Okay first of all I just wanted to thank sshaw101 for reviewing on all of my stories it really means a lot to me and I love your stories, they are awesome especially the victoriousX13! By the way how have you never seen this film before? Anyways thank you to everyone else for reviewing XD.

Now for something serious... the disclaimer, Dun Dun Dunnn! Now is around the time when I would make some stupid comment about not being Dan Schneider or wanting to get gay with Ariana but I really can not be arsed so I might as well just start the next chapter.

The long walk through the dark streets of London finally ended when Mr. Todd stopped on one side of the road on Fleet Street, opposite a very dusty pie shop. He entered the store to see a middle aged woman with bright red hair cutting meat. He hesitantly stepped into the store as the woman looked up with a fright. "A customer" she whispered running towards the man to seat him, her song comes out fast with an angelic voice.

"Wait, what's your rush?

What's your hurry?

You gave me such a fright,

I thought you was a ghost.

Half a minute cant you sit,

sit you down, sit!

All I meant is,

that I haven't seen a customer for weeks.

Did you come here for a pie, sir?

Do forgive me if me heads a little vague."

She notices a cockroach running across the floor and crushes it with her foot.

"What is that?

But you'd think we have the plague,

from the way that people,

keep avoiding."

Another cockroach is seen running over the counter as she squishes the bug in time with the song.

"No you don't!

Heaven knows I try, sir.

But there's no one comes in,

even to inhale."

she walks quickly back to Mr. Todd handing him a pie on a plate.

"Right you are, sir,

would you like a drop of ale?

Mind you, 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 'em.

But good? No.

The worst pies in London.

Even that's polite.

The worst pies in London.

If you doubt it, take a bite."

He hesitantly bites the pie that was just laid in front of him and immediately spits it out and watches the woman pull out a tumbler and fill it with ale.

"Is that just disgusting?

You have to concede it.

Its nothing but crusting.

Here drink this,

you'll need it.

The worst pies in London."

Her tune speeds up a little as her mood changes.

"And no wonder,

with the price of meat.

What it is,

when you get it.

Never thought I'd live to see the day.

Men'd think it was a treat,

finding poor animals,

what are dyin' the street."

Once again her voice is the soft tune she had earlier.

"Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop.

Does a business,

but I noticed something weird,

lately all her neighbour's cats have disappeared.

Have to hand it to her,

what I calls, enterprise,

poppin' pussies into pies.

Wouldn't do in my shop.

Just the thought of it's enough to make you sick.

And I'm tellin' you them pussy cats is quick."

Mr. Todd looks at his food and is disgusted to see a cockroach crawl out of his pie.

"No denying times is hard, sir.

Even harder than the worst pies in London.

Only lard and nothing more.

Is that just revolting?

All greasy and gritty.

It looks like its molting,

and tastes like..."

Mr. Todd attempts to take a drink but spits it back in the cup and places it back down on the table.

"Well, pity a woman alone.

With limited wind,

and the worst pies in London.

Ah, sir, times is hard,

times is hard!"

On the last note she picked up her rolling pin and squished a cockroach that was on the counter.

No longer singing, she let words poor out of her mouth. "trust me, dearie, it's gonna take a lot more than ale to wash that taste out. Come with me. We'll get you a nice tumbler of gin, eh?"

Walking towards the back room, Mr. Todd stopped and looked towards a dark staircase, deep in thought he slowly carried on walking. He was pulled away from his thoughts as the woman spoke once again. "Isn't this homey, now? The cheery wallpaper was a real bargain too. It was only partly singed when the chapel burned don't. There you go." she said handing him a glass of gin. "You sit down, warm your bones."

Walking towards his seat, she heard his voice for the first time. "You got a room over the shop here. Times is so hard, why don't you rent it out?"

"What, up there? No, no one will go near it. People think its haunted."

"haunted?" he asks curiously.

"Yeah. And who's to say they're wrong? You see, years ago, something happened up there. Something not very nice."

She picked up a tune originally heard by Mr. Todd and started singing again.

"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."

She stopped singing for a moment, "Oliver, his name was. Beckett Oliver."

"What was his crime?"

"Foolishness."

Once again she started singing but in a faster tune.

"He had this wife, you see.

Pretty little thing, silly little nit.

Had her chance for the moon on a string.

Poor thing.

There was this judge, you see.

Wanted her like mad,

everyday he sent her a flower.

But did she come down from her tower?

Sat up there and sobbed by the hour.

Poor fool.

Ah, but there was worse yet to come.

Poor thing.

Well, beadle calls on her, all polite.

Poor thing, poor thing.

The judge, he tells her is all contrite,

he blames himself for her dreadful plight,

she must come straight to his house tonight.

Poor thing, poor thing.

Of course when she goes there.

Poor thing, poor thing.

They're having this ball all in masks.

There's no one she knows there.

Poor dear, poor thing.

She wanders, tormented, and drinks.

Poor thing.

The judge has repented, she thinks.

Poor thing.

'Oh where is judge Van Cleaf?' she asks.

He was there, all right only not so contrite.

She wasn't no match for such craft, you see,

and everyone thought it so droll.

They figured she had to be daft, you see,

so all of them stood there and laughed, you see.

Poor soul.

Poor thing."

Her song was interrupted by Mr. Todd who, during the song, had become increasingly infuriated. "NO!" he jumped up and screamed, almost spilling his drink. "Would no one have mercy on her?" He asked, trying to make it seam like the woman in front of him isn't talking about his wife. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes, "so it is you... Beckett Oliver."

"Where is Jadelyn? Where is my wife?" His voice almost whispered.

"She poisoned herself. Arsenic, from the apothecary around the corner. I tried to stop her, but she wouldn't listen to me. And he's got your daughter."

"He? Judge Van Cleaf."

"Adopted her. Like his own."

"Fifteen years... sweating in a living hell on a false charge." he said throwing his coat down on a chair. "Fifteen years dreaming I might come home to a wife and child."

"I cant say the years have been particularly kind to you Mr. Barker."

"No. Not Barker. That man is dead. Its Todd now. Sweeney Todd and he will have his revenge."

So all the people who reviewed were correct by saying who Sweeney is but It wasn't really that difficult if you think about it lol.

I will try and post to this story whenever I can but I am really busy 'revising' for my GCSE's so I don't know how often I can update. Plus the fact that when I writer this story I have to watch the film so I can get the script right and its really annoying watching the same film over and over again no matter how much I love it.

I also want to thank the people who reviewed 'secrets' and I will continue but I have writers block and will continue with that story when I have finished with this one.

I am a little disturbed right now because my boyfriend of 2days just texted me saying he lost his virginity to a 16year old when he was 12. We are 15 now...

~~Ariana Fan XD (Sarah/ Gertrude. BTW my real name is Sarah but I don't like it so I sometimes use Gertrude, just letting you understand :D)

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