This one will have chapters…and I will make myself finish it! XD Review, my good people! Yes, I know Sweeney Todd technically takes place in London, not Paris…just bear with me here, okay? Thanks!
Of course, it just had to rain.
The one time Erik decided to leave the dark and somewhat dreary cellar of the Paris opera house, it had to downpour. Lightning streaked across the sky, and thunder crashed in Erik's ears.
He had no choice but to take shelter. Running into a small shop, he quickly sat down at a table. There was one other man sitting on the other side of the shop, and a woman chopping some foul-smelling meat at the counter. It was a tiny restaurant, seemingly only owned by the one woman.
"Aha, a customer!" the woman said cheerfully. "It ain't often we get customers 'round here! Relax, make yourself at home, love. That storm doesn't look like it's letting up anytime soon."
Erik nodded, not looking at her. "Thank you."
Much to Erik's surprise, she made no comment of the mask. Most did.
She walked over him and placed a meat pie in front of him. "Eat it up love. We got plenty to spare around here…"
Erik cautiously took a bite. It tasted like salted wood. Forcing himself not to gag, he swallowed it, shuddering.
"Ha, don't bother eatin' the rest, love. It's alright. I won't charge ya…"
Erik nodded, grimacing at the bad taste.
"My friend over here," she continued, gesturing at the other man who was sitting in silence. "Mr. Sweeney Todd, is an excellent barber. You won't find another man that can match his skill; I swear that to you love."
The man named Sweeney Todd gave a small smile, but his eyes were far away.
Erik nodded again. "I'll keep that in mind, madame."
Smiling at Erik, she walked back to the counter and started chopping away at the meat without much enthusiasm.
"Where do you live, love? Close by? I live right here in the shop. My home is part of it, as you may be able to see if you walk into the next room."
Erik frowned. "Yes…I am close by…"
Mrs. Lovett chuckled. "Well then, I hope that you'll be stopping in often! Don't ya worry love; I won't be making you eat. But even with Mr. Todd here, a woman gets lonely…
Erik stayed there for a half hour, sitting in silence. Mrs. Lovett and Mr. Todd talked quietly amongst themselves as the rain continued to pour. Once the rain had slowed, Erik got up and walked towards the door.
"Thanks for stopping in love. I appreciate it."
Erik nodded at her again, before stepping outside into the rain. Pulling his cloak around him, he walked back to the Paris Opera House alone.
Just a prologue, don't worry! Like I said before, there will be chapters. Review, my good people!