Disclaimer: I don’t own anything but the plot. Buffy and her peeps belong to Joss Whedon and their other creators. Sweeney Todd, both the character and the music of belong to its creators and writers. I make no money and am not doing this for anything but the sheer joy of writing.
Warnings: Kinda dark, one bad word, character death (I know, I know, I love him too but it worked better to kill him off in the story sorry.)
Willow was in a panic. Buffy was useless, her seventeenth century personae to frightened and too stuck up to be of any use. Willow’s ghostly form was unable to do much, so she couldn’t just drag the hapless noble woman down the street and into her house and to safety. And to top it off, she couldn’t find Xander.
A few blocks away, a pale figure with wild hair and wilder eyes looked around in confusion. This isn’t London he thought. Where is the smog, the crowds, the wharf, Ms. Lovett’s shop? He checked his belt and was relieved to find to familiar holsters on his belt. Inside, his two silver razors gleamed. Ah, at least my friends are with me he thought. Then, in the distance he heard the familiar cockney of a fellow Londoner. He drew a razor, smiled and headed to the sound.
The night was not going any better for Willow, she had managed to find Angel and Cordelia in the night’s confusion and had managed to get Buffy to her house. After leaving them there for safety, she went to find Giles and figure out what was happening and only got more confusion and scared by Giles. Now she was following Angel and Cordy as they chased Buffy while Spike chased them with a horde of mini-demons.
The situation was getting dire. They were outnumbered and Spike was closing in on Buffy while Angel was swarmed under by mini-demons he couldn’t actually hurt. Suddenly the door to the warehouse was pulled open and a figure with wild hair walked in.
Spike turned on the newcomer and went to attack him only to stop short.
“Fancy a shave guv’nah?”
And Spike’s head tilted back impossibly far and then it and the rest of him turned to dust. Willow gasped and then a flash of magic hit and she knew no more.
In the library the next day, Buffy and Willow were babbling nonstop about the night’s events as Giles tried to question them. Xander, however, sat off to the side, unusually quiet. That is, one couldn’t hear what he was saying, but the litany was catchy and familiar as he sang it under his breath over and over.
“There's a hole in the world like a great black pit
And it's filled with people who are filled with shit
And the vermin of the world inhabit it.
But not for long…”