A/N: Here it is chapter two! This one is a little short and I apologize for it. Me and Haruka will try and make the next one longer. If you aren't reading my other story Shades of Black, Gray, and Red, I ask that when I finally update it, you do. For those of you who are reading it I would like to say how sorry I am that I haven't updated it in forever. Writing for that story is going really slow. I really hope that you do continue to bear with me and read and review when I update it. I honestly am trying. Writers block has gotten the best of me. I really don't want to put it on hiatus so I am going to continue to write at the slow pace I am. I truly am sorry, and would like to thank all who decided to read this entire authors note. I know it was long. –Saph

A/N: Yo, it's Haruka-Chan here :D so, this is the second chapter :) Saph is being such a good author and I love her like she is my real sister. Sadly she isn't. :( But we hope ya like it! Love and kisses, Haruka 3

Disclaimer:

Saph: "SWEENEY!"

Sweeney: "What!"

Haruka: "Say it."

Sweeney: "You two say it."

Haruka: "We can't."

Saph: "It hurts too much to say."

Sweeney: "Fine, I'll say it. You two don't own me."

Saph: (breaks down in sobs)

Haruka: "It will be okay Saph, we can get through this."

Sweeney: "Both of you are completely mental."

Haruka: (frowns, and starts muttering under breath)

Rosabelle POV

The nonstop plane trip from Pennsylvania to London was approximately eight hours at most. This was going to be a long day. Naomi is sitting in the seat next to me and our parents are in the chairs in front of us. Peeking through their seats I smile seeing my parents fingers intertwined. I always admired the way they love each other. I used to dream I might one day find love like that. I have long given up my hope. Naomi will have no trouble finding it though, she has always been better with guys. She is the pretty one after all, her brunet hair and blue eyes worked wonders with boys.

Once I thought if I straightened my hair like she did then maybe I would be liked better. All I got out of that was a bad burn on my hand. Not only did I try that but I tried wearing colored contacts so my eyes wouldn't be so creepy. I made them blue like Naomi's are. I got an eye infection. Apparently you aren't supposed to buy them without parental and doctor permission. After that I stopped trying to be my sister and settled for being me. I accepted the fact that my sister's friends would never like me. And neither would anyone else. I tried being friends with other people, that didn't work either. I don't fit in anywhere. That's one of the reasons I'm so excited to get away and go to London. No one there would know me yet. There would be no pre-determined notion of me being a freak and a loser. In London I could maybe make friends.

Then there were the stories. About the shop my aunt and uncle own, 186 Fleet Street. The stories of Sweeney Todd, the Demon Barber. This year I would finally get them to let me up into his tonsorial parlor. Imagine, standing in the room were so many were murdered out of hatred for humankind; the same room where he would pace night and day, planning revenge for his lost life. I couldn't wait. I had always been fascinated with things like that, Naomi hated it. She hated horror, murder, and especially blood.

"Hey, Naomi, aren't you excited to finally go inside Sweeney's Barber shop? I mean how cool is it going to be to be in the room where he slashed the throats of so many unsuspecting men. I bet there will still be blood stains!" She froze and turned pale.

"Eek! Majo Rika! Majo Rika! Majo Rika!" She says that every time she gets scared. Her and her annoying Japanese phases are beyond annoying. But it sure is funny watching her get scared! We really are nothing alike at all.

Naomi POV

"I really wish you would stop talking about it! You know I don't like things like that!" She can have fun going into that creepy shop by herself. Why she would ever want to be in a place like that, I will never know. "Seriously, stop wigging me out like that!"

"I mean imagine the mess it made; all that red, sticky, warm, blood getting everywhere!"

"Eeeek! Majo-Rika! Majo-Rika! Majo-Rika!"

"Rosabelle, stop scaring your sister." Dad tuned around in his seat to look at both of us.

"Yes, dad." That'll show her. After that she decided to turn on her iPod and look out the window.

We aren't that long into the ride only about an hour. So instead of just sitting there, I take out my iPad. I search my videos and decide to watch some anime episodes I have. I watch two episodes before I get bored and take a nap.

I feel like I'm floating. Everything around is black. I can't see anything. A dark laughter surrounds me. I can't tell who or where it's coming from. It just gets louder and louder before pair of huge red eyes appears. They are cold and filled with hatred and pain. Whoever that terrible laugh belongs too, so do the eyes. I try to scream but I find that no sound is coming from it. The Laugh seems to mock my fear. I try to scream again, like the last time there is no sound. This time there is a sharp pain at my neck. I go to touch it and find its slick. I look at my hand and it's red because it's covered with blood. My hands go to my neck again putting pressure to the wound. The flow doesn't slow down but it increases and coats my hands entirely. The laughing grows unbearably loud as I try to scream one more time.

I jolt up in my seat, panting, and Rosabelle gives me an odd look. My heart is pounding and my hands are clammy.

"Naomi, are you OK?" I nodded.

"Just a bad dream." I didn't bother going into detail. If I did she would probably just end up teasing me for it. She would be on cloud nine to know that her stupid Sweeney Todd talk got me scared enough to have a nightmare.

"OK, well are you hungry? I think the stewardesses are taking lunch orders."

"I'm ok, maybe later." After that dream, there was no way I could eat.

"I'm gonna pass on it, too. Airplane food sucks."

I spent the rest of the plane trip doing anything but falling back asleep.

A/N: Thanks so much for reading! Please review. It really does make a difference. Also, reviewing gets you a meat pie filled with your choice. If you don't want a meat pie then I will send you a cookie of your choice instead. –Saph

A/N: YAHOOOOOOOOO! I love this! This is turning out to be such a great story. The nightmare even kinda creeped me out, but it's all good :) love and hugs, Haruka 3 p.s. check out my page HarukaKibouKazeSatoba :D there will probably be a new story up soon or an update to one of my stories :D CAN'T WAIT! XD