Hey, how is everyone? Oh my gosh, it has been awhile has it? Sorry for the delay, it's my Christmas break. I went to Taiwan with my family and relatives. I really wanted to do the story but I did not have the laptop with me. Heheh… anyway, this is the official third chapter of Edward Cullen: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street. After reading the chapter, you know what to do, and I really like to thank heal my bleeding heart for reviewing my story. *smiles*. Here it is. P.S. I made EC's former name somehow similar to the movie so please forgive me if you don't like it.

Chapter Three: Poor Thing

Bella sat down on the chair and started, "There was a barber and his wife, and he was beautiful. A proper artist with a knife, but they transported him for life, and he was beautiful," Bella said dreamily. "Masen his name was. Benjamin Masen." She sighed.

"Transported? What was his crime?" Edward asked in his usual monotone voice. "Foolishness." Bella answered. "He had this wife you see. Pretty little thing, silly little nit and she chance for a moon on a string." But Bella breathed deeply "Poor thing," She repeated again "Poor thing." She continued, "There were these two you see. One of the two was a judge, T'other one his beadle, everyday they nudge and the two wheedle, but the girl wouldn't budge from her needle." Bella sighed.

"Too bad, Poor thing. So you know they shipped of the blighter off south they did, leaving the wife with a year old kid." She scolded a bit and said "Oh god, did she even use her head? Oh no, God forbid." She placed a hand on her head "Poor fool. But there was worse yet to come, poor thing." She suddenly said. Edward furrowed his eyebrows and started to look anxious. "Johanna was the baby's name. Pretty little Johanna." The pie maker exclaimed.

Edward looked down for a moment, raised his head, and said in his stern voice "Go on, please Miss Bella." Bella looked at him coquettishly and said, "My, but you do like a good story don't you?" she chuckled and continued, "Well, beadle calls on her all polite, poor thing that girls is. The judge, he tells her, it's all contrite. He blames himself for a dreadful plight he must come straight to his house to night poor thing poor thing."

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The young wife of Rosalie runs with Beadle to the judge's house. They run with stony bricks cemented on the floor and goes straight to the mansion.

As Bella says the story, "Of course when she goes there poor thing poor thing, they are having this ball all in masks."

Rosalie enters the house and sees all these people dancing, laughing and drinking. She goes a bit dizzy.

"There was no one she knows there poor thing. She wonders, tormented, and she drinks. 'The judge has repented' she thinks poor thing. 'Oh where is Judge Aro?", she asks."

"Oh god I feel lightheaded." She slurs as she drinks her Champaign. "I need to find Judge Aro. Where is he? Where is he?" She screamed at some of the guests. She suddenly collapses on a luxurious couch.

Bella continued and sipped some tea, as Edward looked devastated, "The judge was there alright, only not so contrite. She wasn't no matched for such craft you see and everyone thought it was so droll. They figured she had to daft you see."

Suddenly behind a pillar, Judge Aro smirks evilly and approaches Rosalie. She opens her eyes widely and scared as he was about to approach her.

"So all of them stood there and laughed!" Bella said hauntingly.

"Don't hurt me!" Rosalie said. "Oh, I won't…" Judge Aro says hauntingly. He covers her with a large cape and starts tormenting her. Raping her to be precise. Everyone laughed menacingly, and watching the poor girl suffer. She screamed so loud it could be heard all over London. She wanted to die. That poor, poor thing.

"Poor soul, That poor thing." She whimpered quietly.

"NOOOOOOO!" He screamed at the same time sobbed. "Would no one… have mercy on her?" Bella dropped her cup of tea on the floor and broke. She stood up, shockingly said, "So—so it is you! Benjamin Masen!"

"No, not Masen. It's Cullen now. Edward Cullen." He shouted.

"So changed." She said. Then she asks suddenly and quickly, "Oh, good god! What the hell did they do to you in bloody Australia or wherever?"

"Where's my wife, Rosalie?"

Bella turned her head away from Edward, sighed and said, "She-she…" Bella stuttered. "Well?" Edward demanded. "She poisoned herself." She finally said. "Arsenic from the apothecary on the corner. I tried to stop her. But… she wouldn't listen." She frowned. "And he's got your daughter."

Edward looked at Bella wide-eyed held her shoulders and said shockingly, "He? Judge Aro?"

Bella furrowed her eyebrows and got startled from Edward holding her shoulders and said "Adopted her like his own."

Edward absorbs this sickening news and disgustingly says, "Fifteen years of sweating in a living hell on a false charge." Edward covers his eyes with his arm, sobs, and says "Fifteen years dreaming that I might come home to find a loving wife and child…"

"Well, I can't say the years have been particularly kind to you Mr. Benjamin Masen. But you still—" Bella explained but Edward said "No, not Masen. That man is dead. It's Cullen now. Edward Cullen… and he will have his revenge."

"Judge Aro and Beadle Caius will pay for what they did." He said. "Oh you poor thing." She frowned.

With that, what will the newly discovered Masen-now Cullen do? Will he be able to get revenge on the Judge and Beadle? Find out on the next chapter.

Hey how was it? I know I have the same lines. I downloaded the movie script from the internet but I also kicked in some lines from the original play. But still I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!! Kudos to Stephen Sondheim, Tim Burton, and Stephenie Meyer. I know it sounds weird to hear the name "Beadle Caius" but that's just what I write. Review please. That button wants to be clicked on.