Heeeeiiii,
Well, that was a long time ago since I uploaded it. I'm sorry, I was veryyy busy with school.
This chap is about Sweeney. Please don't be mad at me when you read it ;) I almost finished the next chap too, please, leave a review! When you've got any ideas what to do, please, tell me :)
I do not own Sweeney Todd (I wish I did - lol)
I do own some characters, when you want to borrow a name or a character, please, ask me first.
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The barber wakes up, feeling the hard ground under him. He quickly opens his eyes. He looks around, he's laying on small wooden bed. He blinks. He feels a sharp object in his back. He turns around, and sees that he was laying on a sack which is filled with straw. "Ugh..", he mumbles. And he wants to reach for one of his silver razors. But he can't find them.
Panic is quickly filling the eyes of the barber. What if the captain had stole his razors?! His lovely razors, his friends..
Then his eyes fall on a shining object on the ground, it reflects the sun, which is shining through the small window above his head. He stands up, and picks up the razor. Then he strikes with his other hand through his hair and sighs. "Bathroom, bathroom, hmmm." Half sleeping and half awake does he walk, with his razor in his left hand, to a small door in the right corner of the room. A small sign from wood, painted with paint, hangs on the door. "Bathroom." He rubs in his eyes. And opens the door. Behind the door is a really small room, with a toilet, a mirror and a sink. He opens the tap, and throws a flash of water in his face. "hpfffff.." Then he looks in the mirror, and sees a man. He has black hair, with one white stripe in it. His eyes have a harsh expression, and he's getting small wrinkles in the corner of his mouth.
But the barber also sees that behind the mask of revenge and hate, a tired face is, tired from the revenge, that will never stop.
He strikes with his hand over his cheek. He's getting stubbles again, he should give himself a shave. He takes the razor and makes it a bit wet, then he takes a little bottle out of his jacket and he also takes a brush. He opens the bottle and puts the brush in it, and strikes with it over his cheeks. He hums quietly while shaving his cheeks.
"Pretty women
Fascinating...
Sipping coffee,
Dancing... pretty women
Pretty women
Are a wonder.
Pretty women"
A picture of Mrs. Lovett is forming in front of him. His heart makes a little jump.
"Pretty women
Silhouetted…
Stay within you,
Glancing... stay forever,
Breathing lightly…
Pretty women,
Pretty women!"
He smiles, and puts the razor down. Then he throws again a splash of water in his face, and makes it dry with a little towel, which is hanging next to the sink.
Then he saunters to the bed again, and gets his small bag with his properties. Then he walks out of the room, down the stairs and goes outside.
It is a bright day in Southampton. But a little further, big cumulus clouds are slowly moving to the centre of Southampton, ready to let their big drops of rain fall on the roof tops. Mr. Todd walks with big passes over the street, with his head bowed, looking to the unequal stones of the streets. The ship has sailed to Southampton, he was very happy that he was still in England. Then he suddenly feels something soft under his feet. He looks down, and sees that he's standing on a long skirt of the dress of a women.
She smiles at him, "Hello mister, can you please get your feet of my dress?"
He let his eyes go up, to the face of the women. He holds his breath, no, this can't be true.. The women looks exactly like.., Lucy… The same dark brown eyes, which can look through you and see everything, the same beautiful shining blond hair. He blinks. is this real?
The women frowns, "Is there something wrong? Mister …"
"Todd, Sweeney Todd", the barber says. O god, he thinks, she even frowns the same like Lucy did…
"Well, Mister Todd, can you get your feet of my dress now?"
"Yea, yes, sure madame. Can I ask what your name is?"
"It's Victoria, Victoria Murray."
Sweeney frowns, well, he thinks, she isn't Lucy… But Lucy is dead, dead, gone.. I'll never see her again.., so why not?
He smiles, "What a beautiful name, miss Murray. Shall I help you with carrying?"
The women blushes, "Yes please." And she gives one of her three bags to Sweeney.
Together they walk over the street, to the house of Victoria.
When they stand in front of the door, Victoria turns around, to look at Sweeney. "Thank you very much, I hope to see you again, later." Sweeney nodds, and grabs her hand. "It was my pleasure to help you, madame." And he kisses the pale hand of the women softly. The women giggles. And opens the big wooden door, carries the bags inside, and smiles again at Sweeney. "Goodbye."
And she wants to close the door. "No, wait please! I… I want to ask.. If you maybe, want to go to a restaurant with me.. Tonight?" Sweeney stutters.
The women nods, it's a small nod, you barely see it, but it was a nod, it was a "yes".
"Till then, I'll wait for you, in front of your house."
"Okey, bye.." And she softly closes the door.
Sweeney turns slowly around, little butterfly's are flying in his stomach. For the first time, in many years he did feel something inside him, love. He had cared about Mrs. Lovett, but this feeling was… different.
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And what do you guys think about it? :D
Sweeney x Nellie fans, please don't be mad at me, don't kill me for this O.O
Please leave a review :)
Oh, and maybe you should try to read the fanfic of: TheLestrangeGirls.
It's an account of me and a very weird friend, lol. We together thought about the idea to send some weird Helena Bonham Carter characters to Julia Hoffman. Please read it, you will have lots of fun :)
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