Hello! OK, this is only my second attempt at a fanfic, so any suggestions to make it better are welcome. Sweeney is pretty OOC in my opinion, but I plan to make this a longer fic, so that will change probably around chapter three. I also would like to point out that most of the dialogue from this chapter is directly from the movie, but that's only for this one. I already have chapter two typed up and ready to go! Thanks for reading! Oh, and by the way, the singing is in italics. Well, the characters thoughts are too, but I'm pretty sure you'll be able to tell one from the other.

Disclaimer- Guess what guys? (What?) I own Sweeney Todd! (Really?) No, of course not! Ha ha, the audience is always so gullible.

Now, OFF TO SWEENEYLAND! *flies like Peter Pan into the sky* (she can fly!

The stench in the sewers was terrible, but neither paid much attention. Both had their mind set on finding the boy.

"Toby, where are you, love?" Mrs. Lovett's voice echoed in all directions. "Nothing's gonna harm you Darling, Not while I'm around…"

Mr. Todd gripped his razor tighter in his hand.

"Toby!" He called out.

"I know you're hiding!" She sang again.

Sweeney was beginning to lose his patience with the boy. Here he was playing hide and seek in the sewers, when the judge could very well be walking up his stairs.

He grabbed Mrs. Lovett's shoulder ."You stay down here and look for the boy. I have to take care of the judge." He whispered.

Without waiting for a reply, he hurried out of the sewer and up the bake house stairs.

Once he reached the kitchen however, he could hear muffled footsteps coming from above.

"The judge…" he hissed.

At last, he would have his revenge. After fifteen years, justice would finally be served.

A menacing smile formed on his lips as excitement filled him. He imagined the look on the judge's face as the life drained out of him. The sound of his neck cracking as it hit the stone floor below. His heart pumped faster and faster as he reached for the door. But in a moment, all that excitement melted away. For in his shop stood not the judge, but a woman.

"Who are you..." Mr. Todd growled.

The woman jumped and started whimpering.

"What are you doing here!"

He made sure his razor was noticeable the intruder.

"Evil this is! The stink of evil from below! From her!" cried the beggar

Mr. Todd walked closer to get a better look at the woman.

"She's the devil's wife!" the beggar woman continued "Oh, beware her, sir. She with no pity in her heart!" The woman went to look him in the face, then all the sudden her lips formed a smile.

"Hey, don't I know you, mista…"

Sweeney had had enough of the woman's ranting, and raised his blade, ready to strike. But then thought about what she said.

For the first time, he looks at her directly in the face.

Mr. Todd froze.

"Lucy?" he whispered.

She continued staring at him, as thought she was trying as hard as she could to figure out who this man was.

"Lucy! It's me! It's Benjamin!" For the first time in years, tears started falling down the man's face.

Without thinking he held her in a tight embrace. But almost immediately she started screaming, and pushed him off.

"No!" she shrieked "Demons! You won't have me! This is the gateway to hell! I've seen it for me self! No one leaves this place!"

She collapsed in a corner and began whimpering.

Mr. Todd stood staring at his wife. Or what was left of her. This woman wasn't Lucy. The real Lucy had vanished when he did. After that, a stranger had stepped in and taken over. As much as he hated to admit it, Lucy was gone. His Lucy. The one he fell in love with. Gone.

His eyes wandered away from the beggar woman and to his picture of his wife. More tears fell as he picked it up, and wiped his thumb over the real Lucy's face.

Then he heard something from outside. Footsteps walking up the stairs.

He started panicking. He couldn't have that, that thing here if the judge comes! That will for sure make him leave again! So quickly, Mr. Todd made the hardest decision of his life.

He grabbed the woman by the arm and stood her upright. She barely noticed.

"I'm so sorry Lucy," He whispered "But someday we shall meet again, and I hope by then you will have forgiven me."

He slowly reached for his razor and flipped it open. "I will always love you." He softly caressed her hand with his thumb, and quickly brought the razor down across her neck.

He tried to hold back sobs as her eyes widened, and blood flowed down her mangled dress.

He roughly stomped his foot on the lever, opening the hatch. He couldn't stand to look at what he had done. He killed his own wife. Now, he was truly a monster.

