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Disclaimer: I do not own Sweeney Todd.

Chapter 3

A loud knock on the door woke Anna from her sleep. She sat up on her bed and rubbed her sleepy eyes with her hands before she looked at the clock. She groaned unhappily and slipped out of bed. It was only after ten o’ clock in the morning. She grabbed her worn cotton robe and pulled it on as she shuffled towards her front door. Blackie didn’t bother follow her as she walked past him. He kept getting lazier by the day. He just wiggled his tail and Anna chuckled.
She opened the door slightly and peered outside.
“What are you doing here? I thought you were leaving today?” she asked a grinning Tom who simply shrugged.
“We sail at noon. You were still sleeping?” he asked as he took in her attire.
“Have you any idea what time I got back from the pub last night?” she asked as she stifled a yawn.
“No, but I imagine sometime in the morning?” he asked and she groaned.
“What do you want, Thomas?” she asked with impatience and he cleared his throat.
“Um…I thought we could go for a walk. You know…around. And if I recall correctly you promised me that you’d take me at the place where you had your shop with your mother when you were little.” He said with a small smile and she frowned.
“You want me to take you to the market.” She stated and he shrugged.
“If you’d like.” He answered and she found it hard to refuse such hopeful eyes.
“Fine. Give me a few minutes to get dressed then. Don’t let Blackie leave the house.” She said as she left the door ajar and walked back to her room.
She shut the door and opened her closet door. She took out one of her dresses and laid it on the bed as she slipped out of her nightdress. She shook her head at Tom’s insistence. She had known him for three years and she couldn’t remember how many times she had refused his advances. The fact that she always kept her distance though didn’t seem to faze him in the slightest since every time he docked with his ship at London he visited her often. She didn’t mind his company for he was honest and cheerful but she didn’t want to hurt him by giving him the wrong impression.
It was a known fact that she wasn’t easily charmed by people and she was a really distrustful person. She didn’t have faith in people and even though she did have friendships she was really a lonely individual. She found it very hard to open up to people; especially after her mother’s death.
It wasn’t that she thought all people were evil or opportunists, she just knew that it was in people’s nature to lie. Perhaps it was the knowledge of her father’s imprisonment that had influenced her to believe so. Her own mother had lied to her, made her believe that her father was gone when he was alive.
Oh, no. She loved her mother dearly and she knew that she did what she thought was best but deep down she would have preferred to know the truth even if it had hurt her.
Shaking those thoughts, she tightened the laces on her corset and finished dressing before she exited her bedroom. She met Tom at the hall and he smiled when he saw her.
“Ready?” he asked and she nodded with a small smile. Together they left the small house and walked out into the streets.
They took the road that led to the market and she could literally feel Tom’s eagerness to speak.
“Where is the Bountiful going next?” she asked, just to save him the bother of finding a suitable topic.
“Paris…Anthony was decided to stay. Do not ask me the why though.” Tom said with a chuckle and Anna smiled.
“That’s nice. Where’s he staying?”
“At an inn…I told him he should stay at your pub though. Told him it has the best food in town.” He winked and she rolled her eyes.
“You’re a liar. We’re just another drinking hole, Tom. The only thing barely mentionable is that we have a good cook and a few rooms. But he’s welcome to come. He seems really nice.” She said as they rounded a corner and approached St. Dustan’s market.
“He’s a good lad albeit a bit naïve though.” Tom mumbled as he started looking around.
Anna bit her lip as they come to stand in front of a grocery cart.
“Um…You know what happened to that man that you found floating in the sea?”
“No…last I saw him was that night at the pub…Why?” he asked as they carried on walking.
“No reason. He just asked if we had any rooms at work. He didn’t come back though.” She said as they came to a stop at a vividly decorated tent. A lot of people were there and Anna noticed that the Beadle was standing on the small stage of the tent.
Adolfo Pirelli. King of Barbers.
Anna almost laughed out loud at the incredulity of those words but she stopped herself. She watched as a petite woman with wild auburn curls stepped behind a dark haired man and placed a jacket around his shoulders. Her eyes focused on the man and her eyes widened.
“Hey, Tom, isn’t that the man…?” she asked and Tom nodded.
“Aye. What’s he doing here?”
“He must be a barber…” Anna trailed off and Tom gave her a funny look.
“Look at the razor. At his hip.” She pointed at the shiny razor at the man’s hip and Tom nodded.
“Interesting. Want to go talk to him?” he asked and she quickly shook her head as soon as she noticed him talking with the Beadle.
“No. Why should I?” she said quickly when she realized that the woman with him was Mrs. Lovett. She hadn’t seen the woman for years.
The baker was standing slightly behind the barber while he talked to Beadle Bamford. Anna watched the man as he spoke quietly, almost too quietly at the Beadle, his voice silky sweet.
“Tom…What is his name?” she asked and Tom looked at the man before he responded.
“I know that his last name’s Todd. That’s all I know.” He shrugged and Anna couldn’t take her eyes from the man. Mr. Todd.
The way he looked at the Beadle caused her to shiver. His eyes were awfully dark but she could see that his pupils were dilated as if in elation. The elation was accompanied by another frenzied glimmer that made her shudder.
Hunger. Dark hunger. For what she wasn’t sure.
She shook her head before she turned and laced her arm through Tom’s, “Come on I’ll show you my old shop.” She said and he nodded.
As they walked away, she tried in vain to remember the man for she was sure that she knew him from before. Unfortunately his name didn’t ring any bells at all. None whatsoever.

