Sweeney Todd does not belong to me, however, I wish he did but I am one of many

I do own this story and the plot :)

This is my first Sweeney Fic for this site and I hope you enjoy and review

thanks a bunch for the support I will continue this

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-M.T-

I edited this story earlier for errors, however, my internet went out so i lost everything, i redid it and fixed what i could find. Enjoy and please feel free to tell me if something needs work, I am learning and consturctive Criticism helps.

WARNING: Sweeney is a little bit O.C

Sometimes –which is all times and never-

Sometimes it just gets too much to bare

Thus was Sweeney Todd the demon barber of fleet street

A man with too much to carry and not enough pathetic humans to satify his quench for blood...

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The streets of London were most alive with the common men and women storming this way and that going on about their daily lives. The night was dark and the stone streets lay cold but all were so very ignorant to the thought that they might be the next victim of Sweeney Todd.

"A bunch of pies that's what they are don't you think so Mr. T?" asked an all too cheerful Mrs. Lovett, to a rather bored looking Sweeney as she looked outside the window. He muttered his usual grumble of a reply. Not expecting anything else Mrs. Lovett continued on about the pie shop moving this way and that. 'Where is Toby when you be needing him' thought Mrs. Lovett. Seems Toby had been running off with some friends he made on the street, all was quite well with her, now she just be needin' more help is all. Mrs. Lovett continued on with her pies turning this way and that raising flour with each spin she took around the kitchen, her red dress becoming white.

'The judge … he was bare beneath my hands. I had him but that dam-' Mr. Todd's thoughts were broken by the jingle of a bell alerting those inside of a customer.

" 'Ello love how can I help you today" Mrs. Lovett greeted the customer with a perplexed look; this here didn't seem like your everyday pie wanting customer no it didn't. This man was dressed in a coat two sizes too small and he looks like he'd gone through hell to get here.She didn't quite fancy dealing with rift-raft so decided to get him his pie and let him be off into the streets of London.

Bored and looking for something to kill to pass the time. Mr. Todd left the shop unaware of the strange man who just entered. 'Hopefully I have a run in with the judge-then my vengeance.' Thought Mr. Todd as a small twinkle appeared in his eye, sending a woman with child scurrying home.

Mrs. Lovett's caution grew as yet again Mr. T left, leaving her to deal with this pathetic excuse of aman, she could handle her own. Or perhaps send him off for a much needed shave. "Sir what kind of pie will you be wantin?" Mr. Lovett continued staring at the man as he was silent,this wass making her grow uneasy until he finally answered.

"I be wanting to know if. Just to know if it's true.?" The man said as his gaze lay on the floor. "True, whats true?" Mrs. Lovett said taking a few steps back from this thing.

"That you Mrs. Lovett be the she devil." The man finally looked up and his eyes were filled with the intent to kill. This man was obviously here for one thing and one thing only. He might be here for revenge but he somewhat reminded Mrs. Lovett of Lucy in his street clothes-she would gladly rid Lucy permanently if she was to see her again, but that was too risky. Anyways she needed to get rid of the current problem. "Listen sir if you're ere to be hasslin me, you best be leavin -that you should."

"Is it true? I am but a simple begger, still I can smell the evils of this pie shop " The man suddenly pulled a knife and started swinging it aimlessly nearing Mrs. Lovett. Mrs. Lovett continue backing up until she hit the wall. Finally wtih a one last swing suddenly the man was knocked unconscious by none other than Mr. T using one of Mrs. Lovetts cooking pot. He threw it aside as Mrs. Lovett began her usuall list of what if's.

"Mr. Todd what if someone gone an seen you, gone to see him? They be telling the police and soon they-" Mrs. Lovett was cut off by Mr. T.

"Would you shut up and help me get him down stairs, its night , no one saw me." Mr. Todd replied in a low grumbled tone. Mrs. Lovett did what she was told-as always. Would he ever just know, just maybe notice that she would do anything for him, well almost. He was just so cold to her, but she had grown used to his ways. Pushing aside these foolish thoughts she helped drag the man into the bakery, just another pie. A pie she would be glad to serve to Lucy.

Mr. Todd and Mrs. Lovett draged the unconcious man down the never ending flight of stairs into the bakery. As they threw him inside the loud Crack of his skull hitting the stoney and blood filled floor was heard, followed by a low moan of pain. Without warning Mr. Todd took out his silver blade as he sliced the rugged unshaved neck of his victim. He was enranced at how the blood gushed like a fountin. He cleaned off the specks of blood that landed on his face as he turned to Mrs. Lovett. "Clean this up will you my pet." It wasn't a question or suggestion, but just another cold comand as Mr. Todd left to clean himself up.

Sweeney left Mrs. Lovett to finish up with the man after slicing his neck and cleaning off his dear friend. 'Stupid woman always managing to get herself into trouble can't leave her alone.' He suddenly took some time to think of Mrs. Lovett, she was kind to him that ,she was, but she could bug the shit out of him, he supposed she was only being nice, like he needed her kindness. He was only here for one thing. Revenge, there was no time to be thinking of the dammed sea, but he did have needs too. How easy it would be to woo Mrs. Lovett he thought, one move and she would be his, but he could never to that to Lucy. No he couldn't- but he could, oh how easy to-

Just then Mrs. Lovett entered the dark and cold barber shop to find Mr. Todd in his second home, his barber chair, ruining his train of thought once more-that had been happening a lot as of late. Without expecting to be acknowledged Mrs. Lovett continued "You know that bugger turned out to be a real tough one, I pity the man who eats him up" Mrs. Lovett cracked a smile and was surprised to actually receive a reply "I'm sure he was Mrs. Lovett" relplied Mr. Todd as he gazed at Mrs. Lovett. Slowly Mrs. Lovett turned to meet his gaze as she saw something there she had never seen in his eyes before: desire intertwined with lust.

It wasn't any ordinary lust though it was hidden behind an evil smirk with dark intentions; given Mr. Todd's reputation she didn't know whether or not to be afraid. "Are you quite alright Mister T?" Asked Mrs. Lovett staying firmly in place as Mr. Todd got up, his silver friend in hand. What happened next was all a blur. Within seconds Mr. Todd had Mrs. Lovett pinned against the wall, his friend looming close to her neck. They were inches apart as he whispered. "You know Mrs. Lovett how I have come to find all this a bit too much to bare." Mr. Todd said this getting awfully close to Mrs. Lovett the blade now glistening in the moonlight as Mr. Todd said "I think you should know as well as I do what it feels to lose everything." With that Mr. Todd's smirk grew wide as he finished off sealing the gap between them with as kiss as his ever so chapped lips crashed on Mrs. Lovett. She couldn't believe it ,this is what she wanted from Mr. Todd but it all seemed too unreal. Then as Mrs. Lovett closed her eyes her Sweeney ripped himself away.Mrs. Lovett stayed in a dream like state wanting to hold on to that moment forever, but nothing ever does.

"That's all Mrs. Lovett" not wishing to press the matter anymore she hurriedly walked towards the door when Mr. Todd grabbed sharply at her wrist.

"Come back tomorrow Mrs. Lovett and I can show you what a real kiss feels like. Now get out!" he smirked, as he had just proved himself to be right. He had Mrs. Lovett but for now she would be just his toy… he was in control.

The bell jingled singnaling that Mrs. Lovett should heat the oven, more pies were on their way.

"How about a shave my good man?"

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