Thank you guys for all the lovely reviews for without you I wouldn't have updated! And to defying expectations for beta reading half of this fic! First of all I'm sorry for such a big wait, especially leaving you on a big cliff hanger. But i am buried nose high in assignments and now have a new job etc. But here we go! Now this one I will say was one of the if not hardest chapters to write and i realllly hope i did it justice. Not so great at writing these things. Anyway enough rambling, onto the chapter! Oh and randomly, anyone else upset that the harry potter era has finally come to an end?

Disclaimer: I do not own Sweeney Todd. They belong to Tim Burton, Stephen Sondiem and all actors/people who contributed to the wonderful musical and movie.

Chapter 10: Surrender

Sweeney slowly stood up, hearing the crunching of litter under his boots and the cracking of his knees. To Sweeney's relief the judge didn't hear it as he was too lost in his thoughts of Johanna. Sweeney clutched the murderous weapon in his hand, striding towards the judge, his shadow trailing behind him. The judge heard a small rustle from ground and turned around, letting out a heaving gasp at the sight of Sweeney Todd before he let out a relieved sigh, placing his hand on his chest to calm down his rapid heart rate.

" Mr. Todd," the judge claimed, his lips curling into a small smile. " I thought that you may have been one of those miscreants that often loiter about. "

Sweeney's mouth tugged into a sinister smile at just how naive and vulnerable the judge was now.

" Ah, I happened to overhear you, my lord, and am very sorry to hear that you seem to be distressed," Sweeney said politely, hiding the hatred in his voice.

Sweeney wanted to make sure the moment was right, he wanted the judge to know exactly who he was and understand why he was going to die tonight. If he just butter up he judge for a few more moments, he would have his revenge.

The judge blinked before he pursed his lips. " Oh sir, how seldom it is one meets such a graceful, beautiful flower like my Johanna."

The judge looked out towards the distance at the memory of Johanna. Sweeney'sinsides bubbled and blistered with hot, fiery anger like a volcano about to erupt. Turpin talked about her as if she was his property. Sweeney forced the small smile to keep playing on his lips, not wanting to give himself away…not just yet.

The judge turned back to Sweeney, giving him a small smile. " How seldom it is one meets a fellow spirit."

Sweeney said in a soft growl, " With fellow tastes...in women, at least."

The judge blinked. He took a small step back and creased his eyebrows.. " What?" he asked.

Sweeney's smile grew dangerously. " The years no doubt have change me, sir," he whispered, his eyes glistening like his razors, as he took a step closer. " But I suppose the face of a barber, the face of a prisoner at the dock, is not particularly memorable."

Sweeney paused, his eyes wide in anticipation.

The judge stared back, frowning. He looked at Sweeney, squinting, as if trying to read tiny writing. Then it hit him like a gust of wind. His eyes grew wide as he took another frightened step back.

" Benjamin Barker," he let out in a faint whisper, his body beginning to tremble.

Sweeney 's teeth flashed white, his heart thumping wildly against his chest and his eyes raging with the hunger to kill. " BENJAMIN BARKER!"

He raised his razor in the air and in a flash of glinting silver Sweeney struck Turpin's neck, letting him endure the pain for a few moments before yanking the razor out, receiving a gush of warm blood on his hand. The judge choked and spluttered, his hands flying towards his neck, clutching it, as though trying to ease the pain. His bulging eyes looked up at Sweeney as he fell to his knees with an astonished, pleading expression. Sweeney suppressed a chuckle as he panted heavily, looking down at his enemy. He stabbed the judge's neck again, letting the razor dig deep into his flesh before releasing it. The red liquid rushed out like a river of crimson water, splattering his boots and pants with the blood. Sweeney made another strike, always making sure that the cut was deep enough to inflict him in pain, but not to deep so that the Judge would die. He wanted to savor every second of this. Finally Sweeney gave one final lash at his neck, slicing his throat with an easy tear, watching the blood pour out. The judge's eyes rolled backwards, his mouth gurgling on the frothing blood before he fell on his side. His face slowly turned to stone surrendering to death as his body lay there, his head hanging limply against his body.

Sweeney Todd stared at the body. He had murdered the Judge. He had avenged his wife, he had completed what he had come back to London to do. It was only now that Sweeney realized that he was panting and that his forehead was sweating.

The door swung open and he quickly looked back, fearing that it was the Beadle. He gave a small sigh of relief when he saw that it was Mrs. Lovett. She gasped, before quickly recovering herself at the sight of the judge, brushing her dress uncomfortably. Sweeney frowned at her. Mrs. Lovett looked at the dead body, exhaling before smiling at Sweeney.

" Well, you sure had your revenge, love. I guess I just didn't expect it to be this…" She paused, looking at the bloody scene and waving her hand towards it. " Messy."

Sweeney didn't reply, his eyes now back on the judge. It was true; he was lying in a pool of blood that spread out to where he and Mrs. Lovett were standing; bits of brain oozed out of his cracked skull and torn pieces of flesh splattered onto the ground. The stench of the blood was already beginning to drift into the air and it lingered beneath their noses.

