Hello! I'm back! This is the second chapter of Edward Cullen: The Demon Barber Of Fleet Street. Finally guys, you will see Bella's portrayal of Mrs. Lovett in this scene. I altered some parts to make it fun. Some of the lines are the same. I know it's super short. I don't know why but here's Chapter Two of the story.
Chapter Two: The Worst Pies In London
"A customer!" The woman gasped as Edward was about to walk out of the shop. She ran and exclaimed "What's the rush, dearie? You gave me such a fright. I thought you were a ghost." The woman grabbed his shoulders "Half a minute. Can you sit? Sit down now. Sit!" She commanded as she forced him down the chair.
"To start off, my name is Isabella Swan did you come for a pie?" Isabella asked Edward.
"Actually" He started, "Ah, whatever, it's the only thing I have here in this shop. Bloody, bloody pies. You see I have not had a customer for weeks." She said. "Do forgive me my head is a…little vague." She apologized then she saw a bug crawling on her counter and shrieked
"Crap! What is that?" She killed the bug with the rolling pin.
"Heaven knows I try my boy." She started kneading the dough on the chopping board. She mixed some meat together, placed it on top of the kneaded dough, and shaped it a bit. "So mister, what's your name?" Isabella asked.
Edward raised an eyebrow and replied, "The name is Edward. Edward Cullen." Isabella batted her eyes slightly and said,
"What a beautiful name! By the way you can call me Bella, Isabella for short but you already know that." She laughed.
"Would you like a drop of ale?" She offered. Edward nodded. She poured a glass of ale, gave the mug to him, and walked back to the counter.
She placed the last part of the recipe and said as she walked to his table, "Mind you sir, I can hardly blame them. These are probably the WORST pies in London. I know why nobody cares to take them. I should know, I make the pies, but good? No, of course not, the worst pies in London. Even that's polite; these are really the worst pies in London." Bella sighed. "If you doubt it, take a bite."
Edward obeyed and bit a piece. He looked green. He put his hand over his mouth as if he were going to throw up on the street. "Is that just disgusting? You have to concede it. It's nothing but crusting. Here, drink some ale. You really need it." Edward spat some bread out and muttered, "Disgusting!" Bella agreed, "I know…"
She walked back to the counter and complained to Edward, "No wonder with the price of meat. What it is, when you get it, never thought I live to see the day. Many think it was a treat finding all those poor animals dying on the street." She sighed.
"And you know my neighbor, Mrs. Esme Baudelaire has a pie shop as well. She does a good business."
She smiled then she frowned a bit and said "But lately, her neighbor's cats have disappeared. I have to hand it to her. What I call enterprise." She said as she was pounding some dough on the chopping board. "And there goes Mrs. Baudelaire popping pussies in her food." She scoffed.
Edward had no reaction at all. He just sat there and waited for her to stop complaining. Suddenly a bug crawled out of his pie. A BUG! Edward thought loudly.
Bella still continued, "Wouldn't do in my shop. It's just a thought. It is enough to make you sick. And I'm telling you that pussy cat is quick." She breathed, probably exhausted from all that talking. "No denying times. It is hard Mr. Edward, even harder than the worst pies in London.
"Only lard and nothing more, is that just revolting? Greasy or Gritty?" Bella walked across the counter to look at Edward's spoiled pie. "It looks like it's molting. But really, it tastes like…" Bella paused "well pity."
Bella sighed and said "A woman alone" she gave a coquettish look at Edward "with limited wind. And the worst pies in London, sir." She went back to the counter and gave an exhausted look at Edward, "Sir, time is hard. Time is hard." She grunted and got the rolling pin to kill the bug crawling on the desk.
Bella gave a strange look at Edward and said, "Spit that out go ahead, on the floor." Edward did spit the residue of pie on the floor, "that's my dear." She smiled.
Suddenly Bella said "Edward please come in to the parlor. You look very exhausted. Come inside sir." Edward nodded and came in the door. As he went in, the room looked gloomy. He indeed looked gloomy too. "Make yourself at home." Bella offered. Edward sat down on the couch and looked at the stairs that lead to the strange room that he saw outside from the pie shop.
"Is that a room up there? Over the shop? Times are so hard why don't you rent that room out anyway?" He asked Bella. Bella was about to fix the curtains when he heard his question, and said "Oh, up there? Do not go up there. People think it's haunted."
"Haunted?" Edward repeated.
"Yeah. And who is to say they are wrong? You see years ago something happened up there, something not very nice."
She explained. The flickering flame from the fire begins to cast a more intense red glow on the face.
So? How was it? I really love Bella's character here. Anyway, you know what to do. Click that button below to review now. All right then. Look out for the next chapter. See you!
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