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This chapter was written in a bit of a rush and I was watching movies while writing it, so... there may be some errors. Unfortunately, I do not have a beta right now and I really don't like re-reading my own work. Enjoy.

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The night that they had taken the man she had developed such a fearsome crush on was possibly (no, strike that, definitely) the worst day of her entire life. She had done everything for him and never, not for a single moment, thought that one day it could all be destroyed with such an easy amount of effort from a force that had been truly unexpected. The baker had prepared for the moment when it would be only her and the barber and no one else would matter to them, save for perhaps a child or two. She had gone to great lengths to secure this fantasy and now, seeing him taken away only hurt her and inspired a large amount of malice within the woman.

From the first moment Mrs. Lovett had laid eyes on Mr. Barker, she knew that he was the only desire her heart had ever wanted. It had been a nice day, out in the market and she had been shopping for ingredients to make the crust for her pies, which at the time had been something that people enjoyed and would pay to buy. He had been on his own at the time when she first saw him and it sent her heart a flutter, causing her cheeks to light up with a bright blush. Once she had managed to move closer, her eavesdropping ears happened to catch what he was saying and figured out that he was looking for a place to take residence and set up his own barbershop. The rest he said about his wife she didn't catch, though if she did, she may have never approached him and never had brought start to the greatest and most revolting killing spree London had ever seen. But, because she did not catch what he had said about having a wife, Mrs. Lovett approached him timidly and suggested that they live in the boarding above her meat pie emporium. She promised low rent and he eagerly agreed, happy that he finally had somewhere to go.

The day that he came to Fleet street was supposed to be a happy day, but instead the day turned into somewhat of a horror show. Benjamin (yes, she had already learned his first name) had came bringing with him a wife, who was apparently with child. After she had given them the tour and they settled on a price, she returned to her room where she proceeded to weep and mourn over her own stupidity. The couple upstairs were perfect together and how could she ever think that such a great man would not already be attached? But already her mind was clinging onto the fantasies that she had created on her own whim and now she began to form a new plan. Life was easily taken away, so why couldn't the love she thought they could have become true? With a few manipulations and hardly any effort, it would be extremely easy to succeed at the dreams she had planned.

The first part of her plan had already been put into motion before she had realized that the man she desired was taken. The day before he was to arrive, she had taken a short trip to the apothecary just down the street and secured a large amount of arsenic, claiming that there were pests in the cellar and she could not have them contaminating her pies. Mrs. Lovett had then taken the dinner she prepared for her husband, added in some of the poison and served it to him. Only a week later, the 'illness' that had been plaguing him had finally succeeded in taking his life away. The baker had played the innocent part of the lonely widow and secretly rejoiced when, at the funeral, Benjamin had come and given her a brief hug to comfort her. The first step was complete; get rid of the husband that made her unavailable and now, get rid of the wife that made him unavailable.

This step had been extremely complicated, as she couldn't very well poison Lucy without Mr. Barker finding out. And somehow she suspected that if he found out of her treachery, he would not be at all pleased with Mrs. Lovett's choice. But strangely, a judge seemed to be able to cut in and assist her while assuring that no one would ever realize that she had been behind the entire thing. Judge Turpin had arrested Benjamin and once Lucy informed Mrs. Lovett of what had occurred, the baker immediately promised her she would do anything to free the barber. She came to Turpin in innocence, promising him the world as long as he let the man free. When he discovered that they had a common problem ( a non-compliant lover), Turpin suggested that if Mrs. Lovett could assure him that Lucy would become his lover, he would free Benjamin Barker from prison.

Mrs. Lovett had convinced Lucy when the Beadle had come to collect her that the party would be good for her and that it would help free her husband from jail. When Lucy had insisted that she could not go because no one would watch Johanna, Mrs. Lovett so kindly offered to take care of the baby until Lucy returned. Unfortunately, the plan hadn't gone through as smoothly as she thought it would. It seemed that instead of wooing Lucy, like Mrs. Lovett had instructed, the Judge had decided to take advantage of her and therefore, forever ruined the chance that she could ever love him. Along with the crushed chance at a relationship, Judge Turpin had also chosen to shove Benjamin Barker onto the next boat out of London. Nellie Lovett and Lucy alike were both heartbroken at the thought that they would never see the barber again.

Of course, the widow comforted Lucy with fallacies and pretended to care greatly for the woman. But all of the blond's crying and depression only made her life worse and eventually, Mrs. Lovett decided that she could no longer withstand the annoyances that Lucy provided, especially due to the fact that she was still sore about losing Mr. Barker. With the leftover arsenic she had after the incident with her husband, Mrs. Lovett had served the barber's wife a large bowl of soup laced with the small remainder of poison. Another unfortunate event occurred when the baker discovered that the arsenic had not been enough to kill, but only melt the blond woman's mind until she went completely mad. By that point, it no longer made any sense to Mrs. Lovett to keep the woman around and reported that she had been stealing from her pie shop. Upon being brought to court, Turpin's mind had been clouded by the fact that he had once very much loved that woman and instead of sentencing her to death, he ruled her to be insane and sent her to a mad house. Upon finding herself with a child she did not want (for Johanna looked much too like her mother), Mrs. Lovett wrapped the bundle of joy up and had discarded it upon Turpin's doorstep.

But he had returned to her and now things could finally begin to go according to plan. Once they secured Johanna and ridded the world of Turpin, they could finally have the life that Mrs. Lovett had always dreamed they could have. How could one little idea require so much planning? It certainly took a lot out of a woman.

Sweeney Todd could not help but wonder what had gotten into the usually talkative woman today. He hadn't heard a single word from the baker and it almost worried him. Almost. No, he was relieved that she wasn't talking as much as usual, but it was extremely unusual not to hear her voice. In fact, just by looking at Mrs. Lovett, Mr. Todd had the faintest idea that she was not feeling well. Her look had been extremely vacant the entire day and every moment or so, she would sigh as if in some far off world. "Mrs. Lovett," He called softly after the fifth time she had sighed in only ten minutes. "Shouldn't you be working...?"

Her gaze brought itself back to his and very faintly, she nodded before turning the other way and walking away. Sweeney was not at all appeased at the way she turned so slowly and returned to the work that he suggested she get to. Something was wrong with the woman, but honestly, he could hardly loose any sleep over it. In fact, he may sleep even better without listening to her constant chatter.