Before we start the story of Tara Todd, let's turn back years ago, a year before she was born. Going back go a house on Fleet Street with something quite strange about to happen. Re-doing history, changing the lives of a Mister Sweeney Todd and a Mrs. Nellie Lovett's lives forever.

No yelling, no hurting, no fighting; just dancing. Just moments after a former Benjamin Barker's life were crushed into pieces, Mrs. Lovett tries to convince a blood-covered Sweeney Todd that murdering his wife accidentally wasn't all her fault…and not that bad.

"By the Sea Mr. Todd we'll be comfy cozy, by the sea Mr. Todd where there's no one nosey."

….

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

"Just keep living it."

"REALLY LIVING IT!"

Just then, a gust of wind, of death, but yet hope flew through Sweeney Todd, another epiphany, if you will.

"What am I going to do wifout 'er?" He thought to himself. Everything froze in his mind. "I can't forgive 'er for what she did to me… my Lucy, but she 'elped me…" He looked at her as if time had stopped and noticed her big brown eyes filled with fear and love at the same time. "That bloody woman." He scoffed. "She knows certainly well that I am going to kill her but she's just bloody 'appy to be in me arms…" He looked at Lucy, then Mrs. Lovett again. He did love Mrs. Lovett, just in different ways. But before he would compare and contrast his beloved Lucy with Nellie, Sweeney Jumped back into reality.

The oven was getting closer and closer. He could feel it on his cold skin. Mrs. Lovett looked into the demon barbers eyes. She knew her life was in his hands. His eyes were black and angry but suddenly she could see the reflection of the fire in his eyes. 'The bloody man 'as the nerve to throw me in!' She thought angrily.

As he got closer, Nellie threw herself onto the floor, missing to oven. Sweeney stumbled but managed to stay up. He wasn't going to throw her in the oven actually; he was going to toss her to the ground.

Mrs. Lovett started to cry in fear; she was on the floor helplessly, Mr. Todd was staring at her, clutching his razor, he took his precious friend, raised it, and looked at a sobbing Nellie on the floor.

"I'm done." Sweeney said in a hushed voice.

"W-what?" Mrs. Lovett asked, still shaking in terror.

Without another word, Sweeney Todd, The Demon Barber of Fleet Street threw his beautiful ruby catcher into the fire and closed the door, to never see it again.

"Mrs. Lovett…" He began. She was still on the floor, dumbfounded by his actions.

"Mrs. Lovett." He said again, louder.

"Yes?" She chocked out.

"Come my pet, get rid of these bodies and bones, and make this place spotless. I shall start our packing. We are done here Nellie… we can leave."

Nellie stared at Sweeney's outreached hand to her. She stood up and she turned around to see the mess behind her. When she turned back, he was gone.

The bake house was almost done when Nellie heard someone coming out of the sewer.

"Toby, is that you dear?"

"Yes mum."

"Where have you been boy? I missed ya." Toby seemed frightened at the sight of Mrs. Lovett. She went to him but he backed away.

"I…I know what you did mum. How cold you?! How could you let Mr. Todd make you murder those people like that!?"

"That ain't how it seems dear." Mrs. Lovett explained the whole story, tweaking parts of it like:

"The first person we killed was your old master. He was an awful man and Mr. T knew he wanted to hurt you. Mr. Todd was only looking in your best interest." Amazingly enough, the boy believed every stretched truth that came out of her mouth.

Upstairs, Sweeney had been finished packing for hours. There wasn't much. He only owned 5 shirts and 3 pants, Nellie owned 7 dresses and corsets and the only thing Tobias had to his name was a bottle of gin. Sweeney went to his old apartment to look at his bedroom for one last time. He knew the memories of those he killed would haunt him in his nightmares. He took only the picture of his Lucy with Johanna and the doll that he gave Johanna only so many years ago.

"You up 'ere Mr. T?" Mrs. Lovett asked from below. He didn't answer but came downstairs to Nellie instead. Just then, the coach pulled up. The tall man came out and secured the luggage into his coach.

"Shall we?" Mr. Todd asked with a grin, letting his arm out to Mrs. Lovett.

"Lets." She simply squeaked as she had her hand locked into Sweeney's and the other one into Toby's.

Ehh kinda short i know, but i already wrote most of this and I'm trying to stretch out the chapters in sections...

hopefully it will work like I've been planning it on doing.

This is second fan-fic so be nice and R&R

p.s - thanks to all the wonderful people who reviewed for my other story.

...another p.s. - this isn't a sequel to A Week They Won't Forget btws.

enjoy everybody! :D