"Go away. Leave me alone." Sweeney mumbled angrily. Mrs Lovett could hear the despair in his voice. She ignored his warning and took a step inside the shop. The old wooden floorboard creaked under her weight. She slowly closed the door behind her and remained silent for a couple of minutes, waiting for Mr Todd to address her. Mrs Lovett took another cautious step towards him and she was now able to take a better look at the barber as the moonlight was lighting the barber chair; His shirt and vest were covered in fresh blood. From his silver 'friend' small red rubies were dripping to the floor, where a puddle of blood had been formed.

Mrs Lovett approached him a little more, always keeping a safe distance between herself and the unreadable man. He finally spoke.

"I thought I told you to leave Mrs Lovett… Stop playing with me… You don't know whom you're messing with." Mr Todd grunted as he stroked the back of his neck with his free hand, which was also colored red.

He wasn't obviously in a good mood. Mrs Lovett wasn't daft. She knew she was dealing with a demon, a killer. Under any other circumstance she would have dashed away immediately. But today was different. Sweeney Todd wasn't just angry. He was heartsick, she could tell. She breathed out, gathering her courage.

"I know perfectly well with whom I'm messing, Mr T. I come across strange people since I was a little brat… I'm messing with a demon barber who is angry most of the time, he loves spilling blood and being secluded in the safety of his parlor. And guess what? I'm still here and I actually help the demon to complete his revenge." She felt confident enough to brush her hand against the soaked cloth on his shoulder. He shivered under her gentle touch.

"And I also know that this demon is a man whose life was ruined. I know he's heartbroken… I know that you feel dead inside." She whispered so softly that he had to really pay attention to her to understand the last sentence that came out of her lips. "I'm dead too."

His gaze left the silver razor in his hand and focused on the woman who was standing by his left side. He noticed the pity in her eyes. Mrs Lovett pitied on him… Sweeney Todd was supposed to be cruel, not a pathetic fool like Benjamin Barker! His expression dulled. Mrs Lovett faked a smile.

"What do you want?" he knew that Mrs Lovett was too stubborn to leave him in his peace as long as he kept ignoring her.

"I thought you would never ask. Well, I went to the bake house after your little visit and I…" Sweeney was lost in his own world; he couldn't listen to Mrs Lovett's words. It was like someone had put between them an invisible barrier. He snapped back to reality when he heard her mentioning his name.

"Sweeney Todd slits throats. He doesn't vandalize the bodies. Remember? Explain yourself. Cause if you don't, you're in grave danger. I came upstairs with the intention of smashing your stupid head with my rolling pin." Mrs Lovett noticed a messy curl hanging loose from her hairpins around her face, placed it behind her ear and then crossed her hands.

"You forgot to bring it with you." Sweeney's eyebrows rose as he mocked her.

"That's why you're still alive." Mrs Lovett said trying to sound threating, although she was actually enjoying the little game they were playing. Mr Todd snorted with rage; he did not like it when she was taunting him. He was the one who used to have the 'upper hand'. She was his accomplice and owed him some respect.

He forced an ironic smile and stared at the smashed mirror to avoid having eye contact with Mrs Lovett.

"Is that all? If you're done you should leave."

"Mr T… I'm just worried about you. You're tense and I'd like to offer you my help." He could hear the affection in her voice. What did the crazy woman have in mind?

"And what would that be?" he attempted to sound uninterested, but he was really curious to know how could she help him feel better.

"A bottle of gin is waiting for you downstairs. We can snuggle in my parlor by the burning fireplace and talk about what happened. And don't worry about the lad; he's passed out on the table in my kitchen. He won't bother us. What do you think?" she asked hopefully.

He liked the first part with the gin. He needed a drink. But he wasn't going to snuggle with Mrs Lovett in her parlor! Hell no!

"Mrs Lovett I do appreciate your supportive proposal" if he was nice to her she would probably understand his pain and his need to be left alone "but it's not the perfect time for me and you to have a chat"

"If you talk about it you're going to feel better." She added and looked to her feet.

"I don't want to talk about it." Sweeney surprised himself by telling for the first time the truth to the baker. He didn't just want to get rid of Mrs Lovett, despite the fact that her company was oddly pleasant. Sweeney desired to be left alone, to think.

He had lost his temper earlier that evening. He had lost the control of his own body and bloodlust seized him. His mind was begging him for more. He couldn't stop. While his costumers were settling themselves on his barber chair, he eyed them hungrily. He could feel the adrenaline, his excitement run through his veins. It was painful to wait. It was painful to watch his vulnerable pray getting ready for its last shave, unware of what was to come.

Making their blood run until their flesh was ghostly, cold, was filling him with such exquisite pleasure.

After sending his first costumer to hell, two good looking men visited his shop. He knew that by attempting to kill the two men he put both Mrs Lovett and himself in great risk. He knew that the right thing to do was to shave them and let them be. But Sweeney Todd doesn't act according to what is right. Sweeney Todd is controlled by his want. Thus, he pulled his deadly weapon from the holster inside his coat, dodged behind the one who was already sitting on his chair and with a jerk of his hand removed the man from the world of the living.

