Heyyy, sorry for not uploading at all for like, a week but I have exams. The good news is: no exams after Friday! Woooo. I also didn't update because I nearly murdered my cousins 11year old step-daughter Jamie which made me nearly fall out with loads of my family and it was all her fault for trying to show off to her friends then talk bullshit about what happened, don't worry, we got it sorted. It was her brother Ryan's 4th birthday on Monday and me and my mum made him a mickey mouse cake,not bragging but: it was amazing.

Ellie11211 how did you find that history exam coz revised for about 20mins and it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be (so I definatly failed lol).

Sshaw101 you really need to watch the movie, and I have to ask: do you have a youtube page? I read on your profile that you are a fan of Al Calderon and then I saw a comment on his cover of Boyfriend and the user name is almost the same as your fanfiction name (BTW I was the first to comment and like the video XD).

Disclaimer: cant be arsed doing this, I would rather perv on Ariana, mother fucker! What is wrong with my head?

Mrs. Valentine picks up a bottle of gin and lets some spill into the small glass in front of the boy in front of her, he then quickly grabbed the glass and drank the clear liquid. "You ought to slow down a bit, lad. It'll go straight to your head."

Hearing this, André simply shrugged and continued drinking until his glass was drained before replying, "they used to give it to us in the workhouse so's we could sleep. Not that you'd wanna sleep in that place, ma'am. Not with the things that happen in the dark."

The crazy haired woman, not really paying attention, "that's nice, dear. Think I'll just pop in on Mr. Todd for a tick. You all right there?" she shoves the cork back into the top of the alcohol bottle before starting to walk away.

"Leave the bottle." She rolls her eyes as she places the bottle back on the table and walking away, up the stairs.

Sweeney Todd is stood a few feet away from the box containing the fake Italians body with his back turned to the door, cleaning his knife when Mrs. Valentine barges through the door, "that lad is drinking me out of house and home. How long till Pirelli gets back?"

Sweeney slowly turns around showing his white sleeve covered in dark red blood, "he wont be back."

With wide eyes, the woman inhales sharply, "Mr. T, you didn't." she whispers loudly in shock. He simply nods his head in the direction of the wooden box, she follows his gaze before slowly lifting the lid, looking inside then shutting it again quickly, gasping at the sight. "You're barking mad. Killing a man what done you no harm."

Sweeney, admiring the razor in his hand, replies with no emotion in his voice, "he recognised me from the old days. Tried to blackmail me. Half me earnings."

The woman sighs in relief, "oh, well. That's a different matter, then. For a moment there, I thought you'd lost your marbles." She opens the box again and looks at the bloody body, "all that blood. Poor bugger. Oh, well." She reaches into the dead man's pocket and takes the red, lacy purse and stuffs it down her bra, "well, waste not, want not." She places the lid down once again and begins speaking like nothing has happened. "So, what are we gonna do about the boy, then?"

"Send him up." The man speaks, still staring at the blade.

"Oh, we don't need to worry about him. He's a simple thing."

"Send him up!" His voice sounding more aggressive.

"Now, Mr. T, surely one's enough for today." Her voice soft and soothing, trying to calm the man down, "Besides, I was thinking of hiring the lad to help me around the shop. Me poor knees aren't what they used to be."

"All right."

Mrs. Valentine smiled in relief of saving the young boy's life. "Of course, we're gonna have to stock up on the gin. Boy drinks like a sailor."

Sweeney looks out of the small window and his eyes widen in shock as he sees the beadle leading Judge Van Cleaf towards the shop, "the judge." He quickly turns around to the woman and orders her to leave, "get out." She hesitates for a moment but leaves when the man shouts "get out!" to her again. He turns around before seeing his sleeve is covered in blood, panicking, he quickly picks up his blue barber coat, putting it on, just in time as the judge walks through the door.

"Mr. Todd?" the deep voice behind him questioned. Sweeney turned around and bowed slightly, "at your service. An honor to receive your patronage, milord." He said in a humble tone.

"You know me, sir?" questioned the judge who sounded a little confused.

"Who in this wide world does not know the great Judge Van Cleaf?" Sweeney spoke trying to flatter the man he hated most. Van Cleaf nodded in satisfaction and looked around the large, bare room.

"These premised are hardly prepossessing, and yet the beadle tells me... you're the most accomplished of all the barbers in the city."

"That is gracious of him, sir." Mr. Todd begins walking towards the grey haired man to remove his coat. "What can I do you for today, sir? A stylish trimming of the hair? Soothing skin massage? Sit, sir, sit." He tells the man whilst motioning to the wooden chair in the middle of the room. Van Cleaf began singing in the tune that the beadle had sang to him earlier (the judge will be in italics, Sweeney will be underlined, if it is italics and underlined then it is both men).

"You see, sir,

a man infatuate with love,

her ardent and eager slave.

So fetch the pomade,

and pumice stone,

and lend me a more seductive tone.

A sprinkling, perhaps,

of French cologne,

but first, sir, I think,

a shave"

"The closest I ever gave."

The judge sits in the chair whilst removing his scarf. Sweeney whistles the tune of the song and throws the sheet around Van Cleaf, "you're in a merry mood today, Mr. Todd." the song is continued by Sweeney who is readying the older man for a shave.

"'Tis your delight, sir,

catching fire from one man,

to the next."

"'Tis true, sir,

love can still inspire,

the blood to pound,

the heart leap higher."

"What more can man require?"

"Than love, sir?"

"More than love, sir."

"What, sir?"

"Women."

"Ah, yes, women."

"Pretty women."

During this, Sweeney is mixing the shaving cream and is beginning to rub it on the judge's face. Once the Sweeney finished putting the cream on his face, Mr. Todd picked up one of his razors and began a familiar song.

"Now, then, my friend,

now to your purpose.

Patience, enjoy it,

revenge cant be taken in haste."

"Make haste.

And if we wed,

you'll be commended, sir."

"My lord.

And who, may it be said,

is your intended, sir?"

"Why ward.

And pretty as a rosebud."

"Pretty as her mother?"

"What?

What was that?"

"Nothing, sir, nothing."

May we proceed?"

The judge tilts his head back and Sweeney begins to shave.

"Pretty women.

Fascinating,

sipping coffee,

dancing,

pretty women are a wonder.

Pretty women,

sitting in the window,

or standing on the stair.

Something in them,

cheers the air."

Mr. Todd walks round Van Cleaf and continues to shave the judges face.

"Pretty women."

"Silhouetted."

"Stay within you."

"Glancing."

"Stay forever."

"Breathing lightly."

"Pretty women."

"Pretty women."

"Blowing out their candles."

"Blowing out their candles."

"Or coming out their hair."

"Then they leave."

"Even when they leave,

you and vanish,

they somehow can still remain."

"They still are there with you,

they're there."

"There with you,

there with you."

"Pretty women."

"At their mirrors."
"In their gardens."

"Letter-writing,

weather-watching."

"Flower-picking."

"How they make a man sing."

Sweeney slowly moves the knife towards the old man's neck, getting ready to slit it.

"Proof of heaven,

as you're living.

Pretty women, sir!

Pretty women, yes!

Pretty women.

All of them,

pretty women."

Sweeney has the knife millimetres from the judges throat about to make the life ending cut when...

Sorry for leaving it at a cliffhanger but I have been writing this for a few hours and it is 19mins past midnight and I have a maths test at 8:30 in the morning then I have to go to my grandmas to wash her car so I can have money in France when I go in like, 11days and I get to see my sister who I haven't seen since march. Will update soon before I go :) (still loving the smiley's)

okay byeee

~Ariana Fan XD

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