Chapter Two- A Long Waited Introduction

Mrs. Lovett made her was down the stairs and to her small shop beneath Sweeney Todd's. She smiled when she hear footsteps above her. The man above could do that to her, make her smile without doing anything special, he got to her like that. The gloom and doom that followed the two could disappear for a moment, at least for her, when they were together.

Mrs. Lovett, still smiling, looked down from the ceiling only to see a man sitting before her. She let out a small gasp before engaging in a meaningless conversation with him. The man sat down and ate a pie; he was the first to do so in a long while. Before he so graciously bought and ate the first pie in weeks, Mrs. Lovett couldn't be bothered by this man. After though, she started to notice little things about him: his chin was spotted with small stubble, his jet black hair was cut to an ever so appropriate length, and his eyes were the colour of ink.

Mrs. Lovett, feeling a tad petty, decided to listen to the man. His name was Elliot; Elliot was a police officer and a good looking one at that. The name Elliot was enough to make Mrs. Lovett melt into a small puddle. Mrs. Lovett fed her new found friend a few more pies and sent him away with even more. "I'll have to be off now, Nellie!" he called out as he left

"Good for business and adorable." Mrs. Lovett gushed after he was gone. Mrs. Lovett silently appreciated being addressed by her first name as apposed to Mrs. Lovett. Before she could notice any happenings around her, she found herself face-to-face with Mr. Todd. "Mrs. Lovett?" he asked, "Who were you just talking to?" Mrs. Lovett, livid with embarrassment, tried to act calm. "Just myself, Mr. Todd" Mr. Todd raised his brow in suspicion, "No, not that. That man who walked out of here. Were you talking with a police officer?"

Mrs. Lovett dusted her hands off on her apron. "Relax, Mista T." She smiled "He was just a costumer." Mr. Todd looked satisfied enough. "So, Mista T. What brings you down here?" Mrs. Lovett rolled out dough and stirred a pot while conversing. "Just worked up a thirst doing business" he haft hinted toward the ripe body waiting for Mrs. Lovett's preparations and his craving for gin. "Ah." Mrs. Lovett picked up on both hints and filled a tumbler with alcoholic drink after drink.

Sweeney Todd woke to the smell of fresh pies. His eyes fluttered, straining to adjust to the lights. He let out a small groan as he stretched his
legs. "Where am I?" he asked himself. Mr. Todd blinked, still trying to adjust to the light. "Mista T?" he heard a woman's voice, "You awake? Couldn't get you awake last night." Mrs. Lovett strolled into the room. "What?" Mr. Todd was still groggy after his sleep which apparently took place on a couch in Mrs. Lovett's home.

"Why am I here?" he snapped, "I shouldn't be here!" Mrs. Lovett didn't flinch. "Settle yourself Mista T; just one too many tumblers of gin last night." She placed a few pies and a mug of tea on the table beside him. Mr. Todd snatched the tea before his inevitable headache kicked in. He glugged the tea until there was but two small sips worth left. "Would you like some more, Love?" Mrs. Lovett asked. "Oh. Um, sure." Mr. Todd replied unaware of his landlady's continuous presence. Mr. Todd was certainly confused, but he was aware of how badly he felt he needed to leave.

Mrs. Lovett returned with more tea and a questioning look on her face. "Why don't you cal me by my first name, Mista T?" she asked, sitting on a chair paralleled to Mr. Todd's couch. "Pardon my answering a question with another question," he looked up at her, "but why don't you call meby my first name?" Mr. Todd felt too cunning for his own good. "I should-a guessed you wouldn't take me seriously." Mrs. Lovett's eyes moved toward her bloodied palms, "I guess I just respect you, that's all." She answered his question and clenched her fists as if she was trying to hide something in them. Mr. Todd smirked, "You respect me, Mrs. Lovett?" he smiled a wicked smile, "I think you're more afraid of me."


I'm not a whiz at the formatting as I'm sure your aware by now. I can't seem to figure out how to make the story look more...BUZOWWish. The spacing looks a tad off to me, but I could just be freaking out; I tend to do that. Please also pardon the abrupt ending, you'll just have to wait to see what sort of shenanigans will ensue.