Hey guys, so fanfiction took this off the net, so I'm publishing it again once more :) I'm so sorry for all the trouble, and I want to say thank you for everything who took the time to read this and review, I don't think I've ever received that many reviews for one chapter, it's awesome and I love you guys so much for it :) Anyway, I finnaly managed to write an update :)

Summary: Inspired by my favourite actress. Helena Bonham Carter shut her eyes as one word spiraled through her mind. Shit. What happens when two women from different worlds swap lives? Actress Helena Bonham Carter found herself in a berserk 19th century Fleet Street London whilst pie baker, Mrs. Lovett, found herself in the 21st century of London. Will Mrs. Lovett be able to get home? Will Helena be able to help Sweeney move on from Lucy and see the woman who was always there for him? A story of two women in this twisted tale. Sweenett as always :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Sweeney Todd not any of the other real life people in here. This is written just for fun and in no way is this fic meant to offend anyone :)

I: A Twisting Tale

The atmosphere was filled with the thundering cheers and screams of the thousands of fans and the booming voice of the sound speakers. It was another cloudy day in London, bringing a sombre feeling to the air and like every other Harry Potter premier, it was raining. A small smile crept on Helena Bonham Carter's lips as she stepped out of the striking black limousine, her one red and one green high heel meeting together and her plum colored dress swishing around her legs. She walked down the red velvet carpet, half surprised at just how many screaming Harry Potter fanatics had turned up to catch a glimpse of the famous author. But then again, Helena thought to herself; catching the one crimson ribbon in her hair to stop it from falling out of her nest of wild curls, this was part one of the grand finale. She went up to the girl who was bouncing eagerly on the balls of her feet behind the red velvet rope, her coffee bean eyes on Helena and a pen clutched in her hand.

" I love your dress!" she squealed with excitement.

Helena smiled, though she felt absolutely exhausted she was touched by the girl's comment. " Oh thank you darling, whats your name?"

The girl beamed a toothy grin. " Lydia, thank you!"

Helena returned the pen to her and moved on to find her partner, Tim Burton, standing to the side of the red carpet, hidden behind his dark shades. Helena gave him a small peck on the cheek, happy that he agreed to come with her. She loved the excitement of going to a premier, especially Harry Potter, but she was completely exhausted and wanted nothing more then to curl up on the sofa with a nice cup of...diet coke. The blinding lights flashed in her eyes, alerting her to the camera in front of her and the microphone being shoved into her face by the reporter nearby who was speaking to the camera upfront. Helena's eyes scanned the uniform of the camera man which read Entertainment Tonight.

" I'm here at the premier of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part Two with Helena Bonham Carter; Helena," she turned around to Helena, her white teeth shining through her ruby lips. " Tell us about your outfit tonight."

Helena tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she cast a glance down at the dress, her eyes drifting off to the side in thought. " Ah, well this is Vivienne Westwood", she began, brushing the ends of the dress with her hands. "Annnd I found it in my cupboard, and... that was about it. I did leave this a bit late, I think in future in another event I'll give a bit more time to it."

Lucy Hart raised an eyebrow as she scanned her outfit, landing on her shoes. " This is a fun statement you're making with your shoes this evening. Care to explain?"

Helena followed her eyes and almost laughed at her expression. " Well I thought, why not wear mismatching shoes? Who says we can't? For me, fashion is all about fantasy and putting unlikely things together. That's what I love. I genuinely love dressing up. I-"

Her sentence was interrupted at a small burp that tried to escape, quickly her hand flew to her mouth, restraining the burp to a small cough. The reporter raised her eyebrows as Helena recovered herself.

" Sorry, just...about to burp..from the coke." She explained, her hand waving slightly against her mouth.

The reporter opened her mouth to speak before a row of cheers broke out as Daniel Radcliffe stepped out of the stretched limousine; quickly she hurried off to find him. Helena suppressed an eye roll, not at all surprised but happy that she didn't have to answer any more questions. Hooking her partners arm in hers she leaned her head against him, finishing the journey up the carpet.

" That was graceful," Tim whispered to her on the burping incident.

Helena smiled, deciding not to reply as she reached the large doors to the theater. Helena gave a hard look at the building, catching Tim's eyes.

" I wouldn't worry if I was you about seeing myself on screen, most likely they'd have cut your part out again," he joked, a twinkle in his eye.

Helena gave him a sarcastic look , before she shook her head, a smile dancing on her lips " You know what, I wouldn't be surprised." Her eyes travelled to the side. " I'm going to the bathroom before the movie starts. Won't be long."

