hey everyone iv taken a break from temptations that can't be resisted to write this. if its sucessful il do an update!

Summary

Mrs. Lovett catches a stranger's eye. Sweeney is not happy about this. So he gets into a bar fight with the man. Seriously injured, Mrs. Lovett is left to care for him. This is the start of their relationship. Sweenett.

Chapter 1: Lust, jealousy, and a new beginning

Sweeney Todd looked down at the scene below, fire lit in his hollow cold eyes. He was polishing his razor, wiping away the drops of blood on it with his cloth. He could not believe what he was seeing, the very site of it made him disgusted and his blood boil with anger. There, down below his shop, was Nellie Lovett, flirting with an attractive man Sweeney knew to be Sebastian Evans. He was an elderly man in his late forties, with chestnut hair filled with small grey streaks, small wrinkle lines outlining his dazzling smile and deep sea green eyes. He watched as Mrs. Lovett giggled, her fiery red curls bouncing up and down. He clenched his teeth as he watched Mrs. Lovett leaning over the table her dress hanging out, and Sebastian looking at her as if she was something delectable to eat. Even from up at the shop he could hear their laughter echoing up.

Sweeney huffed in frustration and turned away from the open door, throwing his 'friend' onto the floor in frustration. He began his pacing. He could not understand why he was so angry, what did he care of the bloody baker was throwing herself ridiculously at another idiot? His mind should be on the judge, and only the judge. But Sweeney could not erase the images of Nellie Lovett with another man. And it infuriated him. Sweeney shook his head roughly, trying to implant an image of Lucy in his mind. Yes Lucy, he thought. Her golden yellow hair like a horse's mane, he tried to remember the rest but that was about all he could remember. Sweeney gave a loud roar of exasperation. He whirled his hand round and knocked off a bowl of vegetable soup, his lunch that Mrs. Lovett had brought up to him. But of course Sweeney didn't care about eating it. He stood there, his body shaking in anger surrounded by shattered glass and puddles of soup. Seconds passed when the door swung open, an annoyed Mrs. Lovett stood there huffing.

"What the bloody hell is going on in here?" she cried. "I heard a loud crash and…" she stopped, looking around the shop and seeing the glass.

She gasped.

"Mr. T! Now why did you do that?" she placed her hands on her hips, awaiting his answer.

Sweeney didn't say anything. He took out another razor from his pocket and began to polish it, spotting every fingerprint and blood stain. He did not feel like talking to her. Mrs. Lovett sighed; she knew that she wouldn't be getting her answer. God only knows what went around in that man's head that made him do it, she thought. She looked at the glass. She knew that she should be cleaning the mess up but she didn't fancy doing it, knowing that there was a lovely gentleman awaiting her return. She looked out towards the door nervously then back.

"Well, I guess I better clean this lot up. I'll get Toby to do it."

She started to head out towards the door.

"Aren't you going to clean it up?"

Sweeney's gruff voice stopped her. She turned around to see that he was looking at her, but only for a second; he soon returned back to his razors. Mrs. Lovett pursed her lips.

"Well love, just that there's a friendly gentleman outside talking to me. And I would rather like to go back to see him." She soon found herself giggling slightly. "Quite the man he is."

She saw that Sweeney was looking at her again, his cold eyes seemed fixed on hers.

"Why. Aren't. You. Going. To. Clean. It. Up?" he asked dangerously.

Mrs. Lovett frowned slightly, trying to not let fear get to her when she looked into his eyes.

"Well as I said before Mr. T, I'm quit busy and was halfway chatting to a..." she was cut off when Sweeney chucked his razor on the floor with a loud thud. Mrs. Lovett took a sharp breath, her eyes still with his.

Sweeney didn't say anything, but his eyes seemed to tell her that she had done something wrong, though Mrs. Lovett didn't know what. She looked a little reluctant; maybe she should stay and clean up the mess? She pondered the thought then quickly squashed it out. Why should she? She was sick of being mistreated by him and yelled at by him.

