AN: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE SWEENEY TODD: DEMON BARBER OF FLEET STREET FRANCHISE!
Me: I know that originally, it takes Sweeney several years to gain enough capital to buy his shop above Mrs. Lovett's pie shop, but I'm just going to ignore that small fact...

Chapter Two: Bad Business,

A young brunette haired women, who's locks of hair were generally frazzled, stood behind the large front window of her famous Meat Pie shop. She stared as customer after customer walked past her formerly renound store. For some strange reason or another, business had gone terrible. Perhaps it was that she was recently widowed, or maybe that she simply lost the battle with the pie shop down the road that no customers dared enter her store to savor her delicacies. However, she must keep the store open, though it might as well be closed.
The young woman walked behind the counter and opened a small drawer, withdrawing her purse from within. She carefully counted what was left of her coins. Only fifty out of what must have been a hundred. She sighed, if she couldn't find money soon, she'd be thrown to the streets and forced into prostitution, just like every other worthless wench who couldn't pay her way. The bell above the door to the shop rung and she turned around hopefully, alas, it was only the wind that blew her door open.
"Damn it all!" She said as she rushed to close it before rats and other street vermin could find their way in from the sickly street. Fleet Street wasn't exactly known for it's cleanliness, or it's friendly people for that matter. Rather, it was named after the putrid ditch in which everyone on Fleet Street dumped their waste and garbage. As the woman closed the door, a sudden chill overtook her for but a moment, leaving her spine to tingle ever so eerily. Shaking a bit, she closed the door fully and leaned against it, breathing deeply. Something was to happen, what she did not know, but yes, strange happenings were going to occur. And by the looks of it, very, very, soon.

Mr. Todd, realizing what he had just done, quickly packed away his razors and stole off, running as fast and far as he could before the Bow Street Runners could hunt him down for his most murderous crime. His relationship with Adallei was over, and he knew he would need somewhere new to practice his trade. He continued to run, that is until, finally winded, he stopped upon a street corner to rest. Once he had regained his breath and composure, he looked up at the metal street sign.

'Fleet St.'

Desperately looking for a place to hide, he spotted a pie shop not far down the road that seemed altogether abandoned. Hurriedly, Mr. Todd rushed into the shop and closed the door gently behind him.

"Oh, not again!" The young woman cried as the door creaked open once more. She whirled around to close the door, but instead found herself staring at a breathless young man. A very, handsome, breathless young man at that.
"Sir, is there somethin' I can 'elp you with?" She asked kindly as she led him to a table in the corner of the shop.
"Can you tell me where I can possibly set up shop, I'm a barber." He told her in his cold, hard voice. She shivered slightly at the malice hidden within it.
"I got a room above me shop you can use," She said pointing upwards. "It's empty so it ought to be right useful for you."
"Thank you, how much do I owe you for use of your spare room?" He asked, already digging for his meager purse. Seeing he had little money to spare, not much different than herself at the moment, she laid a hand on the purse so as to stop him.
"You can pay me at the end 'o the week Mistah... I'm sorry, I didn't catch ya name." She said, inquiring him to introduce himself to her.
"Mr. Todd." He said firmly. "And yours my landlady?"
"Margery Lovett," She said warmly. "But me 'usband used to call me Nellie." She said, hopeful that he might choose the affectionate nick-name of her former husband.
"Right, I'll be upstairs, Mrs. Lovett." He said as coldly as everything else before taking his bag and setting on up the stairs, dashing her hopes. As he walked into his room, she sighed to herself.
"Well, this ought to be 'ntresting,"