I really hope you guys like this! This is not my first attempt at writing but it is my first fanfic., so reviews would be lovely.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Sweeney Todd (except for a CD and a shirt) and if I did, I would be one blissful teenage girl.

Night after night, it was the same grisly nightmare.

The midnight bells began their toll as he found himself on the corner of Fleet Street. The streets and alleys ahead of him were lined with hundreds of faceless men waiting to be slain. Sweeney reached for the silver friend at his side and smiled as his razor met the neck of the first man. Blood spilled about the cobblestone street and he continued his malicious murder of every man. Blood began to pool in the alleyways as the brutal carnage continued. Just a few hours later, the end of the line seemed to be nearing. Tonight's manifestation of horror appeared to be taking a different turn. In view of the fact that hundreds of men were bleeding in the streets of London, blood was now pooled up to one's knees. A few more fatalities and Sweeney would have finished his killing spree. Slashing the way to his final victim, he stopped short. Everyone else he had killed that evening was a man of no name. The final individual was standing with her back to him. She turned around, and Sweeney nearly dropped his crimson covered friend—it was Mrs. Nellie Lovett. This small and scrawny slip of a woman stirred within him nothing lore than feelings of detestation. Oh, but he hadn't always hated her. That one fateful night in the bakehouse changed everything.

That one night not so long ago, he had heard Nellie scream from the basement below. He had run to find the barely living Judge attempting to seize the hem of her gown.

"Open the oven." He commanded

She did as she was told and the two of them went to heave the poor man's body into the flames. As they were reaching for the Judge, Sweeney noticed the figure of the beggar woman.

Taking a closer look, he saw that she was delicate, beautiful, and pale, with yellow hair…she looked quite a bit like…Lucy. Lucy was alive, and this vile woman knew it. His Lucy was cold, alone and feebly wandering the streets of London begging for alms while he sat in his shop slaughtering innocent men to avenge her supposed death. In instinct and without thought he had ended her life with a flick of his razor…his own love. Sweeney's cold, grey eyes seemed to defrost a little as he stooped to the floor and pressed his blood spattered forehead to poor Lucy's dead one. After sitting there for many minutes, he lifted his head, kissed his dead wife on the nose, and stood to face the quivering woman before him.

"You lied to me." He growled as he stalked her to the wall.

"No, no love, never lied. I told you she took the arsenic, didn't I? Never said she died, no, never said she died…" She imploring while she rambled, stumbling backwards. She shook, startled as her back touched to cold stone wall.

In seconds, countless thoughts raided his mind…thoughts of murder, revenge, and deceit. How should he kill this cruel piece of a wench? A simple slitting of the throat would not suffice. He must be clever and imaginative in his gruesome plan, tricking her into a false sense of security, and then taking her by surprise. Affection would be her downfall. Yes, he knew she longed for his affection and would succumb to it under any circumstance. A smirk crept over his face as he whisked her into a spirited waltz. Round and round they danced until Nellie was immersed in such bliss she was no longer aware of her surroundings, her eyes fluttered shut in utter delight. They danced nearer and nearer to the open furnace. He knew her final moments were at hand. When they were within feet of the open oven, he gracefully twirled her out of his arms and hurled her to the flames. Sweeney stood with his back to the heat eagerly awaiting the sound of her scream to fill his ears as the flames licked her tender skin. Engaged in his own thoughts and triumph, however, he did not realize his aim was a bit off and he instead tossed her into the inner corner of furnace giving her just enough room to stumble away from it. Only when the noise had failed to reach him, did he turn around. He had always thought Mrs. Lovett a strong woman, but now it seemed he was looking at an entirely different person. Nellie now stood quaking in her own small embrace like a frightened child, trying to conceal the sobs shaking her petite frame. Tears slowly made their way to her once warm hazel eyes, now brimming with fear and hurt. She knew what he had just tried to do with her, she didn't know what to do with herself, and so she maintained eye contact while slowly slinking to the stairs.

"I-I did it b-because I loved you…" She stammered, voice quivering with sadness before staggering up the stairs as fast as her heeled shoes could carry her to her room.

Emotion swelled inside of him as he stared once again at the helpless woman in the alley as the bloodbath in the alley grew at an alarming rate before his eyes. The crimson liquid was up to his waist before long. He had just cocked back his arm when he heard a soft voice ring out in the peril…

"Benjamin! Ben, sweetheart, stop! This isn't you. This isn't what I want for you."

Lucy…

"Benny, you need her. She is all you have in that God forsaken world"

"No!" He cried into the night sky. "I don't need her. I have you!"

"No, Benny you don't. I was dead to that world the moment that poison touched my lips. Not even in a clear state of mind."

"She's trying to take your place. She will never take your place, I love you!"

"She is not trying to take my place Benny. You won't even let her have a place. Let her in, it's fine. I know that you love me and that she cannot take my place. All I ask is that you let her have one and now try and make the best of what little life you have left. That poor woman works day in and day out for you, and you show her nothing in return. Let go of the past, Ben. Let go of me, and I will remain. I forgive you, move ahead, and I promise I will stay in that place in your heart."

With that the voice ceased to speak again as a bewildered Sweeney Todd stood in blood up to his chest, staring at the night sky. He looked forward to Nellie Lovett standing uneasy in the blood, and watched her eyes roll back as she fell and sank.

No! Lucy was right, He needed her. She was all he had left, and she was slipping away. And….he needed her. He…he loved her. Frantically he reached his arms out to try and locate her in the blood that was now up to his neck.

She was gone.

A small cry of fear escaped Sweeney Todd as he sat up in his barber's chair sweating and trembling from his sudden realization….but could Mrs. Lovett ever forgive him? And so for the first time in a long time…the brave and stone-faced man broke down, and cried.

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