A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews! I'm hoping that when I finish this story, it'll be at least 200 reviews. Seeing how popular this story is, this might easily achieved. But it can't be done without you so review, review, review! 8D Oh yeah, and I decided to have one more story after this involving Jamie. It'll be about what happened to Mrs Lovett during this time.
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Anthony continued to stare at Johanna in the window, hearing her faint voice as she sang about birds and being set free. I had to admit, she was a brilliant singer, but singing did not get her anywhere. Then a high pitched voice of a beggar woman reached my ears as she pleaded for alms.
"Alms, alms, for a miserable woman," the beggar pleaded and I froze on the spot. She walked up to Anthony, holding out her pleading hands for just a single alm. Anthony gave her few and she thanked him vigorously. "Thank ya sir, thank ya." The beggar was just about to turn away when Anthony stopped her.
"Could you tell me whose house this is?" Anthony queried, still staring at the large estate.
"Oh that? That'd be the great Judge Turpin's house, that is," the beggar explained. "Where he keeps his pretty little ward, J-Johanna, all locked up snug. You best not go trespassing there, or it's a good whippin' for ya, or any young man with mischief on his mind." With a rather maniacal giggle, the beggar woman started to walk away, but before she could get too far, I placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her.
"Lucy, Lucy is that you?" I questioned the beggar, knowing it was Lucy but unsure if this Lucy knew who I was. The beggar woman raised her head to look at me properly from under her bonnet. She smiled, showing off perfect teeth. Her skin was clean and her blue eyes vibrant. This was Lucy, the one who brought me here. "Lucy, why'd ya leave me?" I demanded quietly. Lucy smiled apologetically.
"Terribly sorry Jamie," she whispered, "but you know that Sweeney can see you. If he can see you, then he'll see me for sure," Lucy explained, but I was still terribly perplexed.
"Then how did Anthony see you?" This whole thing was just so confusing!
Lucy's grin widened a bit. "You see Jamie; you're looking at me, the actual me. But what you see is not what everyone else sees. They see a half crazed beggar woman with filthy skin and terrible teeth because that's how I was in this time. You however, never existed in this time, therefore no one can see you," she elucidated and I finally understood. It was hard to explain in words, but I got it. Lucy was here originally, so everyone saw her, just not the way I saw her.
"So… once I go back to the pie shop, you won't be there? So I can't ask you anything or talk to you about anything or, oh my god! I just remembered that you died! Sweeney kills you! And if you're you, then that means," my eyes widened, "you're going to die again!"
Lucy just smiled, she bloody smiled! I just reminded her that she was going to be killed yet again and she was smiling! Maybe she did belong in Bedlam…
Lucy just shook her head. "Jamie, it's not going to be like I'll feel anything. It's so quick; you don't even know you were killed." Okay, little creepy there. I glanced over to the "great" Judge Turpin's house, biting my lower lip. I couldn't be seen, but perhaps I could move things, freak out Turpin and the Beadle. Lucy noticed what I was gazing at and she chuckled light-heartedly. "Go on Jamie. Those men were bastards, ruined my life; ruined my husband's life. They deserve a bit of torment."
I grinned madly at the beggar. This was just too awesome! "Okay, but we have to meet up again because so far, I've got nothing. No suspects, no clues, nothing and this murder has to be solved," I told her with complete seriousness. Still, a little bit of fun never hurt anyone… well never hurt anyone who was causing the bit of fun.
Lucy nodded, "Of course," and she walked away, once more calling for alms in her shrill voice. With a devious grin, I turned and faced the house of Judge Turpin. Devilish thoughts were running through my head. There were so many things I could do to torment those bastards Turpin and Bamford. They deserved it, didn't they?
Anthony began walking away, singing of stealing Johanna and taking her away with him, of being sweetly buried her yellow hair. I followed him, knowing what was going to come. The main door of Turpin's house opened, revealing Turpin himself in the doorway.
"Come in lad, come in," he beckoned to Anthony, who stupidly obeyed.
"Anthony, Anthony, Anthony, you dumbass," I reprimanded Anthony as he made his way to Judge Turpin. Though of course, if Anthony was being a dumbass, so I was for I was doing exactly what he was doing, nevertheless I had a very good reason whereas Anthony was just being a bit of an idiot.
I let Turpin and Anthony walk ahead of me as I gazed at large estate. It was dark, a tad bit gloomy though that was expected. This was nineteenth century London. In the shadows lurked Beadle Bamford and I scowled. If only I could be heard, I would whisper into his ear so many threatening things and it would be hilarious to see him freak out because "no one" would be there. Still, there were plenty of other things I could do.
I stepped into the room where Anthony and Turpin stood. The two drank, talked about the "wonders of the world" though it was more of Turpin droning on and on about them, Anthony listening intently until the conversation became uncomfortable.
"You gander at my ward yes sir, you gander," Turpin accused Anthony and the younger of the two men looked at the older with widened eyes.
"I-I meant no harm," Anthony insisted quietly.
"You're meaning is immaterial," Turpin mocked and got uncomfortably close to Anthony. "Mark me," I took this as my chance to jump in. I sauntered over to the bookshelf that held such inappropriate things and pulled a few off the shelves, letting them drop to the floor with a clatter. I jumped back as Turpin whirled around.
He studied the books that fell to the floor and scrutinized the bookshelf. "What the…" he trailed off, blatantly unsure of what to say. He turned back to Anthony, about to continue when I did it once more, just pulling the books off of the shelves. I walked over to the desk and brought my arm across the surface, knocking off everything, ink splattering everywhere. I gave a triumph grin which grew even wider when I saw the Beadle step in on the scene, his mouth agape. Score one for the invisible girl!
Anthony just sat there, stiff as a log. He was hardly even blinking! I snapped my fingers in front of his face but received no reaction. So I went over to the puddle of ink and dipped my finger in the substance and knelt down in front of the sailor. I spelled out "Get out Anthony" and his eyes became even wider, if possible. He nodded, as if he could see me, though he couldn't, and left the place as fast as he could. With a less hastened pace, I followed, breathing in the (somewhat) clean air when I stepped outside, jubilation coursing through my veins.
I broke into a run, trying my best to avoid people for I now knew I could make contact with anything physically tangible. I arrived at 186 Fleet Street in a matter of moments and burst into the barber's shop to find Sweeney pacing, occasionally stopping to look out the window. At my sudden arrival, he turned on his heels to face me.
"Where have you been?" he asked in an ominous tone of voice and I smirked.
"Oh you'll be so proud of me when I tell you what I did," I said, beaming with a hint of an evil tone.