Giving him another kiss on the cheek Helena walked off, opening her purse and finding some chocolates to eat. She rubbed the side of her head, her eyes wincing. Dam this headache was a bitch, and Nell and Billy's little fight this morning didn't help it ether. Hell she wished she brought some pain killers with her. Reaching the bathroom she opened the door, swearing as she almost tripped over the step. Helena locked herself in a cubicle, popping a piece of chocolate into her mouth and hoping that the sweet candy would calm down the throbbing pain in her head. Ether way it still tasted delicious. Letting out a sigh she closed her eyes, letting her head lean back against the wall of the cubicle. Opening her eyes she was greeted by thousands of colorful dots blurring her vision, frowning she blinked harder. Maybe her contact lenses had dust in them? No that couldn't be it. Shaking her head she blinked harder, but this only blurred her vision more and now she felt dizzy. Yawning she knew she was completely tiered and her knees began to shake, as if made out of led and couldn't hold her weight. Before she knew it she was down and falling; Helena shut her eyes and braced herself to meet the cold ground but only kept on falling. She knew her head was spinning and felt her stomach somewhere else, she could feel her insides gurgling and knew she was close to throwing up. Opening her eyes she was greeted by the shadowy darkness; the feeling was to much for her and she passed out.

Mrs. Lovett paused at the door way, the tray of vegetable soup in her hands. Her eyes scanned the charcoal black room-dimly lit with the pearly moonlight rays, before they landed on Sweeney. He stood near the spiderweb cracked mirror, his hand on the grubby, dusty, oakwood table. She suppressed a sigh when she saw his eyes reflected in the mirror, cold and distant. The baker knew that he was thinking about Lucy, lord knows that was all he ever thought about. The tarnished wooden planks beneath her groaned in protest as she walked towards the barber, her lips pursed together as she thought of how she was going to get the barbers attention when his mind was so, very, far away.

" Brought you some breakfast dear", she said, trying to keep her voice cheery.

Her voice seemed to carry out for awhile, it was as if they were standing in a cave rather than a barber parlor, echoing from the walls and soon, it lost its chirpy nature before it died down to a deafening silence. She swallowed hard, feeling her mouth dry like the crusting desert sand. Reluctantly she took a small step forward, lowering her eyes she placed the tray down on the table nearby. She looked back up at him and paused, trying to find the right words.

" Mr. T," she asked softly. " Can I ask you a question?"

Mrs. Lovett was greeted by silence and half expected him to ignore her before he replied in a gruff voice.

" What?"

" What did your Lucy look like?"

There was no reply but she could feel Sweeney's shoulder tense at the mention of his wife.

" You can't really remember can you?" She murmured, walking over to him so she was merely inches from his neck.

" She had yellow hair," he whispered, as if concentrating hard to picture her.

Mrs. Lovett leaned in closer to him, her lips inches from his skin. " You've got to leave this all behind you now," she whispered, lowering her eyes. " Shes gone. Life is for the alive my dear. We could have a life us two, maybe not like I dreamed, maybe not like you remembered. But we could get by..."

He turned around and looked at her, meeting her eyes. She felt her heart racing as she stared back into the dark, mysterious, chocolate pools she fell in love with.

The stomping footsteps made her jump in surprise as Antony ran in. Mrs. Lovett felt her heart freeze like an icy stone before she turned away, her eyes saddening. She swallowed hard and turned back around to see Sweeney and Antony deep in conversation and knew that she wasn't wanted now. She left the room.

Sweeney Todd paced back and fourth the barber shop, his razor griped in his hand and his eyes staring fixedly out the window. The night had grown to an inky black and was now sprinkled with the few shimmering stars, winking down at him. The barber paused to give a hard look at the city; the distant hooting of owls and the whispers of the passing wind could be heard, and apart from the fellow drunk man at the tavern or prostitute lurking in the alleyway, most of the Londoners had retired for the night. It now occurred to the barber at just how late it was getting and he knew that Antony should be here by now with Joanna. Fury and impatience began to bubble at the pit of his stomach, close to eruption, before a small growl escaped Todd's lips as his fist collided with the wall in frustration. What could be taking him so long? Sighing he let his thoughts trail off onto the judge. The judge. Sweeney brought his lethal weapon up to his eyes, flipping the glistening blade out and running his finger down the side with a vindictive smile. Tonight he would finally have him, and he would make sure he suffered just as his wife did.

Sweeney felt his throat tighten at the thought of Lucy. Shutting his eyes tightly he tried to picture her; her yellow hair, yellow like the petals on the fragrant daffodils he would pick for her, or the sweet honey he would pour on her bread for a meal. He remembered how it would especially shine a golden yellow under the sun and when she let it out her hair would stream gracefully down her back like a horses mane. Squeezing his eyes tighter he tried to imprint the image in his head whilst trying to remember her other features, but it seemed to be a shadowy blur. Groaning out in frustration, Sweeney stormed over to the desk and picked up the photo-frame of his wife and Joanna; his forehead creased as he stared longingly at the picture. Slowly he caressed the side of the frame, feeling the memories come back to him.

Mrs. Lovett lingered at the doorway of the barber shop with the pile of fresh, unstained shirts in her hands. Her eyes saddened when she saw him looking at the picture of his wife; after all it was the third time this week that he had taken it out. Taking a deep breath she walked over to him, placing the t-shirts on the bed.

" Mr. Todd?" she said quietly.

