Sweeney Todd Fan Fiction ❯ Forever Yours ❯ Moving In ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: AlaizabelMatkd 
Alaizabel Marks has been beaten and abused all of her life. Now she lives with Nellie Lovett, and Sweeney Todd. Will things finally get her way, and find true love, or will she be one of Mr. T's numerous victims?
Non Anime: Sweeney Todd Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Thriller / Suspense / Romance / Mystery / Horror / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.30.2014 | Pages: 1 | Words: 459 | Visits: 136 | Status: Work In Progress
Alaizabel Marks has been beaten and abused all of her life. Now she lives with Nellie Lovett, and Sweeney Todd. Will things finally get her way, and find true love, or will she be one of Mr. T's numerous victims?
Non Anime: Sweeney Todd Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Thriller / Suspense / Romance / Mystery / Horror / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.30.2014 | Pages: 1 | Words: 459 | Visits: 136 | Status: Work In Progress
I had been walking for hours, searching for a
job. Just as I was about to give up I passed a window with a help
wanted posted. I examined the exterior, and decided it was worth a
shot.
The moment I walked into the shoppe I noticed it was dirty, and very empty.
I heard a gasp, and turned toward a woman with bright red hair.
"Wait! Where's your rush? Where's your hurry? You gave me such a fright, I thought you was a ghost. Have a minute, can't you sit! Sit you down, sit! All I meant is that I haven't seen a customer in weeks-" The woman was cut off.
"Mrs. Lovett, shut the bloody 'ell up. I'm sure this girl doesn't want to hear you rant, and neither do I as a matter of fact." A man with dark brown, almost black eyes, and ebony hair with a white streak said.
Mrs. Lovett huffed, "Fine. 'Ello dearie. Would you care for a meat pie? They're fresh."
I shook my head, not wanting to let on that I thought the meat pies smelled disgusting.
She gave me a smile, "Then what can I help you, love?"
I returned her smile, "I noticed that you were looking for some help around the shoppe, and I was wondering if I could possibly be that help?"
She took a deep breath, and sighed, "Let me talk it over with Mr. T, then I'll give you an interview."
She and the strange man went into the living area for privacy. After a few moments of murmuring, they came into the dining room.
Mrs. Lovett smiled at me again, "Alrighty then, love, let's get this interview out of the way." She sat down at the table, "What's your name?"
"Alaizabel Marks," I replied.
"Now, 'ow old are you?"
"I turn twenty-two in five days' time."
She nodded, "What kind of skills do you have?"
"I cook, clean, sew, paint, sing, and I speak fluently in Spanish, English, German, and French."
Mrs. Lovett continued on, "Last question. Do you have any living arrangements?"
I fell silent, and looked to the floor.
Mrs. Lovett tisked, "That's okay, love. Considering you have multiple skills we could use, I will hire you… rather Mr. Todd will hire you. Now just follow me and I'll show you to your room."
I followed her up a small flight of stairs, and turned to the right. I opened the door to find a spacious bedroom, completed with a dresser, mirror, vanity, and bed.
Mrs. Lovett smiled at me again, " Welcome home, Alaizabel."
The moment I walked into the shoppe I noticed it was dirty, and very empty.
I heard a gasp, and turned toward a woman with bright red hair.
"Wait! Where's your rush? Where's your hurry? You gave me such a fright, I thought you was a ghost. Have a minute, can't you sit! Sit you down, sit! All I meant is that I haven't seen a customer in weeks-" The woman was cut off.
"Mrs. Lovett, shut the bloody 'ell up. I'm sure this girl doesn't want to hear you rant, and neither do I as a matter of fact." A man with dark brown, almost black eyes, and ebony hair with a white streak said.
Mrs. Lovett huffed, "Fine. 'Ello dearie. Would you care for a meat pie? They're fresh."
I shook my head, not wanting to let on that I thought the meat pies smelled disgusting.
She gave me a smile, "Then what can I help you, love?"
I returned her smile, "I noticed that you were looking for some help around the shoppe, and I was wondering if I could possibly be that help?"
She took a deep breath, and sighed, "Let me talk it over with Mr. T, then I'll give you an interview."
She and the strange man went into the living area for privacy. After a few moments of murmuring, they came into the dining room.
Mrs. Lovett smiled at me again, "Alrighty then, love, let's get this interview out of the way." She sat down at the table, "What's your name?"
"Alaizabel Marks," I replied.
"Now, 'ow old are you?"
"I turn twenty-two in five days' time."
She nodded, "What kind of skills do you have?"
"I cook, clean, sew, paint, sing, and I speak fluently in Spanish, English, German, and French."
Mrs. Lovett continued on, "Last question. Do you have any living arrangements?"
I fell silent, and looked to the floor.
Mrs. Lovett tisked, "That's okay, love. Considering you have multiple skills we could use, I will hire you… rather Mr. Todd will hire you. Now just follow me and I'll show you to your room."
I followed her up a small flight of stairs, and turned to the right. I opened the door to find a spacious bedroom, completed with a dresser, mirror, vanity, and bed.
Mrs. Lovett smiled at me again, " Welcome home, Alaizabel."