Stephen Sondheim and Tim Burton owns
Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street. I own all my own people
A/N The first chapter is POV. After that, it'll be written normally.
I raced out of the room and I hid my hands in my coat pocket. I couldn't let anyone see the slut's filthy blood on them.
As soon as I got outside, I slowed my pace to a walk, and looked as normal as I could. No one pays much mind to me, and that's the way I like it. As soon as I'm sure no one saw me walk out of the house, I turn to look it, and a grin becomes plastered on my lips.
She was one of my favorites and best so far, and she met my demands quickly without much argument. It helped that I had a knife to her daughters throat, but she did everything I asked her. She was sweet, so sweet. I feel a sweat break out just at the mere thought of her.
As much as I wanted to keep her alive, I had to kill them both. She may have been amazing, but I know as soon as I had left, she would have ran to the law, and I would have been caught within the hour.
I look at the house for a few more moments before I walk on, not quite sure where I'm going. I just know I needed to get away from there before her bloody son gets home and finds his mum and his sister dead. I'm actually pleasantly surprised no one heard her screams. I love a screamer, it makes the act so much more exciting.
I walk for a bit, trying to spot my next project, but no luck. No, this one needed to be special, beautiful, perfect in every sense of the word. I always try to upgrade after I dispose of the previous one, and the last one was just, to perfect and amazing for words.
I turn a corner and look at the street sign. "Fleet Street," it reads. Well, better place then any, really. I start to walk around, eying the different woman, but none of them meeting my standard. I must have walked around for fifteen minutes, and not one woman truly stood out in my mind.
I'm about to turn around and head down another street before I hear somene yell.
"Toby, where are ya' love?" I quickly turn around, and thats when I see her. Her dark red curls were wild and crazy, yet it still looked well cared for. Her black dress came down to her ankles, yet it had a low dip, letting me see her perfect curves, I was too far away to see her eyes, yet I could tell they were dark. Dark brown, perhaps black, I couldn't tell. She is perfect.
"Toby," my model of perfection called again. Who is this Toby person? her husband, perhaps?
"Coming, mum," a young boy's voice rang out, and a boy around nine, perhaps ten runs up to her, a shopping basket full of baking supplies in his arms.
"Come on, love," she said, ruffling his messy brown hair. Her voice is like music to me ears. Strong, yet meek , all at the same time, it is beautiful. "We've got to get home. I suspect Mr. T will be wantin' 'is dinner by now."
"Yes, mum," the boy called Toby said. She smiled at him, and my heart races. They both begin to walk off, and I follow, yet I'm far enough so that neither the woman nor the boy notice me.
They walk up to a large shop called "Mrs. Lovett's meat pies, and Sweeney Todd's barber shop." She unlocks the front door and she and the boy goes inside.
Hmm, Mrs. Lovett's meat pies? I groan in defeat. She was married, sod it! I'm about to walk away before I turn back to the building. I had gone to a Mrs. Mooney's pie shop a few weeks ago, in hopes of getting the pie baker (I choose one of her customers far more fair then she in the end.) But she told me that her husband had ran off with another woman, and she just never bothered to change the name on the shop, or to correct people when they called her Mrs Mooney. Is it possible that similar circumstances surrounded this woman? Only one way to find out.
I take a deep breath, wipe my hands on the inside of my coat, getting them as clean as I could before I march up to the pie shop and knock on the door, chuckling softly.
"Mrs. Lovett," I think to myself as I watch the boy called Toby come to the door, "you are about to become all mine."
Ooh, cliff hanger! Please review to find out what happens!
