AN: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE SWEENEY TODD: DEMON BARBER OF FLEET STREET FRANCHISE!
Me: Well, this is my first Sweeney Todd fan-fiction, so of course it's going to a be a sweenett, only my story will be based more off the actual story and historical happenings of the actual events of murder that the real Sweeney Todd inflicted upon the inhabitants of 18th century London.
Athena: Note, this will mean that there was never a Lucy, Anthony, Benjamin Barker, or Johanna.
Annabeth: Please, do enjoy and indulge yourself in the world of Sweeney Todd, demon barber of our hearts.
Arya: Do review as well!

Chapter One: First Blood,

"There, you're free to go about your way, Mr. Todd." A burly police officer said as he uncuffed a tall, handsome, yet strangely ghost-like young man. The man had curly red hair that hung to his shoulders and was incredibly thin from his many years in Newgate Prison. The man was fourteen when he was saved from the gallows in favor of living in starvation and filth that was Newgate. He was orphan then, and is so now at nineteen. The last he had seen his alcoholic parents, they had left him home alone in their 'home' in search of drink. No one knows what happened to them, whether they froze to death in the freezing winter storm, or abandoned their only child to starve himself to death in their London home. But now the past was the past and that child was an adult.

"Thank you, officer." Mr. Todd managed to grunt as he picked up what few belongings he had had while locked within the prison walls. He set off with his tools into the crowded streets hoping to find a small free area of space to set up his work. While in prison, Mr. Todd had made use of the prison barber Plummer, in learning the barber's trade. He found an empty space in the middle of a town square. He opened his small bag of belongings and withdrew from it a small wooden case. Opening it gently, Mr. Todd removed the six glistening razors from within the velvet lining. His fingers tingled with the familiar violent urges he seemed to always feel when he had the power of damaging objects in his grip.
He forced himself to remove the feeling however as a tap came hence on his shoulder. Mr. Todd turned slowly to face a pretty young prostitute, no doubtedly one of many in the underclass society that London held. She gave him a smile he was sure she had given to many other men in her life before.

"Hello Mister," She said twirling her long blonde locks of golden hair. He grunted a hello in response to her. She continued anyway.

"My name's Lorelei Eve, I couldn't help but notice just how... handsome you are Mister..."

"Todd, Sweeney Todd." He told her, no hint of any emotion in his thick voice.

"Well Mr. Todd, I'd be happy to make your acquaintance in far... better ways." He sneered at the vulgar woman before him. At the moment he despised her more than the sickening Londoners that walked the streets around him. He clutched the razor he held in his hand in a deathly grip.

"Lorelei! Stop bothering the poor man!" Another girl with the same bouncy blonde curls as Lorelei said as she rushed onto the scene and latched upon her arm.

"I'm quite sorry sir, my sister doesn't mean any harm." She said as she pulled Lorelei away. "As for you Lorelei, home before Mother finds what business you've been having in these godforsaken streets!"
With a slight mumble of annoyance, Lorelei stalked off and into a house not far down the street from where they stood.

"Once again, I'm terribly sorry. My name's Adallei," She said holding out her hand to Mr. Todd. He took it smiling at her. This sister seemed much different than the other. More civilized, more calm, more... radiant in beauty.

"My name's Sweeney, Sweeney Todd." He said, warmly introducing himself to the kind young lady.
"Well how d'you do Mr. Todd?" She asked kindly, returning his smile.
"I fair fine, and yourself?" He asked, remaining calm and lighthearted in his conversation with Adallei. She smiled at his response and so began the slow and steady relationship that began to unfold between the young barber and the young woman. Their love flourished, until that is a man came for a shave from Mr. Todd.

"G'evenin'," said a portly fellow as he sat down on Mr. Todd's barber chair in the small street corner that Sweeney Todd was working out of.

"Evening sir, what'll it be?" Mr. Todd asked as he lightly draped a sheet from an old bed-set over the gentleman and tying it behind the neck as to keep it in place. He began the process of placing the shaving creme about the gentleman's exposed chin, jawline, and neck. As the process began, they slipped into idle conversation.

"Right did I have a good night," The man joked as he recounted a young woman whom he had romanced the night before. "Right beautiful she was," He continued as Mr. Todd continued to shave the stubble from his face and neck. "Long golden hair, amber eyes, pretty rosy lips..." He went on to describe the woman in detail. Mr. Todd began to shake angrily. The man's last words before his throat was slit were;

"And the lasses name was Adallei,"

Sweeney had begun his revenge on society and all sanity that was there in, left without a thought of remorse...