NEW WORLD NEW BLOOD (sequel to meat pies and razor blades) PART ONE

        Antony sighed as he watched Mr Todd walk off. He waited a moment himself before going in the opposite direction to where the begger woman had wandered off to. He found himself on a rather nice street considering the state of London these days.

      Not many people were up at this hour it seemed. Only a few wandering souls were scattered about walking around without any prupose it seemed.
A young woman caught his attention from the corner of his eye. She had risen from a bench a few yards away.

       She had been sitting with the rag clad begger woman. Antony watched as she wiped her eyes on her sleeve and turned sharply on her heel. Her blood red dress billowing behind her as she strode off.


        Antony couldn’t help but to be reminded of Mr Todd as he watched her. Her pitch black hair in sharp contrast to her pallid completion. Even the way she walked. Harsh stiff strides as if she were carrying an unimaginable burden which she hurried to be rid of.

          Antony sighed as he watched after her. It was really a shame to see that London had come to this…
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           Raine was in tears as she tried her damndest to block out Lovette’s voice. That emotionless tone that had settled in that woman. As if none of the past had phased her in the least. She was heartless. A stone. Only focusing on her own misfortune.


             Although Raine could not blame her…for hadn’t she done the same thing? Now of days she couldn’t care less for Mrs Lovettes emotions. Though she couldn’t deny that she did need Mrs Lovette’s support sometimes…….. As false as it might be.


         The tears rolled off of Raine’s cheeks. She grimaced at the bland salty taste on her lips and the foul taste of pain in her throat. A knot was forming again. The sensation all too familiar and again she couldn’t breathe. To hear this story again…this hateful tale of her own cruel fate…it was heart wrenching….
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           Sweeney could bareley contain himself as Lovett drawled on…what had he done to deserve this? His beloved wife…his sweet inocent little girl…his family his life…all stolen.

         Taken away from him by some sadistic self worshiping bastard who thought himself a god! What right did that man that beast have to destroy HIS happiness!? His life! It was as if that Turpin had stolen the very air from Sweeneys lungs. Taken the very ground from beneath his feet. Drained the lifeblood from his veins….and all he could do was sit and watch as it happened…………..

          Judge Turpin without a doubt had killed Benjamin Barker. He had sleighed him. Brutally and mercilessly slaughtered an innocent man. And for what reason? Self gain. He wanted what he could not have. He wanted Benjamins beautiful wife.

           His sweet loving Lucy. Who had never done any harm to anyone. Who had done nothing but love and care….and this is how the fates had repaid her……..with a demon sent from the very depths of Hell to tear their lives apart……..

        Sweeneys breath was comeing too short now. He felt dizzy as he gasped and panted desperately for air……..it was too much…


                        “NO!”



His labored breath came in harsh gasps as he shot up glareing at Lovett with wide eyes. Hid entire body was pulsing. He could feel his hammering heart pushing his blood into his veins with too much force.

             He couldn’t stand it any longer. The pain….was too much. If he hadn’t stopped Lovette then he didn’t know what he would do…


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                Raine jumped at the sudden outburst of the man. She stared wide eyed at him her swollen lips slightly parted in a silent gasp. He stood there before Lovett panting like a winded animal.
 
                 Pain was clearly writ upon his glassy eyes as they threatened to water. His teeth were bared in a silent snarl either that or a cry of pain.
His chest heaved as he struggled for air.

                 Raine was sickened as Mrs Lovett seemed to be reborn by how the story had effected him. And suddenly she knew as she returned her gaze to his eyes….she had seen them before….she knew…..but not on him….on Johanna….


               tears threatened to resurface and Raine let out a shuddered gasp……it was him…….Benjamin Barker.


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