There was no reply and Mrs. Lovett repressed a sigh. Half of her told her to walk away, like she always did when he was in this distant mood and his eyes lost in the picture. After all he rarely ever talked to her and he sure as hell wasn't going to now. But Mrs. Lovett had a tugging feeling that pulled her to stay here, and she half hoped inside that he would bring up the conversation they had earlier before Antony ran in. It was absurd to think that he would, but she couldn't help but hope. Her breathing must have alerted him to her presence because he spoke.

" I forgot her eyes," he whispered hoarsely to the picture.

Mrs. Lovett blinked, surprised that he was speaking.

" They were blue, like round sapphires, always glittering in the light... or dark. They were beautiful."

Mrs. Lovett bit her bottom lip as she tried with all her strength to stop herself from crying, tentatively she took another step towards him.

" You can't keep on doing this to yourself love," she whispered gently. " Locking yourself up in here and staring at her all day isn't going to do you any good." Mrs. Lovett held her breath when she finished, but he didn't reply. She let out a small sigh. " You have to let her go and...move on," the baker paused, hoping that he would reply but all she received was silence. She knew that he wasn't paying any attention to her, but she still wanted to keep on speaking. Slowly she raised her hands and touched the back of his shirt, letting her fingers glide down and toy with the material of his shirt. " We could be happy," she murmured, her hands now gliding back up the material on his back. She closed her eyes as dreams of the sea drifted through her mind. " I could make you happy..." She cast a glance at the portrait that he was still staring at and let out another sigh. " I could be twice the wife she ever was."

She felt his muscles tighten beneath her hands as he dropped the picture, the glass tinkling as it smashed to pieces. Mrs. Lovett's insides froze as she took in a sharp breath, quickly releasing his shirt. Abruptly he stood up, whirling around to the baker and glaring at her with piercing, crazed eyes. Mrs. Lovett swallowed hard, taking a step back and glancing at the razor gripped in his hand.

" What did you say," he whispered threateningly through gritted teeth.

Mrs. Lovett squeezed her hands together nervously, stumbling back another step as he descended towards her. " Love, I-I only meant that-"

Her words were cut off as she was pushed against the wall, his razor dangerously skimming against her neck. Closing her eyes the baker took in a deep breath, trying to calm down her thumping heart.

" How dare you say her name," he spat.

" Mr. T, I didn't mean-"

Sweeney's eyes narrowed into a sinister glare as a growl slipped through his parted lips. He dug the razor in deeper, biting her neck with the burning blade. Mrs. Lovett opened her eyes and saw the blood seep through the deep cut.

" Mr. Todd!" she gasped in a shrilling voice, her eyes filled with fright on the scar.

Sweeney tore his eyes away from the bakers and looked down at the scar, shocked as to just how deep he had cut her. Slowly he released his razor, his hand shaking slightly. His eyes stared at the scar he had made as a thought ran through his head. He wasn't expecting to make her bleed...NO! Sweeney pushed away the thoughts that began to edge into his mind, doubting his actions. Sweeney brought his attention back to Mrs. Lovett and away from her cut, pointing his razor menacingly at her.

" Don't you ever speak her name again," he gritted.

Snapping the razor blade shut he whirled around and marched out of the room, slamming the door with a crashing thud. Mrs. Lovett watched him leave, a small whisper parting her lips.

" I love you..."

She finally surrendered to the tears. Leaning back against the wall she let her trembling legs give in and crumpled to the floor. She quietly sobbed as the warm tears trailed down her cheeks like soft pearls, stinging her cheeks and drenching the material at the top of her dress. Her hands were shaking and her heart had turned to ice as the coldness enveloped it, breaking it to pieces. Biting her lip she let the thoughts flood through her mind. She hated him, hated him for doing this to her. Why did I say that? She thought furiously to herself. Why couldn't I just keep my god damn mouth shut like I always do? But deep down inside she knew why. Because she couldn't do it anymore, she couldn't get up out of bed and let the day drag on, her heart breaking each minute. She couldn't take living with Sweeney Todd like this anymore when she longed to tell him how much she loved him. She couldn't take the pain each day knowing that the man she loved didn't give a damn about her when she would scarifies everything she had for him. Yet through all this she still loved him. It was the biggest mistake of her life, loving him like a hopeless fool. Mrs. Lovett wanted more than anything in the world to hate him, to loathe him with pure hatred and let him feel the pain that he had put her through. But she couldn't; she loved him to much.

" Come on Nell, get a hold of yourself," she muttered.

Taking a few deep breaths she wiped away the tears and slowly began to stand up. She made her way over to the mirror to take a better look at the wound, wincing when she saw at just how deep it was. Maybe she still had some more ointment to apply onto this? Suddenly a sharp pain attacked her head, making her hand fly towards the pain. She shut her eyes, knowing that it must have been from the hectic day of working. Shaking her head roughly she hoped to clear some of the pain away as she began to stagger over to the door, beginning to feel dizzy. What's wrong with me? She thought, giving her head another shake. Maybe it was just from the loss of blood. She stopped near the door as the pain increased, leaning back against it and taking a few deep breaths. Mrs. Lovett's knees began to buckle as she slowly grew weak, the dizziness increasing. A shot of pain blasted through her head and she was on the ground, the darkness embracing her as she entered unconsciousness.

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Lydia