Sweeney Todd quite reluctantly shuffled into Lovett's dimly lit, homely kitchen. He knew that he would have to get this over with, but he wasn't even hungry at all- he never was. Sweeney wore his usual frown as he directed his attention towards the middle of the room. There stood an old table, set with a couple of candles and a neat cloth and surrounded by three chairs. One of them was occupied by Toby.

"Where's Mrs Lovett?" He gruffly asked the young boy, making him jump.

"She's just getting the food, sir," he quietly answered, looking down at his hands and wishing that the baker wouldn't leave them alone for too long. Something about the man made Toby a little bit more wary and nervous than he usually was.

"Right," he muttered, sitting on one of the other wooden chairs. They sat in silence for a while, Toby fiddling with the bottom of his shirt and waiting uncomfortably.

"Do you know what we're having?" Sweeney suddenly asked him, after a while. Toby hadn't expected Mr Todd to start talking to him, usually he completely ignored him altogether. But still, it was only polite to give him an answer and Mrs Lovett had mentioned that she would like it if he started trying to talk to Mr Todd more..

"No. I haven't really seen her much, today,"

"You haven't?''

''Well, no.. not really. She's been preparing for tonight, ever since you said you would eat dinner with us," he said quietly, with a shrug. No answer.

"She can't stop talking about you, to be honest,"

Sweeney furrowed his brow, looking at him. Again, they sat in silence for a while, before Mrs Lovett came bustling in, holding a large tray of food, bearing three plates full of dinner and seeming very much her usual cheery self. Their businesses were now becoming so popular now that Mrs Lovett didn't have to find the cheapest things on the market to eat whenever she went shopping. Times were definitely still hard, but had drastically improved for them both recently. Not that Sweeney seemed to care much. She was quite surprised to see the moody barber at the table. Sure, he had said that he would come, but she didn't completely think that he would actually turn up. Especially after that little incident earlier on.

"Evening, love," she said, smiling at Sweeney and putting down their plates of Sunday dinner.

Sweeney looked up at her briefly, before apparently deciding that the table cloth was much more interesting to look at.

"Evening".

Mrs Lovett put the tray away and sat down opposite Sweeney and next to Toby. She gave a small sigh of relief; she hadn't managed to sit down all day because of how busy she had been cutting up bodies and making pies in the bake house.

"Toby, I forgot the knives and forks, could you be a love and go fetch them for me?" She asked the boy.

"Yes, ma'am," he said, before hurrying out of the room. Mrs Lovett looked at Sweeney.

"Good day?" She asked, trying to make conversation.

He grunted in response but she was used to him not answering her questions properly and wanted the night to be nice, so she didn't make such a fuss about it.

He noticed that she was still wearing her new red dress, and had even bothered putting a bit of makeup on, and doing her hair specially. Sweeney furrowed his brow at how he seemed to notice this.

Toby came back in not long later, and placed the knives and forks on the table.

"Should I get us some drinks out of the cabinet?" He asked her.

"Yes, actually love," she said, before looking at Sweeney, "what do you want to drink, Mr T?"

"Gin," he replied, almost immediately.

"Get us three glasses of gin then, please," she said brightly.

Toby nodded with a smile, glad that she was letting him have a drink. As instructed, he got their drinks and poured out their glasses, before sitting back down again.

"Thank you, love," she smiled. Toby sat back down.

Mrs Lovett and the young boy started to eat their dinner and seemed to be very much enjoying it as they engaged in conversation. Todd only picked at his.

"You not hungry, love?" She asked him, frowning. He shrugged, looking at his food, eating it slowly.

Mrs Lovett rolled her eyes, and sighed. "You are allowed to talk, you know."

''Nothing to talk about," Sweeney replied. He didn't look at her but she could hear the slight harshness in his voice. Mr Todd drank his gin instead of eating more, hoping that this awful dinner time with them would end soon. He wished that he hadn't agreed to it at all.

"Mum, do you need me to go to the market for you tomorrow?" Toby said after a few minutes, breaking the silence and looking up hopefully at her.

"No, we seem to have everything we need for he shop,"

"Are you sure?" He questioned, looking somewhat disappointed.

