Note: I do not own Sweeney Todd. I do, however, own Benjamin Blake and Eleanor Lime. this is my first story, so please review. Constructive criticism as well as praise is much appreciated. And now, my dear readers, we shall continue...
Six joyous months had passed. Benjami had settled nicely into his teaching job, despite the man he was forced to work for. He was a well-respected English teacher, one that all the girls seemed to have a crush on. But unlike Victor, Ben was no perert. He only had eyes for his beautiful Lauralie.
How unaware he was that Eleanor had eyes for him. How unaware he was that every time he and Lauralie kissed, every 'I love you' they murmured, shattered her fragile heart. She loved him like no other, and she knew something that nobody else knew, something that killed her inside...
It was a sunny June morning, Tuesday to be exact. Lauralie sat in her rocking chair, an eight-month-old Belladonnna babbling away on her knee as they rocked slowly back and forth.
"I'm of to work, darling!" Benjamin called to his wife as he slung on his black jacket, smooting down his suit and walking over to her. He planted a soft kiss upon his cheek, causing a blush to creep across the porcelain face of his angel. Then, he departed. If only he knew what was in store for him on this seemingly normal day...
He did not, but somebody else did.
"THERE'S BEEN A MURDER!"
The school was buing with a mixture of worry and excitement when he arrived. He had absolutely no idea what was going on, for when he arrivd it took him almost an hour to get through. The place was swarming with police cars.
"What's going on?" he asked, approaching a razled female student with frizzy dark brown hair by the name of Georgina DiLone.
"It's Angel, it's Angel, she's dead!"
Georgina and Angel were practically inseperable. Georgina was one of his best students, but ngel was quite the opposite. She was a very provocative fifteen year old girl, defying the rules by making slutty alterations to her school uniform.
"Are you Benjamin Blake?" a gruff voice called from behind him. He turned, only to come face-to-face with a rather stout, plump police officer. He looked incredibly intimidating, looming over Benjamin in a very imposig manner.
"Yes, Sir."
"Benjamin Blake, you're under arrest for the murder of Angelica Anderson. You don't have to say anything, but anything you do say can and may be used against you in a court of law. Do you understand?"
Before he had a chance to properly comprehend what was going on, he was siezed. He tried to protest, tried to fight, but it was no use. The trap was set, and he had unknowingly walked right into it.