The bell to the shop chimed behind him.

"Mr. Todd?"

There stood the man who caused the whole problem. Who had forever ruined his life. And now he was going to pay.

"Where is she? Where is my Johanna?"

Mr. Todd took a moment to pull himself together before he turned around.

"Below your honor. With my neighbor. Thank heavens the sailor did not molest her."

He stepped closer and put his hand on the judges shoulder.

"Thank heavens too, that she has seen the error of her ways."

The judges look turned from threatening, to joyful.

"She has?"

"Oh yes!" Sweeney removed his hand and tried to look as convincing as possible. "Your lesson was well learned. She speaks only of you! Longing, for forgiveness."

"Then she shall have it!"

Mr. Todd cringed at the thought of it. He couldn't wait for the man's blood to cover his walls.

"She will be here soon, you say?"

"Yes."

"Excellent, my friend!"

Seeing the happiness in the man's face was killing him. He wanted to see him in pain! He wanted to watch to light leave his eyes!

"How 'bout a shave?"

Without giving the judge a chance to speak he started guiding him to the chair.

"Sit sir, sit!" he said as cheerfully as possible. "Johanna will of course want you to have a nice smooth face!"

"Yes of course!" replied the judge, and then began to sing. "Ohhhh, pretty women!"

"Pretty women, yes!" Mr. Todd played along as he prepared the judge for his "shave".

"Johanna, Johanna,"

The judge even mentioning his daughters name made him sick. "patience," he told himself "That's what Mrs. Lovett said. No manner-less sailor is going to ruin my revenge this time!"

"Pretty women! Pretty women are a wonder. Pretty women!"

"What we do for pretty women!"

Mr. Todd flung the barber cloth around the judge. "Blowing out their candles, or combing out their hair,"

Carefully he unfolded his razor. "It's your lucky day!" he thought to it "You get to kill the man that ruined my life…"

"Even when they leave, they still, are there, they're there!"

Judge Turpin was looking as excited as ever. "How seldom it is that one meets a fellow spirit!" he announced.

"With fellow tastes. In women at least."

"What's that?" asked Turpin with a nervous laugh.

"The years no doubt have changed me, sir." As he talked he lowered his face to the judges level.

"But then I suppose the face of a barber, the face of a prisoner, in the dock, is not particularly memorable."

The judges eyes widened with realization, and looked up at the man.

Mr. Todd smiled menacingly while he slowly brought up his razor.

"Benjamin Barker!" the judge sputtered. He looked up just in time to see Sweeney's razor right above him.

"BENJAMIN BARKER!"

Turpin flinched before the razor stabbed into his throat.

The barber twisted the blade, stabbing it farther and farther into the man's neck before pulling it out and stabbing again.

Blood sprayed in all directions. It covered the window, and soaked Sweeney's clothing.

He got a rush of excitement as blood began dripping from his face.

Finally he stopped and walked to the other side of the chair, examining his work.

Judge Turpin's pain filled eyes followed the barber. This was exactly what Mr. Todd wanted. Let him suffer before he dies. Let him pay for all the suffering he had caused.

He stared at the judge once more and swiped the blade across his neck. Even more blood showered the barber. Blood matted down his wild hair, and the single white streak was cloaked in a dark crimson.

He stomped his foot on the lever, sending the judge sliding down the chute. The crunch of Turpin's neck sent a tingle of joy up his spine.

His glance turned from the chair to his razor. He held it up high so the blade caught the light, and he admired its beauty. The judges blood crept down the edge of the blade. To Mr. Todd, it was the most wonderful sight in the world.

"Rest now my friend. Rest now, forever."

He got down on his knees, as though it were a sign of worship to his helpful friend.

"Sleep now, the untroubled sleep of the angels!"

Gently he placed his razor on the chair.

He felt oddly lighter now, like a part of him that had been missing for many years had been filled.

Mr. Todd got to his feet, and looked out the window at the night sky. London didn't seem as bad anymore with the judge and Beadle gone from this earth.

Just then, behind him he heard the squeak of a hinge. He promptly turned around, expecting to see someone at the door, but saw no such thing. His eyes then wandered down to the chest. The lid was slightly open, and he could just make out a pair of bright eyes staring back at him.

