A/N: Sorry for the wait. Thanks for the reviews! This version of the story is a lot more popular than the first one. Which brings me to this next thing.
IMPORTANT: I am once again thinking of rewriting this. I had this brilliant idea that involved Nellie Damon waking up one day to find that she was in an alternate universe where Jamie is Sweeney's daughter, Toby and Johanna never existed and she and Sweeney never got married after being reincarnated. If I find out that anyone on fanfiction as taken this idea from me and used Jamie, I will come find you and I keel you! Not really, I was just watching Achmed on the Jeff Dunham show so yeah... I just had to say that.
Give me your opinion on that please! And if you want me to rewrite this (yet again) but also want to find out who the killer is in this story, PM. But please don't have me tell you the killer (if there is one) and tell everyone in a review. That's just no fun and then I'd have to change the killer (or make one if there is one)
Disclaimer: I don't own Sweeney Todd
Sweeney hesitated before starting his little tale. I tried my best to look genuinely interested so he wouldn't think I wasn't listening. I sat down on the floor next to him, bringing my knees to my chest, my chin resting on my knees as I looked expectantly at Sweeney. In truth, I felt a little frightened, unsure of what I would hear.
"When people… die, many different things can happen," he started, refusing to look at me and instead looking the wooden floor of the shop. "The first time I died," it felt weird to hear that, "I became a ghost along with Nellie. The second time we died," still weird to hear that, "we were reincarnated." Okay, that's great, I know that. I wanted to know what was happening now. "Now, we've been sent to different places. I've been sent back in time, Nellie… I'm not sure what's happened to her. Toby and Johanna are gone too. Johanna…" he whispered softly.
I felt rather guilty and sympathetic towards Sweeney. He had lost Johanna yet again, losing her to Judge Turpin once more. That must've been awful to live with. I put a hand on his shoulder and he glared at me, but the glare quickly melted away to form an expression of indifference. Well, better than the glare. I removed my hand from his shoulder and stood up, traipsing over to the box of razors that were still resting on the ground. I brought them over to the vanity, my finger tracing the design on the side of the box.
"You know, sometimes they still come to me," I commented quietly, looking at Sweeney for a split second before returning my attention to the razors, "whenever I get upset or really angry." Apparently this was a cause for concern and Sweeney stood up abruptly and strode over to me. He grabbed my wrist and shoved my sleeve up my arm, examining my unmarred skin. The barber studied my wrist for a minute or two before releasing me from his grasp. I smirked; Sweeney was still Sweeney, no matter what time period he was in.
"It's not a laughing matter," Sweeney warned and my smirk actually grew into a smile. Sweeney's countenance grew a bit darker at the sight of my smile. It was easy to tell that he was completely serious about what he had said. Still, I couldn't hide the smile.
"I know it's not a laughing matter. I just find it funny that you're acting so concerned," I admitted with a giggle. "You're Sweeney Todd, you don't act concern! You need to start being your moody self, like you were before I stumbled into your life. Mum is starting to notice," I pointed out. Sweeney looked at me quizzically.
"Mum?" he queried, as if he had no idea what I was talking about. Sweeney then suddenly remembered and then shook his head. "Jamie, you have to remember that it isn't Nellie downstairs," he reminded me. "Nellie's somewhere else, I don't know where. So far, no one else is here." Well, this wasn't turning out so well, was it? I was so used to calling Mrs. Lovett "mum" and now it wasn't even her.
"Well what do you s'ppose we do?" I asked. "I can't stay here forever." But I couldn't leave right away. I still had to figure out who murdered the Damons. As I spoke, Sweeney walked over to the vanity and glared at his reflection, his eyes flickering over to my reflection.
"Out," Sweeney murmured, examining his razor. I raised an eyebrow at this. It was sort of random. He turned and faced me. "Get. Out," he said in a quiet, threatening tone. I saw no choice but to obey.
As I descended the stairs, I couldn't understand what was going on. That wasn't like Sweeney. Well, it was, but if that was the Sweeney from the future, then it wasn't like him. Unless… unless of course being back in the past was turning him into his old self. This whole thing seemed so ridiculous! Maybe, just maybe this was a simple dream and I was fast asleep in my bed at Aunt Bella's or I dozed off by Cole's grave.
I needed to be somewhere where I'd be alone to think things over. However, Fleet Street was incredibly crowded and I couldn't stay in the pie shop. I still wasn't sure if Mrs. Lovett could feel me. I settled with Hyde Park, at least I could hide up in a tree there. As I walked, I was careful to avoid touching people. No one seemed to see me, a bit of a relief. The way to Hyde Park however, was an odd one and I actually couldn't remember how to get there. Panic filled me as I bumped into someone. I turned around to come face to face with a boy who didn't look much older than me and long, honey brown hair. In fact, he looked bit like Eric Hope.
The boy's expression made it clear that he was stunned. Who wouldn't be? He ran into something (ahem, someone) that wasn't there. That's when it hit me. This was Anthony Hope! He shook his head and returned to gazing at a large, fancy house. A blonde was visible in the window. Johanna, pretty little Johanna that was. So that made this Turpin's house! Oh was I going to have some fun or what?