-1Authors Note: Characters do not belong to me. This is just the result of listening to the soundtrack repeatedly. If you enjoy it yay! If not, I'm sorry.

Alone, he sat. In that chair where so many before him sat. Sadly, those before him had met their ends in that very chair, all by his hand. He did it all for her. Oh what he'd give for just one moment with her again. To just see her golden hair, and that smile. That smile that would ease him into believing there was no evil in the world. He ran his hand over the picture, over her face. Just to touch her again. He frowned as he tried to remove blood from it. Her eyes watched him, he was sure of it. He closed the double frame out of shame, and got out of the chair. He walked to the cracked mirror, and gently sat the picture down. He examined himself, his pale cheeks seemed to almost glow eerily, his hollowed eyes seemed to expose how empty his soul was, and his dark hair, highlighted by streak of white, he had changed. No doubt. If she saw him now, she'd run in disgust. He punch the mirror again, more cracks creeped across the surface of the glass. Benjamin Barker had become Sweeney Todd, and in turn, Sweeney became a broken man.

He stalked across the floor, his boots making a soft tapping noise against the wood, to the massive window. He peered out at a gloomy London, this really was the worst place. So many haunted memories of her. His hand instinctively went to his razor. He gazed the streets, looking for an sign of a customer. Business was slow today, as Ms. Lovett would say, since the judge disappeared. Just the thought of the Judge Turpin's face as he slit his throat brought a shadow of a smile across his face.

As quick as it had appeared it was gone, as he turned towards the door. Footsteps, it was about time. He had been waiting all afternoon. Ms. Lovett knocked on the door, before letting herself in.

"Here you are luv," she murmured as she laid the small tray of pies next to the picture. He rushed over, and grabbed the picture, slipping into the top drawer unnoticed. "Have a little judge," she told him. "Fresh out of the oven. Go on." she demanded putting one of the pies in his hand. He looked at it questionably, before cautiously placing the treat in his mouth. All at once, his hard work seem to pay off. The judge who had thrown him in jail under false charges, the judge who took his Lucy, sending her to her death, the judge who kidnapped his daughter, was finally gone. Well he would be once these pies were gone.

"Ms. Lovett, you've outdone yourself," his scratchy voice complimented. The pie was everything he had hoped for, well except for the part where he was sharing it with Lucy. Ms. Lovett's eyes seemed to light up at the compliment, as she gave him that dark smile. "Has the boy turned up?" He mentioned, changing the subject. He didn't like it when she got that look. He didn't care for her, he never could. Not like his Lucy.

"Nothing," she said, with a sigh. She walked past him and sat in the chair. "Oh I do hope he's alright," she added softly, "I'd hate to think of any harm coming to him." Sweeney just looked at her, as he finished the first pie and picked up two more. He walked over, placing one in her hand and took his place by the window.

"I hope he's dead," he muttered between bites, "I only regret not being the one to finish him off," he added staring at the window. It was amazing how people could just casually walk to and from, never seeing the evil of the world. "They all deserve to die."

"Mr. T! How could you say such things?" Ms. Lovett asked, taking a nibble from the pie, "Toby was a good help," she defended. "He did everything that was asked of him."

"You know as well as I, what he'll do if he's still alive," Sweeney replied, turning from the window. The people made him sick, and he wanted to be able to finish the pies. "He will tell someone, and what will that do for your business," he pointed out. She looked away, she knew he was right. But some reason she had developed a strong attachment to the boy. He wished he'd of finished the boy off with Pirelli.

"Maybe not," she hoped. He couldn't take her foolishness anymore, he appeared in front of her, pinning her to the chair by her neck.

"Enough," he snarled, secretly enjoying the fear in her eyes. "You said yourself he wanted to go to the authorities. What makes you think he would go turn us both in if given the chance," he reminded her, pulling out his razor. "It is best for us all, if he's good and dead." He finished with placing the tip of the razor against her delicate neck. After a few moments of a panicked look from her, he released her, returning to the window.

She placed her hand over her neck, and calmed her breathing. She wanted to believe he'd never actually go through with it. Somehow a part of her still feared he may one day. "Oh, you're not waiting for," she asked, making a slicing motion over her neck. Ironic how a moment ago it could have been her neck. "Mr. Todd, haven't you had enough for a while. Remember luv, we need to keep our nose clean, now that the judge has disappeared." She said soothingly, walking over and putting her hands on his back. "Let us go get ready for the dinner rush," she suggested, resting her face against his back.

He pulled away from her, "Leave me," he said harshly.

She moved away, and made her way to the door. She hesitated, before walking out and slamming the door behind her. She huffed as she gathered her skirt and walked down the stairs to her shop. She walked through the shop, and into the living area. Ms. Lovett looked around a moment, the sadness overwhelming, she honestly hoping the poor boy was safe. She went to where she kept the gin and pulled out a bottle from the back. Shaking it, she discovered only a swag left. She held the bottle up to the light, letting the amber light wash over her face before drinking the last bit. Coughing a bit she dropped the bottle on the sofa. She continued to the bake house to pull Beadle and Lucy out for dinner. She looked around the bake house at all the pies, there were enough for tonight, maybe the lunch rush tomorrow.