His face froze in a look of both shock, and anger. "Someone saw the whole thing. Now they'll go to the law and it will be a one way ticket back to that island hell."

Mr. Todd grabbed his razor and briskly walked to the trunk. However, before he could reach it he stopped in his tracks. A bloodcurdling scream came from the bake house.

"Mrs. Lovett!"

Without thinking twice, he forgot about the intruder, and ran down the stairs.

"DIE!" She screamed. "DIE, GOD IN HEAVEN, DIE!"

She kicked the man's head several times, but nothing stopped him.

As it turned out, the judge had survived several stabs to the neck, enormous blood loss, and a deadly fall on the head. He was laying on the floor grabbing at Mrs. Lovett's skirts, silently begging for someone to help him. Mrs. Lovett kicked his head one last time, and he at last went limp.

But her look of horror only got worse.

"you…" she said softly. Panic rushed through her body. There was Lucy. Mr. Todd had killed her, most likely without knowing. She had to get the body out of here before Mr. Todd came down and realized what he had done!

Mrs. Lovett grabbed the woman's arms and dragged her toward the furnace. She was surprisingly heavy for a beggar.

Without warning Mr. Todd flew open the bake house door.

"Why did you scream? What happened?" If it had been a normal situation and she hadn't been trying her very best to drag his wife into a furnace, she would have been very flattered by his concern, but she had to get rid of the body before he found out.

"He was clutchin' onto my dress, but he's finished now."

Mr. Todd noticed she was having trouble dragging the body. "I'll take care of it." He said.

"No, I've got it, really,"

"Mrs. Lovett," he replied gently. He was trying not to lose his patience. "Give me the body. I'm trying to help you."

"Mr. T, I said I"ve…" But she was cut short as she realized he was staring at the dead woman's face.

"Mrs. Lovett? Any reason why you chose to burn this body first?"

Her heart skipped a beat.

"Mr. T! I, I…"His firsthihihhihi

"You knew she lived didn't you?"

"Please I,"

"You lied to me." She knew. She knew the whole time. How many times had he looked out the window and saw the beggar woman wandering the streets, but never paid attention. It had been his Lucy all along.

"No, no not lied at all! No I never lied. Said she took the poison she did, never said that she died…"

Mr. Todd couldn't help but stare at what he'd done to his wife. "She was slowly dying anyway. You helped her. She's happier now, she's no longer cursed with the effects of the poison." he told himself. And for the first time, he began to accept his wife's death.

"Poison left her weak in the head. All she did for months was just lie there in bed. Poor thing!"

"Mrs. Lovett, I'm not mad…" he tried to say, but she kept singing over him.

"Should have been in hospital, wound up in Bedlam instead, poor thing!"

"Mrs. Lovett please, just listen to me, I know. I, I…" he paused for a moment. "I did this." He couldn't bring himself to say killed. Yes, it was true, but such a horrible thought it was.

"Better you should think she was dead, yes I lied 'cos I love you! I'd be twice the wife she was, I love you!"

"Damn it, woman! Just listen to me!"

"Could that thing have cared for you like me?"

He abruptly turned around and walked toward her.

"Mrs. Lovett, you're a bloody wonder, eminently practical and yet appropriate as always. As you've said repeatedly, there's little point in dwelling on the past! Do come here my love!"

"Do you mean it? Everything I did I swear it was only for the best!"

"Nothing to fear my love, what dead is dead!"

"Can we, still be, married?"

A giant smile formed on Mrs. Lovett's face when Mr. Todd grabbed her by the waist and together they began to twirl around the room.

"The history of the world my pet,"

"Oh, Mr. Todd, Oh, Mr. Todd, leave it to me!"

"Is learn forgiveness, and try to forget!"

"By the sea Mr. Todd, we'll be comfy cozy! By the sea Mr. Todd, where there's no one nosy!"

"And life is for the alive my dear, so let's keep living it!"

"Just keep living it, really living it!"

Before Mrs. Lovett knew what was happening, she found Mr. Todd's lips crushed against hers.

They soon broke apart, and Mrs. Lovett's face filled with joy.

"You really mean it Mr. T?"

He smiled a genuine smile.

"All of it, my love."

She grinned and once more their lips met.