Hey. I'm sorry for not updating in a while. On Wednesday, I was cleaning the house for my parents. Yesterday, I was over at my boyfriend's house and we went swimming. Today, well, I just updated this story! Now that that's all out of the way, enjoy!


Sweeney Todd and Mrs. Lovett stared proudly at the "newly designed" barber's chair in Sweeney's Tonsorial Parlor. It took them a good week to get the job done seeing they could only work on it at night so they wouldn't be noticed. Both of them were exhausted, but were happy that the task was finally complete.

"It looks smashing, doesn't it?" Mrs. Lovett asked Sweeney as they took a seat on his bed. Sweeney nodded, smiling evilly to the thought of killing the Judge and watching his body tumble below.

"Yes…it does," He whispered sinisterly. Mrs. Lovett gave him a look and smirked slightly.

"Ye might 'ave t' work on hiding your feelings 'cause I'm not sure if the Judge would want you to shave 'im if you're lookin' at him like a fresh piece o' meat," She pointed out. Sweeney shrugged, getting up and taking out one of his razors to polish it. Mrs. Lovett sighed and got up.

"Well, I'm off ta bed. See ya in the mornin'."

"Alright," Sweeney muttered, watching Mrs. Lovett leave. When she was gone, Sweeney took a seat in his new chair. It felt rather comfortable. Sweeney Todd smiled slightly, loving how deceptive the chair is. Of course, it would only put to good use when the Judge and the Beadle show up. With a satisfied sigh, Sweeney put his shiny razor away and went to bed.


The next day was hectic for Mrs. Lovett when it came down to her business. Twice the customers showed up than normal and it was getting rather difficult for her and Toby to manage them all, especially a certain man who was vulgar and rude to Mrs. Lovett.

"Hurry it up, will ya? I came here to eat!" The man by the name of Adam Smith yelled. Mrs. Lovett smiled at him politely although her teeth were clenched.

"There is only two o' us, sir. So be patient for a minute while I get th' next batch o' pies," She said as cheerfully as she could, her voice was strained. The man gave her a toothy smile, although there weren't many teeth in his mouth to call it toothy. Mrs. Lovett turned away from him in disgust and went to fetch more pies. Smith laughed and turned his attention on Toby.

"Boy! I want some Ale!" He barked. Toby scurried over and poured him some. When Toby went to go to another table, Smith tripped him, causing Toby to spill the remaining cups of Ale that he had. Everyone laughed at the poor boy. Hearing the ruckus, Mrs. Lovett hurried out with her fresh pies to see Toby lying on his rump, looking miserable with Ale all over him.

"Be more careful, you fool!" Smith yelled, laughing hysterically. Mrs. Lovett's eyes narrowed dangerously as she marched over to where Smith was sitting.

"If yer not goin' to act yer age, sir, then I suggest you leave." Smith looked at Mrs. Lovett smiling at her in a sleazy sort of way.

"You want me to act my age?"

"Get out of here," Mrs. Lovett growled. The man's smile widened dangerously. Suddenly, the man shoved Mrs. Lovett up against a wall, causing her to drop all of her pies. The other customers gasped as he put his arm against her neck.

"A man of my age wants to get laid by a woman like you, my pet." Mrs. Lovett glared angrily at the man, causing him to put more pressure on her neck. Toby ran over and tried to pull the man off of Mrs. Lovett, but Smith flung the boy off of him with his hand. No one else tried to intervene. The man smiled and looked back at Mrs. Lovett.

"It looks like they want a show," He sneered, reaching to mockingly stroke Mrs. Lovett's cheek. In retaliation, Mrs. Lovett spit in Smith's face. The man backed off in shock, angrily wiping the spit from his mouth.

"You wench!" He yelled, raising his hand. Mrs. Lovett got ready to defend herself, but didn't need to because the man found himself being flung up against the wall by a very pissed off Sweeney Todd. The barber had his favorite razor up against the man's beefy neck.

"Unless you want to be the filling of my landlady's pies, I suggest you leave," Sweeney growled. He let the man go and watched him scurry off down the street. Everyone, including Mrs. Lovett and Toby, stared at Sweeney in complete shock. Sweeney turned his attention to Mrs. Lovett.

"Are you alright?" He asked her.

"I'm fine," She mumbled, still shell shocked. Sweeney looked at Toby.

"And you?"

"I'm fine, sir…" Toby muttered. Satisfied with the answers he got, Sweeney turned and went back into his shop.


After Mrs. Lovett closed up shop, she headed up to visit with Sweeney Todd. To no surprise, she found Sweeney staring out the large window in his shop. He was fiddling with one of his razors when Mrs. Lovett closed the door loudly. Sweeney turned and looked at her.

"Good evening, Mrs. Lovett." Mrs. Lovett placed her hands on her hips.

"Are ye nuts?" She exclaimed. Sweeney stared at her.

"What is this about?" He asked.

"Gee, I don' know…maybe th' fact that ye held a razor to someone's throat earlier this evening," She answered sarcastically.

"The man was being violent and unruly, Mrs. Lovett," Sweeney stated casually. Mrs. Lovett's eyes widened wildly.

"Mr. Todd, ye can't be drawin' bad attention towards yeself!"

"Mrs. Lovett, what I did wasn't bad. I was defending you and the boy. I didn't hurt the man, I only threatened him."

"Well, wot if he wos friends with th' Beadle? He could 'ave ya shipped off again!" Mrs. Lovett took a breath to calm herself slightly, "Look, I appreciate that you were defendin' me and th' boy, but ye need to be more careful in the future." She placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Alright?"

"Alright, Mrs. Lovett, I'll be more careful if it pleases you," Sweeney answered calmly. Mrs. Lovett smiled at him.

"Good. Now, would ye like to join me an' Toby fer dinner?"

"I'm not hungry," Sweeney muttered. Mrs. Lovett chuckled.

"Alright, I'll bring yer food up after th' boy and I eat." Before Sweeney could say anything, Mrs. Lovett left his shop. The barber shook his head slightly as he took a seat in his barber's chair. Mrs. Lovett seemed as stubborn as he was at times. With a sigh, Sweeney looked out the large window in his shop to continue his brooding.


My future chapters should be more action packed...I hope. Won't know until I do it! Anyway, please review.