Forever Yours

A Sweeney Todd story. Alaizabel has been through sine tough times. She moves to London, and begins her new life. This new life involves Sweeney Todd and Mrs. Lovett. Will she become a victim of Mr. T's our will Alaizabel make it out alive?


2. The Dream

After unpacking my few possessions I went downstairs to join Mrs. Lovett in her sitting room.

Just as I sat down Mrs. Lovett stopped me, "Mr. T wants you to go up to 'is shoppe so 'e can brief you on your duties."

I nodded, and headed up the stairs that led to my room, but instead turned left.

I knocked on the mahogany door, and waited for a reply.

"Come in," Mr. Todd's deep voice sounded muffled through the thick door.

I walked into the room, and took a look around. It was dark, dreary, and rather messy.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" I asked

He cleared his throat, "Yes, your job is to keep my shoppe clean, and to redecorate it. Do not disturb me while I work. If you don't do your job, or if you disturb me, you will be severely punished.

I nodded my head and got to work. I began by tearing down the faded, peeling, ivory wallpaper.

After cleaning the walls, sweeping the floor, mopping, and polishing the floor I began removing things from the room.

Finally, I stumbled upon a covered, old, dusty crib. I lifted the cover and found an old doll.

I could tell that the doll had once been beautiful. I could see that her dirty hair had once been a golden yellow, and her scratched out eyes were a sky blue. She had rosy cheeks and pale pink lips with the paint chipping off. Her dress was a light pink velvet with white lace trim. Part of the trim was coming off of the hem. There was a tear in the right shoulder, and holes where moths have eaten through.

"Mr. Todd," I called.

"What?" He asked gruffly.

"What would you like me to do with this crib and doll?"

He glanced over to me, frowned, and turned away, "Throw it away. What do I need it for?" He said thickly.

I moved the crib to a corner in the bake house. I made sure I couldn't see the crib, then before I left I grabbed the doll, and brought it upstairs with me.

That night just I laid down to go to bed I put the doll, which was lying on my dresser, into the trunk I brought with me, Then I got changed, and climber into bed. The moment my head hit the pillow I was fast asleep.

The first thing I noticed was that smoke filled my nostrils. Then I noticed the intense heat on my back. I spun around only to find that my beautiful, spacious home was on fire. For a moment I watched the orange and yellow flames lick the sides of my wonderful home. Then I heard a scream.

I ran into the house, only to have heat blast in my face. I ran upstairs to find my five month-old son, Aden, passed out. I checked his pulse, and found that it was shallow. I then picked him up , and went to find my husband Philip.

I went inside what was once our bedroom, and found my husband with his skin blackened from burns, almost completely unrecognizable.

A sob escaped form the back of my throat. I ran downstairs, and out the door before the same could be said for Aden and I.

The moment I got outside, and away from the house I checked Aden's pulse. His heart had stopped.

"Smoke inhalation," I thought. Then I realized that I was completely, and utterly alone in the world. With that thought in my mind I began to scream.

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