"Look Mr. T. I'm going out now. I'll send Toby here to clean this up."

And with that, Mrs. Lovett headed outside and slammed the door, still feeling Sweeney's eyes burning onto her neck.

Sweeney stood there, finding it hard to believe that she had just slammed the door on his face. He stood there for a few minutes, pondering that moment. He had stared at the baker for most of the time, but not just because he was being polite. His eyes had seemed to wander down to her slender curves, admiring her. Sweeney shook his head. Of course he wasn't admiring her. Just...just...he shut his eyes. What was happening to him? Surely he did not find the baker...attractive? An image of her flashed in his mind, and he remembered how many men were attracted to her. Maybe she was pretty...Sweeney's mind began to recount the image of her as he thought of every detail of her. He shook his head when he realized what he was doing. Mrs. Lovett, attractive? He only hoped that she hadn't seen him looking at him, he had after all quickly darted his eyes back to his razors when she noticed him staring at her. Sweeney opened his eyes and walked over, picking up the razor, he continued to polish them; yet his thoughts were still on one baker.

The day seemed to pass by in a hurry and it wasn't long before night had fallen. Sweeney had stayed upstairs at his shop all day. Unfortunately not many customers had come; this put Sweeney Todd in a foul mood. His thirst of blood had deepened, having only slit two customers' throats. He was hungry for blood; he heard his stomach give a small rumble, he was also hungry for food. Sweeney ignored his stomach and walked over to the window staring out into the night. He usually only had one meal a day; having been starved back in prison. Sweeney looked down and frowned slightly, he could see Toby wiping down the tables but there was no sign of Mrs. Lovett. Not that he cared, but he did wonder where she was. His stomach gave another rumble, crying out for food. Sweeney decided that maybe he should eat something; he knew the woman would be eager to make him something just so he could eat.

He trudged down the stairs and made his way to the counter. He was quite surprised to see that the baker was not there, the room was dark and silent without the cheery sound of her humming. Sweeney looked around the distant room, he was tempted to go outside and ask the boy if he knew if her whereabouts when he saw a small pink note attached to the counter. He walked over and silently read the scribbled message.

Mr. T,

I've just gone out with Mr. Evans to the local bar. Won't be back for a while so don't wait up. Could you please hide the gin from Toby? Thanks love.

Mrs. Lovett

Sweeney crushed the note in his fist, his teeth seething. He could not believe that she didn't even have his dinner ready; didn't this woman always want to help him? And going out like some common whore? Out this late? Didn't she know what happened to women who went out to bars this late? Out of all the men to go out with why him? The memory of the baker with Sebastian played back in his mind; he remembered the way he stared at her. As if he wanted to eat her there and then; and that look troubled Sweeney. Sweeney released the crumpled note letting it fall to the floor.

Sweeney walked over to the cabinet filled with the bottles of gin, but he did not intend to hide it from Toby. Opening the bottle he started drinking, the hot fluid rushing down his throat. Sweeney put the bottle down with a bang on the counter then sat there in the darkness, thinking. He could not understand why alarm bells were ringing in his head and why he felt as if he should follow Mrs. Lovett. He knew that he did not trust Sebastian, not by the way he was looking at her. Sweeney thought of this as he took another swing of the Gin; it sounded unusual that he did not trust him just because he looked at her in a way that Sweeney did not like. Sweeney shook his head, why did he care anyway? It wasn't as if he cared for what happened to Mrs. Lovett; whatever happened to her would be her own stupid fault and not his. So why should he let her problems interfere with his? Sweeney took another swing of the drink and tried to forget about her and Sebastian, but put his thoughts back onto the judge.

"Filthy bastard," Sweeney said bitterly before taking another gulp of the drink.

