road. He heard a loud crash, and then everything went black.
When he opened his eyes, a disraught Mrs. Lovett was standing over him. "Oh you're alright!" she exclaimed as he sat up. He looked around and saw that they were in the pie shop. "What happened?" he asked groggily.
Mrs. Lovett stood up. "There was a carriage crash dearie." she said, "That's all I can remember." She walked over to the counter. "I don't know about you Mr. T." she said, reaching for a knife and some vegetables, "But I think that some soup will do wonders right now." She began to cut up some onions.
As she continued to cut, Mr. Todd noticed something strange. It looked like Mrs. Lovett had sliced her finger, but she hadn't reacted to the sting of the onion juice. "Mrs. Lovett," Sweeney asked, "Did you cut yourself?"
Mrs. Lovett looked down at her hands, which were now covered in blood. "Oh my!" she gasped, "I didn't feel anything." She held up her hand and the cut finger hung off it by just a little bit of skin. Cautiously, she grasped the finger and pressed it back to her hand. Immediately, it reattached itself. Mrs. Lovett looked up at Sweeney then back at her hand.
Mr. Todd stared in amazment. He slowly walked up to where Mrs. Lovett was standing and took the knife from her hands. Carefully, he slit his own wrist, and felt no pain. Blood oozed from the cut, but then stopped, and the wound closed up.
Mrs. Lovett let out a startled cry and took the knife back. Placing the blade at her throat, she slashed it open. Blood spurted everywhere, but Mrs. Lovett felt nothing. Soon the blood stopped spraying and her throat was back to normal. Eyes wide with wonder and terror, she turned to Sweeney.
"Mr. Todd," she said quietly, "I don't think we survied the crash."
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A/N: I know, not a very nice way to leave you all. What do you think? Tell me through that magical button right below these words! If you review, I'll send Toby with some meat pies straight from Mrs. Lovett's pie shop! If you don't, I'll send Pirelli with his piss and ink!