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“Hey, Anna!” Kate called in a hiss and Anna looked at her as she cleaned behind the counter at the bar.
“Won’t you go serve that bloke over there? He’s been sitting there unmoving for the past half hour. When I went to ask him if he wanted anything he didn’t even looked at me. He’s a nutter that one, I tell ya.” She whispered and Anna looked up.
“Where?” she asked and Kate motioned towards the booth at the far corner.
“There. He hasn’t moved an inch.”
Anna saw him and she stilled. Todd.
“I know him. I mean, I’ve seen him here before. I’ll go.” She muttered as she straightened her skirt and let go of the rug she had been holding.
“I’ll finish.” Kate took the rug and carried on with the cleaning as Anna made her way towards the man. Once she got nearer she noticed that he was sitting stiffly in his chair like last time, staring blankly at the worn wood of the table in front of him. He looked the same. His face pale and tired but he did seem a little more at ease. His hair was still a wild mess of curls but this time it was slightly pulled back from his face, the white lock in deep contrast with the blackness of the rest of his locks.
Anna cleared her throat and his eyes looked at her from beneath his eyelashes. She offered a small smile and his face soured. He didn’t seem pleased at the interruption.
“May I take your order?” she asked as pleasantly as she could despite the look he had just given her.
“Later.” He replied monotonously in a dismissive tone without looking up.
“We’re closing in an hour, sir.” She said firmly and he looked up at her again, his eyes narrowed.
“What time is it?” he asked as if he had just woken up from a dream.
“After twelve. So, is there anything I can get you?” she replied and he drew in a sharp breath.
“Whiskey.” He muttered and she nodded.
She stepped behind the bar and poured him the drink as slowly one by one the customers made their way out of the pub, stumbling over their own feet.
“There you go, Mr. Todd.” She said as he placed his drink on the table. His head turned sharply towards her so fast that she thought she heard his neck crack.
“How do you know my name?” his voice was low and he seemed like he was ready to pounce on her just for mentioning his name.
Anna almost bit her tongue at her own words. She searched her brain for an answer and when she found it, she slowly smiled.
“I was at the market yesterday.” She said calmly and he relaxed visibly, “You were with the that barber.” She continued and he sneered.
“Barber. More like a sham, taking advantage of desperate people in need of additional hair.” He spat the words out as he grabbed the glass of whiskey and took a long sip.
Anna chuckled and he looked at her over the rim of his glass. He slowly pulled the glass away and swirled the whiskey in his mouth before he swallowed it.
“What does he do? Magic?” she asked as she stepped back, ready to return at the bar.
Mr. Todd didn’t reply. He just watched her with his obsidian eyes as she stepped away, shaking her head in amusement. She could feel his gaze burn a hole at her back as she walked.
It was some after that when he placed his empty glass at the table with a thud, the sound reverberating in the almost empty pub. He slid his hand in his pocket as he walked towards the bar, his eyes looking around, brushing over the last few occupants. Anna looked up as he approached and took the money he placed on the counter.
“Does the Beadle ever come in here?” he asked and she frowned at the question.
“Um…I don’t think I’ve seen him here.” She shook her head and he nodded almost imperceptibly. His gazed shifted again and he scrutinized the room once again before he turned his dark eyes towards her again.
“Do you know of a Judge Turpin?” he asked and his voice held a little edge to it.
“I’ve heard of him. I haven’t seen him in a while though.”
“Does he come here?” he asked and Anna almost laughed.
“Here? A judge? Oh, no. They do not socialize with the likes of us, Mr. Todd.” She said with a smirk and he stared at her for a while before he spoke again, his voice barely audible.
“What’s your name?” he murmured and she was again unsettled by his voice.
“Anna.” She replied and he nodded once.
He tapped on the counter with his fingers once and then stepped back, his hands sliding off the counter to hang limply at his sides. She watched confused as he turned and left without another word, wondering about the intent behind his questions. Did he have a problem with the authorities? Why else would he ask about the Beadle and the judge? Did he know them…?
In any case she was greatly intrigued by him and she wondered when his next visit would be.

End of chapter 3

Author’s note: If you want more please review! Thank you for reading!

Xxx Lina :)
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