The judge. He had raped his poor, innocent Lucy. For nothing, now his poor Joanne was to suffer next. And other women out there in the streets of London. ʻJust like Mrs. Lovett?ʼ A small voice had whispered in his mind. No, Sweeney thought firmly. ʻBut you know Sebastian is trouble, yet you sit here drinking as if you are happy to let an innocent woman be hurt by this man.ʼ Well sheʼs not exactly innocent, she has helped me hide the evidence of the people I have murdered, Sweeney debated. "Only because she loves you.ʼ Loves me? ʻWell Sweeney why else would she cook those people?ʼ to help her business he thought, well it was obvious. ʻNobody would do something that sick, the answer is that she cares for you deeply. And you're willing to let her suffer just like your Lucy.ʼ This last comment had hit Sweeney hard. No, he thought firmly. ʻyesʼ. ʻNO! ʻto thinkʼ, the voice continued. ʻyou had a chance to save her but you did not.ʼ Sweeney shook his head roughly, then continued to drink. But the voice continued to talk and Sweeney could not get rid of it. Sweeney continued to drink as the voice built up in his head, each time getting louder and louder.

"Alright!" Sweeney yelled, knocking the bottle of gin over. It fell to the floor, the glass smashing everywhere.

Sweeney sighed as the voice finally left him in peace, he knew now that he had to go find Mrs. Lovett. Sweeney groaned, he felt his head pounding and his stomach bubbling. He felt sick, from all the gin and no food. He got up and stood wobbling slightly on the spot, he felt dizzy. He stumbled over to the counter sink, clutching his stomach; he heard his stomach rumble and the gin swishing around in his stomach. Leaning over the sink he retched, vomit pouring out of his mouth. Sweeney gave another groan feeling sick, but he had to find Mrs. Lovett.

The door swung open and Toby walked in, he had heard the loud crashing noise and went to investigate. His jaw dropped when he saw the broken glass and the drunk barber.

"Mr. Todd sir! What happened to you?"

Sweeney ignored Toby's questioned and made his way to the door as he spoke.

"Boy, where is Mrs. Lovett?" he hiccupped; the alcohol affecting him.

Toby frowned.

"Why?" he asked suspiciously.

Sweeney stopped at the door and glared at him.

"I don't have to answer to your questions! Just tell me where she is!" he spat.

Toby glared back at him.

"Why should I tell you? So you can just go and ruin her happy night? That Mr. Evans is a nice fellow and treats her nice; and I don't want you to go and ruin her happiness."

Sweeney continued to glare at the boy but he just glared back determinately, he was sick of being pushed around by the barber. Sweeney knowing he wasn't getting an answer this way. He grabbed Toby's front collar, pulling him towards him. Toby's eyes widened in fear and shock.

"Now you listen to me," Sweeney whispered threateningly as Toby kicked and struggled against him. "Tell me where she is or else."

Sweeney knew that he didn't have to say anymore, Toby had gotten the picture. Toby was silent for a few minutes, pondering what he said. But then again, what did he care what Mr.

Todd did? He only cared about Mrs. Lovett.

"No," he said stubbornly.

He saw Sweeney's eyes narrow. Sweeney thought of ways to make Toby tell the truth. But all he could think of was more threats and he knew that they wouldn't work; it looked as if Toby was willing to lay his life down for the baker. Sweeney took a deep breath then exhaled. He released Toby. Toby tumbled backwards surprised at this.

"Look boy, I'm a bit worried about Mrs. Lovett. With the man she's with."

Toby frowned.

"What do you mean? She said that he was really nice and friendly."

Sweeney shook his head, not believing that he was having this conversation with him.

"Well I don't."

Toby thought of this, and his eyes narrowed.

"You just want to tell me this so I'll tell you where she is."

Sweeney nodded a bit.

"Maybe, but do you really want to take that chance?"

Toby scrunched up his forehead thinking. Did he want to take that chance? And even if she was in danger, since when did Mr. Todd care about Mrs. Lovett? But if so, he didn't want the closest thing he had to a mum to be hurt. And if anyone could save her it was Mr. Todd. Toby was running through all these thoughts, until he decided that he better not chance it.

