A/N: This is an idea that I have been playing with in my mind for a while and finally decided to put into actual words. I hope you enjoy.

Me no own, you no sue.

Nevermore: Razor vs. Raven

It was a rather dreary day in London as Sweeney Todd sat in his shop. He sat in his barber chair, straight razor in hand. He sat staring at the razor in the dim candle light, thinking about his once rare and radian maiden, Lucy.

As he sat there, steeped in his own sorrows, he began to doze off, for it was well after midnight and he had a long day of slaughtering his customs. Just as he was about to sink into unconsciousness, though, he heard a knock at the shop door.

"Must be Mrs. Lovett." He grumbled to himself.

"Come in!" he shouted.

No answer came.

"I said, come in!" he said crossly.

Once again no answer came, the door did not open.

"Gawh! Is she that bloody stupid that she can't open the door?" he said as he got up to open the door. When he opened it though, to his astonishment there was no one there. No mortal soul stood before him. He stood at the door's threshold, peering into the darkness. He stood there for a few long moments wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming; dreaming dreams no person hath ever dreamt or ever dared to dream before. Alas! The silence held its strength and nothing appeared in the grim darkness.

He slammed the door behind his as he turned back into the shop. He sat down in his chair, yearning to go back to his melancholy brooding. Just as he was sitting down he heard a tapping at the large window.

"Must be the wind." He thought out loud; and decided to just ignore it. The tapping though, became louder and more and more persistent. He become annoyed by the noise and decided to explore the mystery of the strange tapping sound. He flung open the window, and in flew a stately raven which perched itself atop the broken mirror in the corner of the shop.

Sweeney stared quizzically at the ebony bird that had flown into his shop, astonished to see such a creature there before him. He blinked a few times to make sure that his eyes weren't playing tricks on him.

"'ow odd to 'ave a visitor like you at this hour." He said, laughing a bit on the inside for attempting to make conversation with a bird."

"Bird," he continued; his usually sullen, fancy turning into smiling. "Were 'ave you come from, to find yourself perched in my shop."

Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore'.

He was puzzled by the answer he received; not just because it came from a bird, but because of the irrelevancy of the answer. He sat staring at the ebony fowl for a long time when the raven turned its head to the side, as if to get a better look at something. This surprised Sweeney, for the bird had stayed as still as a statue for the whole time; not even ruffling one feather. Suddenly, the bird quitted its place on the shattered mirror and flew into the air. It then swooped down and picked up one of Sweeney's prized silver straight razors in its beak. Sweeney jumped up angrily.

"Put that down, you bloody bird!" he shouted trying to grab the bird; but the raven flew away from him squawking 'Nevermore'.

Sweeney grabbed another one of his razors, chasing the raven around the shop and swinging the razor at it, but it artfully dodged the blows.

"Give me back my razor, you devil fowl!" Sweeney shouted angrily.

Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore'.

The raven, making a graceful turn to escape the demon barber, flew out the window and into the night.

Sweeney stood at the window screaming bitterly. "Come back 'ere you wretched creature! I said come back!"

But, alas, all he got back was the far off answer of 'Nevermore'.

He stomped over to his barber chair and sat down roughly. He folded his arms across his chest angrily.

"Stupid bird."