"Yes, dear,"

Mrs Lovett frowned slightly at his reaction, but decided not to take too much notice. After she and Toby had finished their dinner (the barber had left half of his), she served her and Toby a wonderful strawberry trifle. Toby wolfed his down, deciding that it was the best thing that he had ever eaten and making Mrs Lovett smile when he told her so. Still, Mr Todd sat in silence drinking more gin.

"Toby, who gave you that letter to give to me?" Sweeney very suddenly and very quietly asked the boy, not wanting Mrs Lovett to hear at all. As he had been sat watching the two smile and eat together he decided that he needed some more answers about the stories. Unfortunately though, Mrs Lovett heard him and interrupted before Toby could give him an answer.

"What letter?" She immediately interjected, curiously looking at Mr Todd. Was it something to do with when he had asked her if she had sent any letters recently?

"Nothing," Toby answered for him, before abruptly drinking his last inch on gin and standing up, "I'm going to bed, thank you for the lovely dinner."

Sweeney frowned at how suddenly he had gotten up to leave without giving him an answer. That brat! But before he could do anything about it, Toby was out of the door.

"Who's been sending you letters?" Mrs Lovett asked, getting up and piling up the plates to take out.

"Doesn't matter," Sweeney muttered, getting up and leaving the shop. Lovett frowned, unsatisfied at his answer and sad that he had also left so suddenly. She shrugged to herself, beginning to clear the table.

Nellie got up the next morning a lot earlier than usual to get the food ready for customers and to open up the shop. By mid-day, she had already sold almost three large trays of meat pies and almost all of the beer had gone. She hoped that she didn't run out of meat supply any time soon, because she sure did need it. She knew that she would be busy tonight making even more pies and she was already so tired running around for everyone. Setting two pints of beer down at a table for two gentlemen, she noticed that Toby was sat at the bottom of the steps to Mr Todd's shop, chewing the contents of a large bag of bon bons. Where had he even gotten the money to buy them in the first place? She angrily walked up to him with a faint scowl, waving a tea towel at him.

"Get up and start helping, I can't run this shop by myself!" Toby quickly nodded, shoving the sweets back into his pocket and scrambling to grab another couple of pies to serve. Mrs Lovett sighed at him, shaking her head and rubbing her forehead. She wished that she could take a break from all of this work.

"Ma'am, is Mr Todd in his shop? I need to speak to him," came a familiar voice from behind her. She turned around to be greeted by the sailor who had rescued Sweeney from his miserable years in Australia.

"Yes, he is," she answered with a polite smile, wondering whether it was something to do with Johanna again. Anthony thanked her and went to go to his shop. Mrs Lovett watched him and frowned when she realised what he was holding. A letter.

Meanwhile, Sweeney was also having a very busy and very good day of work. Underneath his barber shop was now a tremendous pile of fresh, bloody corpses. And, almost nobody had come in with their families and prevented him from ending their life! Sweeney had only just finished cleaning up the blood from his previous customer when there was another knock at the door. It was almost as if they wanted to die.

Sweeney smirked slightly at himself before calling, "come in,"

The shop door bell rang and Sweeney looked up to see Anthony stood quite nervously with his hands behind his back. Sweeney frowned, slightly disappointed.

"What do you want?"

"I've been told to give you this," he answered, holding out a letter for him. God dammit.

Sweeney slowly took it, hoping that it wasn't another M-Rated FanFiction. But, as he scanned through the first paragraph, he realised that it was from the same sender. He looked back up at Anthony, a thousand questions in his mind that he wanted to ask.

"Who told you to give me it?" He decided to start of with, scowling. The young man only gave a small shrug.

"Anthony, tell me who-" Sweeney stopped as Anthony suddenly left the shop, slamming the door shut behind him. He quickly went to go after him, but as he stood at the top of the stairs he realised that he had already managed to get away. Where were these bloody letters coming from?!


Thank you for sticking with this story, guys. Please tell me what you think will happen/what you want to happen! Who do you think is sending the letters?

Also, 'NV Berke' decided to make a Facebook page for this FanFic. If you search 'Sweenett FanFictions' on there, I'm sure you'll be able to find it..