Looking into Sweeney's eyes he said "She's at 96 Avenue Street, at that Mr. Johnson's bar."

Sweeney nodded curtly at the boy and left the shop, on his way to the bar.

Mrs. Lovett giggled as she took a sip of her glass of red wine. She was sitting at the bar next to Sebastian who had finished telling her a funny past time story. He took a sip of his glass; Mrs. Lovett noticed how many drinks he had seemed to have. She wasn't much of a drinker herself, only having two small glasses. He gave a small sigh of satisfaction and she simply smiled, happy to be out of the dark gloomy shop and somewhere with light, music and fun.

"You know my dear Mrs. Lovett," he started. He ran his hand up her dress and up her leg to her thigh, admiring it. Mrs. Lovett gasped.

"What are you doing?" she asked hurriedly swatting his hand away from her leg.

Sebastian gave her a dazzling smile and a wink, he touched her cheek slightly. Mrs. Lovett melted at this, silently forgiving him. After all he did have one too many to drink she told herself.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered.

Mrs. Lovett's cheeks colored a light shade of rose, and before she knew it he had grabbed her waist and pulled her in for a deep kiss. Her eyes widened as she kissed him back, she felt his tongue travel in eagerly exploring her mouth. She smelt the breath of rum and beer on him, but she pushed these thoughts out. Though the kiss didn't seem as romantic as she had imagined it was still a kiss, and Mrs. Lovett hadn't had one of them for a while. So she reluctantly kissed him back, feeling him pulling her in deeper. He released her and she fell back slightly, noticing that he was breathing quicker than before. She also noticed that her heart race wasn't racing like she thought it would, she felt as if the kiss had never happened. Like it didn't mean anything. She saw that he was licking his lips, a small grin on his face.

"Why Nellie, you're a great kisser."

Mrs. Lovett was a little surprised that he had said her first name, but told herself that it didn't really matter anyway. However she did not know how to respond to his comment, so she just gave him a weak smile. Suddenly she felt a shadow over her, she noticed that Sebastian was looking up looking surprised and was that...fear? Mrs. Lovett turned around her seat and gasped when she saw Sweeney Todd standing there. Well wobbling. He looked a mess, he looked sick and tired. Mrs. Lovett recovered herself from the shock before speaking.

"Mr. Todd, what are you doing here?" she asked slowly.

Then a sudden thought hit her, did he see her kissing Sebastian? What did he think? And more importantly, was he jealous? Mrs. Lovett squashed the last thought out; of course he wouldn't be jealous. Why would he be? Mrs. Lovett followed Sweeney Todd's glaring eyes and saw that they were on the frighten Sebastian.

"Mr. Todd," Sebastian quivered. "What are you doing here on this fine evening?"

Sweeney gave him a small smile that did not reach his eyes, this made Sebastian uncomfortable.

"Oh just popping around for a drink. To check in my land lady, and sir I want to ask you something. Were you or were you just not kissing Mrs. Lovett?"

Sebastian and Mrs. Lovett gasped at this.

"Mr. T!" Mrs. Lovett exclaimed indignantly. She pointed a finger into his chest as she spoke. "You have no right, no right what so ever to ask questions like that! Whatever relationship me and Mr. Evans share is between me and.."

"You stay out of this." Sweeney said cutting her off.

She gasped and began to protest when she felt Sebastian's reassuring hand on her shoulder, so she stopped.

"Look Mr. Todd," Sebastian said in a well mannered professional tone. He took Mrs. Lovett's hand. "Mrs. Lovett is a free woman and obviously an attractive woman. Now you can't expect for me to just..."

