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The door to Sweeney Todd's barbershop opened, the ring of the bell reminding Sweeney of another throat to be slit. Sweeney got up, looking for his customer, and future pie. A woman walked through the door, and Sweeney relaxed. Her face, ghost white and pale, was emotionless. She removed her bonnet, revealing auburn curls that reminded Mr. Todd of Lucy's. Her green eyes blazed with anger and vengeance so fiercely that even Sweeney had a tiny part of him that feared her.

"Are you Mr. Todd?" The woman asked.

"What may I do for you today, my lady?" Sweeney replied, putting on his usual charm to loosen up his customers and make them feel "relaxed".

The woman looked around his shop, peering at the barber's chair. "Did you have customers today, Mr. Todd?"

Annoyance hit Sweeney like a rock. Why was this woman asking such ridiculous questions?

"A few." Was all he said, and the woman glared at him.

"I do not need you to get annoyed, Mr. Todd, I'm just asking simple questions," the woman seemed to feel his annoyance and muttered under her breath, "Men."

"Apologies, been having a bad day." Sweeney lied. He actually been having a splendid day, depressing, but splendid.

"Your apology is accepted. I have known those days as well." The woman seemed to soften as she said this, but then the familiar anger returned into her eyes.

There was a moment of awkward silence between them, and suddenly the door to Sweeney's shop opened yet again. Mrs. Lovett stepped inside, humming as usual. She noticed the woman, and her expression changed from merry to serious.

"Who's this, love?" Mrs. Lovett asked, trying to keep the jealousy out of her voice.

Sweeney opened his mouth and shut it, realizing that he did not know the mysterious woman's name.

"Why should I tell you my name, love?" The woman asked imitating Mrs. Lovett's high voice.

The woman received a glare from Mrs. Lovett, and merely smirked.

"We," Mr. Todd stepped toward Mrs. Lovett, whose face lit up when he put his hand over her shoulder, "would like to know your name, just to know who we are making business with."

"Fine," the woman obviously gave up and sat down in the barber chair, not recognizing that that was where he usually made his kill. "Amelia Smith."

Both Mrs. Lovett and Sweeney did not recognize the name, and Mr. Todd relaxed. Mrs. Lovett, however, could not erase that suspicious feeling that crept up her stomach.

"Well then, Miss Smith, I suppose you're hungry. Would you like a meat pie?" Mrs. Lovett asked, forming a fake smile on her lips.

Sweeney, realizing that Mrs. Lovett was trying to get information out of Amelia, quickly formed a tight smile on his pale face and motioned toward the door.

"Ah, yes. Mrs. Lovett does have the best meat pies in London. Gentlemen have never had a complaint about her pies." Mr. Todd walked up to Amelia and, holding her hands, pulled her out of the chair. Mrs. Lovett looked away, trying to ignore the slight pink that rose up into Amelia's cheek as Sweeney pulled her from the chair.

Mrs. Lovett tried to smile sweetly at the woman who seemed to find Mr. Todd as charming as she did. She opened the door for her, and Amelia walked out like a proper lady, head held high, holding her dress up. Mrs. Lovett shook her head, muttering under her breath.

"You want me to get information, love?" She asked Sweeney, who was staring out of the window.

"You always seem to have charming notions, don't you Mrs. Lovett?" Sweeney replied.

Mrs. Lovett's heart melted, but she kept her face with the same cool expression.

"Always, love. Always."

Author's Note: There you go. First chapter of many. You can have your own opinion of Amelia; I like her and hate her. Please click the purple button and you will make me happy. When you make me happy, I write more, which makes you happy. It's a win-win situation! I do appreciate constructive criticism, and flames will be used to keep Mrs. Lovett's oven burning. Oh, and if you review, you get a meat pie!!