His friend stared at his dead companion paralyzed with awe at the terrible sight and let out a horrified scream. Sweeney as quickly as he could gathered all his power in his right hand and advanced towards his next victim punching him hard at the jaw. The man howled in pain and lost his balance. His body hit the parlor's floor. The helpless man vainly struggled to get to his feet; the demon barber was standing above him. Sweeney clasped his fingers around the man's neck and pinned him to the ground. The costumer battled against Sweeney and tried to free himself from the barber's tight grip.

Sweeney got bored and pressed the blade of his razor on the man's throat. His victim stopped fighting, realizing that it was worthless. He raised his head to glimpse at his to-be-murderer face with disgust and spitted him. Afterwards he spelled his last words:

"Men like you deserve to die." He yelled and terror overtook his face once again.

"You're absolutely right!" Sweeney's mouth turned into an evil grin. Seconds later his smile faded, his eyes darkened. "But now it's you turn. See you in hell!" He scolded and pressed his blade into the man's throat. He felt alive after all those years…

After one hour and four more victims Mr Todd was about to close his shop for the night when a young man appeared on his doorstep.

"Mr Todd? The sign at your door said that you were open. May I come in?" said between breaths the obviously exhausted man.

Sweeney nodded quietly, still in a stage of shock from his previous thrilling experience. The man plastered a smile on his face and sighed with relief.

"Oh thank god! I have been searching desperately the whole day for an open barbershop! But it's Sunday, you see! It's hard to find anything open on Sundays! I have to look presentable for tomorrow!" he cheered and sat on the death-chair.

"May I ask what the cause of your celebration is?"

Sweeney didn't really where his costumer's joy was coming from. These were dark times. Evil hides behind every corner waiting for its pray, the plague decimates the population, rich bastards scam poor ones.

"Better ask who's the cause Mr Todd! A woman! The woman of my dreams!"

The demon barber frowned as he heard those words and envy overwhelmed him.

How naïve, how foolish that man was.

"Aren't you a little young to fall in love?" Sweeney questioned him while polishing his razors to distract himself from killing the lad that instant.

"True love is a burning disease only the young can bare. Love is not complicated as many adults say, people are." replied the costumer while he was unloosing the tie around his neck. Sweeney approached him from behind and placed a white towel on the man's chest. He took the bowl with the shaving cream in his hands and applied the material on his costumer's face.

"How is she?" Todd broke the silence and froze to the post he was standing. The man's eyes searched the room for Sweeney until he noticed him behind him.

"The woman I love?"

Sweeney rolled his eyes and pressed his lips in annoyance. The rumors were true. Love makes people act stupidly. The lad rested his head on the seat cushions and sighed.

"Well, she is perfect in every single way. She is a goddess! Her voice is angelic, her golden hair is soft and has its own glamour. I can't keep my eyes of her. And she also cleans and cooks! She is the ideal housewife!" opined and continued his mumbling about the girl…

"… and that's why I'm going to propose to her tomorrow morning! We'll be together forever; we'll make our dreams true and we are going to create a big family!"

Golden, yellow hair…

An angry tremble ran through Sweeney. The fool in front of him would soon be with the woman of his dreams while Sweeney Todd was doomed to spend the rest of his miserable life alone.

That boy was as naïve as Benjamin… He remembers Benjamin's excitement when he was about to propose to his dear Lucy. He wasn't aware of life's "hidden dangers" and didn't know how to overcome the difficulties his family had to deal with.

Sweeney decided to help him avoid creating a happy life and then watch it falling to pieces. He slowly slithered near the chair and looked at his pray. His eyes were burning with jealousy.

"Life is not fair! Happiness can't be found so easily." He clutched the razor between his fingers and prepared to make his move.

"Excuse m..?" the costumer didn't manage to complete his sentence; the demon barber sliced his throat. Horrified the man pressed snugly against his opened wound to stop the free flowing surge of sticking blood. He felt his own hands drench with the oozing red liquid. He couldn't scream for help or move his body. His remaining strength left his body. He tried to stay awake.

Sweeney roared with frustration and stabbed his costumer on the chest. How long would it take him to die? He wanted the man dead now! He desired to savor his masterpiece. He stabbed the man's neck another time, and another time, and another until his victim stopped moving.

"Mr Todd? Can you hear me? Is everything alright?" the baker's voice snapped him out of his recollection. She was bending down and was staring at him. Sweeney became aware of her closeness and shifted on his seat.

"Oh thank god! For a moment I thought you lost your marbles."

Sweeney rubbed his forehead and swallowed.

Oh god. He yearned for a glass of gin.

"Mrs Lovett? Can you bring me the gin we were talking about?" he pleaded her.

"Oh no Mr T. Like I said earlier, the gin is waiting for you downstairs…" she smirked playfully and left his parlor without spelling another word.

Sweeney's mouth fell open, his face flushed.

He was not going to fall for that. He was not going downstairs again! He could survive without a stupid bottle of gin…

A few minutes later Sweeney found himself leaving his parlor. He wanted a drink and he was going to have it!

New chapter for you guys! It was a little boring, I know. But remember, we want to bring Sweeney and Nellie together! And Sweeney is going downstairs (;))

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My school starts tomorrow! I'll try to update the next weekend. Stay tuned!

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