'After an unfortunate accident befalls the daughter of Mrs Lovett and Sweeney Todd the evening her parents are killed, she is left alone as one of the undead. How ever will she survive?'

Immediately after the ending of the film, any writing in italics is from the character's POV and the bold is thoughts. I hope you enjoy it. I've had this on my computer for about a month now but I've not been confident enough to publish it…until now. Any thoughts would be appreciated so I know whether or not to publish the rest. Thanks everyone!

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It wasn't fire. I knew now more than ever that fire wasn't that cold. It was freezing me, turning my blood to ice and causing my limbs to stiffen; it hurt in the same way pins and needles did, as when I'd been standing for too long in one position. Now it was all over my body and it was paralyzing me, rooting me to one spot. I forced my eyes to open and saw the basement floor against my face, I blinked and my eyelashes brushed over it. I heard the footsteps of my attacker getting closer, I smelled his scent. He smelled of the outside. Of trees and grass and a hint of the sea, the place my mum always dreamed of going. I could still smell what HE'D done to her, the stench of burning human flesh was trapped to me, up my nose, in my mouth, I could taste it.

'Do you want to live, young one?' The stranger whispered to me, I raised my eyes to him, to watch him running his hand through the pooling blood leaking from my face and neck, which was mixing with that of the murderer laying not a metre away from myself.

'Y-yes.' I choked back to him, at sixteen what else would I have been expected to do? There was the sound of clothes rustling, then a noise like someone in taking breath very suddenly. His wrist was extended before me, blood running from a small, straight gash across his white skin. His pressed the cut to my lips.

'Swallow.' He commanded. I did, it tasted of iron, metallic. Like when the inside of a pie isn't baked enough. There was something else there, something almost sour but sweet at the same time. 'I'm giving you back your life, little girl, you'll never crave to join them again.'

At the time it seemed never ending but in hindsight it could only have been a matter of second that he held his arm there. He went to move and I bit down.

'Not yet. You're not getting away that lightly!'

'Let go!' He growled, but I could hear desperation. The pins and needles was subsiding but something else was taking its place. Something darker. I could feel it crawling, slithering, like a snake, through my veins; it felt like my blood had stopped flowing. I couldn't hear my breathing anymore, only the stopping of a heart. Was it mine? No, I'd feel it surely. Mr Todd. I turned my head and the pale man snatched his wrist away, panting. Mr Todd was taking his last breath.

'Die, you sick bastard, go to Hell!' I hoped he heard my thoughts.

Then I heard the laughing.

'So much to learn. You're stronger, faster; you could take life or give it…' He stopped chuckling.

My eyes shifted to the furnace. The man roared with cold hysteria.

'No, you can't save her.' And he laughed again, I glared. Then stood, my muscles shook, I reached my hand to where my wounds should be. Nothing, just my skin. It was cold. Like his. I'd stood too quickly, normally my head would have rushed, but now I was steady, too steady, too solid.

'What did you do to me?' My voice was different; the pitch was lower but softer, I almost sounded like I was singing, yet there was more danger in it than there had ever been. I had venom behind my words as I spoke to him.

'Why, child, I gave you your wish: to live. Now I must leave you, goodbye…and good luck.' He moved to the entrance to the sewer before turning round to me. 'Anna.'

I watched him leave. I did nothing but stand there, feeling the new energy coursing through my body, my tongue teasing my newly sharpened canines. How was it possible that the aroma of Mr Todd's blood reached me from over there? It was stale, like it had gone wrong, rotted as his corpse surely would. It wasn't an appetising smell.

Then I heard footsteps, growing closer.

'Toby.' I could tell from their hesitance, the lightness of them, the quick but reluctant steps. He rounded the corner, his face puckered with concern. Upon seeing me, his face flooded with relief.

'Anna!' He ran to me. I could smell his blood. Sweet and fresh, being pumped round his body by his beating heart.

I cleared my throat but couldn't speak, my throat was dry. He threw himself against my body. Robotically, I wrapped my arms gently round him. He must have felt the difference because he stirred and moved away from me.

'Anna…what happened to you?'

'I…mum…' I couldn't organise my thoughts, I was intoxicated by the scent of the essence of his life.

'Oh, Anna!' He launched himself at me again, resting his head on my shoulder, flopping sideways as exhaustion took him away.

'This should make it easier.' The part of me that had changed thought, I barely had time to think in fact. He sighed.

That's when I sank my teeth into his neck.