Disclaimer: I do not own Sweeney Todd. Don't remind me. This chapter doesn't include my OC just yet.
Prologue
Sweeney was brooding over his window, over the dank and pitiful street.
Fleet street that is…
The rats were gathering at the entry at the sewers, surely trying to get at the mess dear Sweeney left for them. The man gave a chuckle. It wasn't one of joy, nor happiness. No, it was a sinister laugh of knowing.
Sweeney was never happy. He spent his days skulking in his apartment above the now flourishing meat-pie emporium owned by the once-lovely Mrs. Lovett. He would shave much of a man's face before slitting slowly across the throats of countless, give or take how "good" he was feeling that day. Once in a while he would let them go, to avoid suspicion, but they always came back, making all the easier to squash the scoundrels like cockroaches.
They were easy to pick out, the worst of 'em. Sweeney would make simple small talk, and true intentions of evil men would babble into his ear. Sweeney knew all the gossip. He took pride in ending it… as well as starting it. The men were starting to disappear by the hundreds, every couple of weeks. And three kills was a slow day…
Mrs. Lovett devoted her spare time to him (which was most of it). She enjoyed waiting on him, if only to get a single word out of him all day.
In fact, that day, Sweeney had mumbled a 'thank you' the other day, when he was certain she was gone, but of course, her ears perked up and she said a happy 'you're welcome' and she cheerfully carried on with her day; even if it was rainy and depressing outside.
It was a sick love. An unrequited one: three guesses whom to whom.