A/N: Sorry it's been awhile and if it's crap, school is really biting me in the ass. And I have to write another fanfiction because a friend of mine requested it. However, I won't be posting it for a while.
Disclaimer: I think the whole world knows I don't own Sweeney Todd
I watched the whole scene unfold. Sweeney was done singing to his friends and Mrs. Lovett walked away from the barber when he told her to do so. She stood up with a sigh and started heading towards the door.
"Mrs. Lovett!" I called out to the baker, who just kept ignoring me. She actually pushed past me and went down the steps. I was becoming increasingly frustrated. Why was she acting like I didn't exist?
Sweeney just kept going about his business. With my mouth agape, I backed out of the shop, running down the stairs. I stopped immediately when I saw that Mrs. Lovett wasn't around anymore, as if she vanished in thin air. This was so strange. Perhaps I did something, hit my head and not realised it. I burst into the pie shop, wanting to tell Aunt Bella about what I had just seen. I stopped short though.
What was I thinking? I couldn't tell Aunt Bella this! What would I say, the Damons were really Sweeney Todd and Nellie Lovett and Joanne and Colby were Johanna and Toby reincarnated? And now they're back from the dead yet again? I'd be sent off to an asylum!
"Ready to go?" I was asked as I came into Aunt Bella's view. I suspected that the place made her feel uneasy, as it did to just about anyone who dared to enter.
I shook my head in response. "I'm going to stay here for a few days," I told her, my tone of voice daring her to tell me otherwise.
Aunt Bella opened her mouth to tell me that my choice was not acceptable. Seeing the look in my eyes stopped her though. I was serious about this.
"Fine," she sighed, clearly giving up on trying changing my mind. I raced out to the car and grabbed my overnight bag. I bade Aunt Bella farewell and she left, shaking her head as she pulled away from the shop and sped off home. She was probably pissed off that I was rebelling in a way, but it wasn't her choice as to what I did and I intended to solve the Damon case.
An eerie silence washed over the place. I got an odd feeling in the pit of my stomach. I felt like I was alone, but not completely, like someone was watching me. Taking my time, I went back upstairs, only to find the barber's shop completely empty save for the barber's chair.
I was convinced I saw Sweeney and Mrs. Lovett. Something very strange was going on and it bothered me. Was I just nutter? Was that it? That must've been the answer; I hallucinated. I supposed that I missed them so much that I imagined them.
"Hush little Johanna, hush. Your father will be home soon, I promise," I heard a faint voice of a female say from behind me. My stomach tightened in fear. It didn't sound like Mrs. Lovett, the voice was unfamiliar. I dared to turn around to be met with the sight of a pretty blonde woman in a Victorian styled dress, muttering incoherent things to herself.
"Um, hello?" I raised an eyebrow in confusion. She looked a little familiar, as if I had seen her in a picture or something… an idea struck me as to who she might be, but no, there was no possible way that it could be, "Lucy?"
She nodded and smiled, as if glad someone finally recognized her. "Yes," she responded. "Yes, I am Lucy Barker. You are Jamie, correct?"
I nodded slowly. How did she know my name? "You're aunt was muttering things to herself, occasionally tossing her name around. I could only assume that was you," Lucy continued as if reading my mind. "May I ask why you're here?"
"Uh, well, my neighbors… family, were found dead not too long ago. Everyone said it was an accident, but I know for a fact that it wasn't." Why on earth was I explaining this to a ghost? Especially to Lucy, Benjamin Barker's wife! Did she know he became Sweeney Todd? "I came here to see if there was anything that could prove I was right."
Lucy's brow furrowed as she took in all of this new information. "You're neighbors… who were they may I ask?"
"The Damons," I answered. I couldn't tell her who they really were. I felt that by doing that, it would be inconsiderate seeing as Lucy was married to Benjamin, who became Sweeney who then was married to Mrs. Lovett when they were reincarnated.
"Ah yes, the Damons." I froze. They way she said it, it sounded like Lucy knew who the Damons were. "Ben, Nellie, Colby and Joanne, correct?" She did know! As if reading my thoughts yet again, Lucy smiled knowingly. "It's hard not to recognize the face of a man whom you've loved," she explained, heartbreak in her voice. She had lost Benjamin, and I couldn't help but feel bad.
"How long have you been here?" I blurted out, dying to know the answer. It occurred to me that Lucy may have been at the pie shop the whole entire time since she died and just never made herself visible. Ghosts had an annoying tendency to do that.
"Not very long, perhaps just a few days at the most," Lucy replied, her voice distant as she looked out the window. She looked back to me and her distant look was replaced with a smile. "I know what you're here for Jamie; it's only too obvious, especially to a ghost. And I would like to help you if you'd let me."
Why would she want to help me? Her husband was married to another woman now, or used to be at least. I knew for a fact that if I were once married and my husband married someone else, I wouldn't be willing to help any situation that involved him. But Lucy seemed different, caring. She really wanted to help. With a sigh, I said, "I'd appreciate it if you'd help me Lucy." The question was: where to begin? "Now we just need to find where to start investigating."
Lucy smiled brightly. "I know exactly where to start." She began to leave the barber shop and I followed. Lucy opened the door and allowed me to go ahead of her. Smiling, I began walking down the steps.
Suddenly, I felt pressure being put on my back and then a sharp pain in my head. Lucy had pushed me, but before this thought could register, I blacked out.