Sweeney glared back at him as he spoke, not really listening to a word. All he could think about was when he walked into the bar to see them kissing. He had experienced a mixture of feelings that he did not expect, anger, fury and...Jealousy. The last one had confused him the most. He could not understand why he had felt that, but had quickly shook the feeling away. He was so sure that he was just too drunk to recognize his own feelings. Sweeney watched Sebastian talk, that somehow infuriated him. How dare he kiss his landlady then expect it to be ok? The hot bubbly anger boiled up in Sweeney, rising up in his chest. Before he knew it there was a loud wham. He had punched Sebastian right in the left jaw. Mrs. Lovett gasped, her hands on her mouth. Sebastian tumbled backwards, just on his feet but swaying slightly.

"Mr. T! What...why...?" Mrs. Lovett sputtered.

Sweeney ignored her, his eyes on Sebastian. He watched as tiny drops of rubies spilled out from Sebastian's mouth, it has been a hard punch. Sebastian put his hand to his mouth, touching the blood. His eyes met Sweeney, he glared right through him. "Right Mr. Todd, I've tried to be fair." Sebastian said rolling up his sleeves. Sweeney smirked, surely the great fool did not think of challenging him to a bar fight?

Sebastian raising his fist in the air he gave a strike at Sweeney, punching him in the cheek. However his punch was not as strong, for Sweeney's face moved slightly backwards but he did not tumble over like Sebastian. Sweeney gave him an evil smile, ignoring the gasps and cries from Mrs. Lovett.

"Guys stop it! Please, Sweeney, Sebastian! Please stop this!"

But both men ignored her, the game has started. Sweeney though another punch at his face, Sebastian returning it with a hard punch in the stomach causing him to topple over. Mrs. Lovett screamed. The whole bar seemed to have stopped doing whatever they were doing to watch the fight; after all they all enjoyed watching a good bar fight. Mrs. Lovett had walked in between the men; she faced Sebastian and met his eyes. "Please love, if you do care for me...please stop this."

Sebastian however swatted her away, focusing his attention back on Sweeney who was on the floor. After all he knew that the baker was a widow, therefore desperate. He could have her after he had dealt with the barber. He walked around her to where the barber was. Sweeney had quickly gotten up, kicking Sebastian unexpectedly in the shin, then grabbing his arm he twisted it behind his back, a move he had learnt in the prisons of Australia. Wincing in pain Sebastian quickly kicked Sweeney from behind in the leg; Sweeney was forced to release him. Sebastian took his chance and grabbing the nearest beer bottle he smashed it through Sweeney's chest. Glass shattered everywhere, it sprinkled on the floor and cut through Sweeney's clothes and skin, blood dripping out and staining his white t-shirt. Sweeney fell back at this last attack, he lay on the floor wincing in pain. Sebastian stood over him, smiling evilly. This had been the last straw for Nellie Lovett, her cheeks red with anger she stormed over to Sebastian. He gave her a dazzling smile.

"Nellie, love..."

But before he could finish his sentence he felt a hard sting in his cheek. Nellie had slapped him across the face. She glared up at him. She should have known to stay away from him, she should have known that he was not good news. Ever since he had stared hungrily at her and touched her in a way that made her feel uncomfortable. But of course she had felt lucky, happy that someone had actually taken an interest in her and found her remotely attractive. How wrong was she?

"How dare you!" she screeched. "Don't you ever come near me again!" she looked down at him then back up to his face. "You dirty, perverted...bastard!"

She gave him one final swift look then rushed back over to Sweeney, who was lying on the ground in pain.

"Come on dear, it'll be ok," she said helping him up.

Sweeney winced in pain as he got up. His body stung all over from the cuts and bits of glass stuck in him, he had a purple bruise on the right side of his face, his stomach felt worse than before and his legs felt as if they would collapse. But he forced himself to walk with the baker. As they passed the stares of people Sweeney turned his face around to the side where Sebastian stood, shocked and dumbfounded at Mrs. Lovett's actions. Sweeney cast Sebastian a winning smile, enjoying seeing the fury and annoyance in Sebastian's face. He limped out the door of the bar, his arm around Mrs. Lovett's. He looked down at her and she gave him a smile. Sweeney Todd knew that he would always remember this moment.

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