She balanced as many trays as she could, before making her way slowly up the stairs, avoiding tripping over her skirt. Setting the pies on the counter in the store, a small puff of dust floated up, inside would have to wait for later, now she need to get the outside ready. Leaning over one of the tables, she scrubbed as hard as she could. She stood up and wiped her brow, looking up at Sweeney's barber shop instinctively. Her was partly surprised to see him standing at the window, for a second it almost looked like he was watching her. Shaking the thoughts out of her head, she went to fetch the bird food. The birds sang more with filled bellies, and their singing resulted in more full bellies leaving her shop.

She looked back at the window, slightly relieved he had vanished. She loved the man. She always had. But there were just times when the look in his eye would make her nervous. Like he was reading her mind, looking into her soul. She could never let him find out the old beggar woman was his beloved Lucy. She'd be thankful once the night was over and Lucy would be gone.

Shame, however, how the poor woman's life turned out. She pitied the poor thing. But there was no point in dwelling on the past. She would be twice the wife to him. She only hoped a small part of him, just a small sliver of him, would feel something for her. But she was okay if it never happened. She would be happy to be "Mrs. Sweeney Todd"

Snapping out of daydream, she finished washing tables, and double check everything. "Time for dinner," she said aloud, go to flip the sign on the door to open. She unlocked the door and already had customers.

"'Ello dearie," she greeted them cheerfully, making her round with the pitcher of ale. "How are you doing this evening?" "Is there anything else?" she'd occasionally ask.

"Excuse ma'am," an old man called out to her.

"More ale luv?" she asked, about to fill his mug.

"Oh no ma'am," the gentleman replied, with a toothy grin, "I was just wonderin' where that boy was," he stated looking around, "Is he makin' the pies? He always so cheery!"

Ms. Lovett dabbed her eyes, "The poor dear has vanished," she responded. "Oh I do hope he's alright." She added.

The man lowered his eyes, "I'm sorry to hear that ma'am. We will pray for a safe return," he added, grabbing her hand and patting. She smiled her thanks, and excused herself to attend to the rest of the guests.

The rest of the night passed by quickly, she sold out of pies, and had to turn away people. Finally, she was alone. She looked at the mess, and looked to the street, hoping Toby would return. Laughing at her own foolishness, she got to work on cleaning up. When she was done with clean up, she headed up the stairs to check in on Mr. Todd. "Mr. T," she called, before opening the door.

He awoke to the bell ringing, he turned his head towards the door, razor open in his hand. He saw it was only her, and eased back, dropping the razor. "What is it?" he asked harshly, closing his eyes again. She never came up after dinner, she usually stay below with, oh that's it. The boy.

"Oh nothing," she replied, stepping forward. "I just figured you'd be hungry, is all." She said defensively. "How about you come have a pie with me luv?" she added, with another step forward.

"No," he replied. He could hear her soft footsteps coming closer. He knew she was stubborn, he knew she was in love, and he hated to admit, he used the last part to his advantage. But now, he knew she was lonely. Not that he cared, he told himself, he just felt bad for her. He knew how the loneliness could haunt a person. He had haunted him for fifteen years, and it continued to do so. He sighed heavily, and put the picture frame out of view. He didn't care for her, he reminded himself again.

"Filled up on judge?" she suggested, making an excuse for him as she always did. She sighed softly, "If you're sure then," she added, hoping he'd change his mind. She waited a moment, before turning and walked to the door. "You know, luv, it's not right. Up here alone in the dark, I mean. She's dead, and moping around here isn't going to bring her back. Lucy Barker is dead. So is her husband," she reminded, before letting herself out, slamming the door.

Sweeney sat in the chair, flicking the razor, open, close, open, and so on. He raspy throat released a growl as he threw the razor from him. How dare she! She had no right to talk of Lucy, his Lucy. He groaned as he held his head in his hands. He needed something, he needed someone to walk in, more than anything he need her. He got up swiftly and appeared at the window, watching. He beat the glass with his fist, surprised the glass didn't give in to him, before his heavy footsteps echoed across the floor as he made his way to the door, stopping only for a second to snatch the razor from the floor. "You shall drip rubies," he crooned, before slamming the door.

Nellie sat at the table, waiting. She knew he'd come down. If anything, he'd come to kill her. At least it would end the pain, the suffering. She could hear his footsteps from above, and raise her eyes to the ceiling. Any minute now, he'd at least come to threaten her. She had crossed the line, but she knew what she had said was the truth. Lucy was dead, Benjamin Barker was dead as well. All that remained were fragments of a memory. She heard the door open, and glanced over. Just as she expected, he stood there, the silver shining in the dim light. She simply closed her eyes.