Hello everyone! Here I am with a new story! This takes place after Sweeney Todd killed Mrs. Lovett. In my story Sweeney lives and kills Toby before he had a chance to kill him. This a Sweeney/ OC story! Okay, here we go!

Disclaimer: I do not own Sweeney Todd! I only own my OC!

Healing a heart

Chapter 1

The shining moon was high in the sky above the Fleet Street in London. Smoke was coming from the chimney in Mrs. Lovett's pie shop. The place that once had been floated by people at nights was now empty. The door was locked and the window curtains were closed showing no signs of life. But if you looked very carefully and very closely you would see the flicker of light coming from inside the old shop and a tall, dark figure moving around silently.

Sweeney Todd was holding a candle as he was descending down the stairs of the old bake house. He took out a key and opened the heavy metal door. He unlocked it and walked in; closing the door firmly behind him. He set the candle in the middle of the room and looked around him carefully. The oven was still on and was burning everything he had thrown in early that morning. The judge, Toby, Mrs. Lovett and his beloved wife; Lucy. All of them were gone and the only thing that had remained was ashes now. He took a few steps towards the big oven and slowly with a painful expression on his face opened it. Nothing, the only thing he saw was fire and ashes. With a heavy sigh he turned of the oven and closed the door again with a loud bang. He looked around the room and saw that everything was exactly how he had left it that morning. Everything was in place indicating his loneliness. He had been smart enough to clear the place so that no one ever found out what happened the other night.

He took hold of the candle again and left the bake house, locking the door behind him. He put the key in his pocket and started climbing back up the stairs. He walked into the kitchen and set the candle on the counter. His eyes moved over the kitchen and the face of the baker came in his mind. The place still smelled like her and no matter how many times he cleaned the damn place her smell never left the shop or his room upstairs.

'Even now you won't leave me alone, will you woman?' he said in a low voice to the silent, dark shop. He took a few steps towards the parlor and looked for a bottle of gin. He located one and opened it taking a big gulp from it. He sat down at one of the chairs and looked around. The question that might come into your mind is if he missed the woman. The answer would be no. He didn't miss her, he missed company in general. That heavy loneliness made him feel sometimes guilty for sending Eleanor Lovett to her death. He somehow missed her constant chatter and her love for life even if he knew that she probably didn't deserve to be missed after what she did. Now that his wish for calm and silence was granted he felt empty, alone and even more unhappy than before. He had finally had his precious revenge but he lost even more when it came. He had killed Mrs. Lovett and at the time it had felt the right thing to do since it was her fault he had killed his wife.

Lucy.

The name felt bitter coming from his lips now. Her face, her once beautiful angelic face, haunted him in his dreams. The only thing he now remembered from the woman that had once been his whole life was her bloody, tortured face and the image of her unmoving body that came to his mind every time he tried to close his eyes. He had come to realize that he would prefer remembering just her yellow hair or not remembering her at all instead of the memory of her changed, tired face and body that he now clearly saw every time he attempted to fall asleep. He hadn't slept for two days and his whole mind and body felt numb. He stood up from the chair with unsteady feet and walked to the kitchen table. He took the sign he had earlier placed there and opened the front door of the pie shop. He re read it carefully.

For rent: Shop and rooms at a reasonable price. Information at the barber shop above the meat pie emporium.

He hung it in front of the shop and locked the door behind him. With a final look at it he started heading for his room with the bottle of gin clasped tightly in his hand.

End of chapter 1

Author's note: Here is the first chapter! Please review and tell me what you think! I would really like to hear what you think! :)