Hello! Thought I'd let everyone know that this is my take on Sweeney Todd. I loved the movie, dont get me wrong, but Mrs. Lovett always seemed way too..innocent to me. Also, this first part( introduction) is written in third person, but the rest will be in first. I hope you enjoy! Reviews are very much appreciated.
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Introduction: A Dream or a Memory?

The razor cut deep into the skin and the warm blood ran over her hands as she held him down. There had been a struggle with this one, but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. Todd was busy staring blankly out the window at the street, and she glanced at him with a lust no one truly understood but the both of them, for it was something he felt as well. As the chair turned and the body slipped down down down, a malicious smile crossed her face. Her love turned to face her, looking deep into her eyes with darkness and desire.

He swiftly came over, caressing her face in a rough way and violently pulling her to him. His lips crushed against hers, a hunger filling them both-a need that could never truly be filled. As he backed her up against the wall of the room, she didn't notice the quick move in which he took the blade from her hand. She was pushed harshly and he raised the blade to her throat, smiling at her with a demonic look on his face.

He traced the blade over her face slowly and she looked at him with a hint of fear in her eyes. When the blade passed over her lips, a small cut was formed from the sharp tool. She flinched if only for a moment, and then he pressed his body against hers, trapping her right where she stood. The loud clink of the razor falling to the floor was heard, but neither paid any attention to it. She wrapped her arms around him pulling him to her as close as possible, then pulling her arms back, she ran her hands over his face.

She studied him carefully, seeing the beauty within this terrifying creature. Her feelings for him were more than lust, and she believed he felt the same, although how could such dark creatures as them ever truly know the value of love? She continued to observe him, slowly tracing her fingers over his lips and nose as she worked her way up to meeting her eyes. Blood was smeared on his face as she did so, but she found it rather fascinating the way he let her do such things.

When their eyes finally met once more, he looked at her with much amusement. He raised an eyebrow, looking at her with curiosity. Then he leaned in closer, happy of the effect he could play on her. He claimed her his, for no other being was allowed to touch this delicate being; one who seemed so innocent and then the next-fiery, passionate and demonic.

She seemed to have no problem that she was like a piece of property to him. He treated her with much care, except when she got in the way of his wrath. She never minded the killing or violent way he sometimes pushed himself on her. She knew they were both damned and well beyond being saved. They were beasts of the night, and it only seemed fit to be in his arms, for even if he was the devil himself she would not ever care.

To her, she could stay this way forever.