Mrs. Lovett pursed her lips: Sweeney had turned his back to her, and he hadn't said a word since she had come. She wanted to ask him so many questions…but most of all, she wanted to go home, knowing that the beadle would be here soon. Sweeney, however, seemed rigged to the spot.

Sighing, she walked over and took his arm, giving it a small pull. " Come on, love, we can't stay here forever. The guests will be out soon to see what's going on, fortunately though the doors were very good at concealing the noise. But still.. we don't want to get caught."

Sweeney tore his eyes away from the body and studied her silently. " How did you get away from the beadle so fast?"

Mrs. Lovett's lips curved into a small smile. " Well, we were only dancing for a few moments before he saw a lady whose bosom was falling out of her dress. Of course, he went for her."

She stopped, looking back up at the barber. His eyes were back on the body and he didn't seem to be paying attention. She sighed, knowing that he was day dreaming about Lucy again.

" Come on, love," she said softly.

Sweeney dragged his eyes away from the body again and nodded. Giving him a weak smile, she began walking home, Sweeney Todd at her side.

The thunder let out a booming clap as the clouds slowly drifted together before large bullet shaped droplets began pelleting down, splashing Mrs. Lovett and Sweeney in water. Mrs. Lovett sighed, her lips pouting into a small grudge as she began to speed walk her way to the pie shop. Sweeney however continued at his slow pace; his thoughts still seemed to be somewhere else. She finally reached the door, the grim expression still on her face. She was tiered and wet and couldn't wait to sit down and rest her legs; but she wanted more then anything to speak with Sweeney now. She wanted to talk about the future, their future. After all, the baker thought as she took out the keys from her purse and strained her eyes in the dark to find the right key. The Judge was dead now and for all he knew Lucy was dead. Her heart skipped a beat as she put the key through the lock. Maybe now...she cast a glance at Sweeney and sighed, seeing his eyes on the door but his mind somewhere else. Maybe now that his revenge was complete, he may move on. The Baker couldn't help but dream a little.

She opened the door and walked in, hearing the pattering of the water falling onto the ground. She shivered once entering the cold room, her wet dress clutching onto her now icy cold skin. She walked to the kitchen, lit a candle and went to the cabinet in search of gin. She looked up and saw Sweeney enter the room with the same robotic expression on his face. She poured two glasses of gin and led Sweeney into the parlor, handing him a glass. Sweeney's eyes scanned the dim room as he took a sip, having only been in this room a few times. The floral wall paper was a faded gold and green, peeling off at the ends, a maroon settee took up most of the room in the middle near the cracking brick-wall fireplace, matching plush chairs were at ether ends of the room, rich red curtains draped over the windows and a grand ivory piano sat in the corner collecting dust. Sweeney studied the pictures of her and Albert, standing side by side with plain expressions on their faces, but as he looked closer he could see Mrs. Lovett's sorrowful eyes.

" Mr. Todd?" Mrs. Lovett said softly to his back.

Sweeney broke from his thoughts and turned to Mrs. Lovett who was sitting on the settee, gesturing for him to sit; so he did.

" I was thinking," she said slowly. " Whats going to happen now? I mean...the Judge is dead and Joanna-"

" She's gone," Sweeney whispered, interrupting her sentence and briefly looking up at her. " Antony had finally rescued her."

Mrs. Lovett pursed her lips and lowered her head. " Well," she said thoughtfully, taking a sip of her gin. " I think it was for the best love, after all he seemed to be very well in love with her and its got to be a better life for her then when she was with him."

Mrs. Lovett looked back up at him, and knew that he was thinking the same thing and that he never got the chance to say goodbye. She opened her mouth before closing it, thinking carefully as to how she would word this. " Sweeney," she started, trying to meet his eyes. " You know that by tomorrow, the men will be here? We're both in danger."

She stopped, taking a deep breath and awaiting for his response. Sweeney frowned at this remark but didn't look at her, his eyes still staring fixedly ahead of him. " Sweeney," Mrs. Lovett said, cutting to the chase. She placed a hand on on his to try and catch his attention. " We have to go."

Sweeney turned towards her, his eyes flashing in a cold glare. She pursed her lips and flinched slightly as he shot out of the seat, dropping the glass onto the settee and walking towards the window. Sighing Mrs. Lovett stood up and follow him.

" I know that shes gone, and that I have my revenge," Sweeney whispered, his eyes looking outside. " But..but I just can't seem to let her go. Lucy."

Mrs. Lovett shut her eyes for a second in pain. Todd tore his eyes away from the window and back to Mrs. Lovett and that was when she saw it, his lustrous eyes on her. They were gleaming with lust, desire, longing; and they were on her. It hit Mrs. Lovett like a raging hurricane; he was lusting for her and maybe...Mrs. Lovett swallowed. Maybe something more. Mrs. Lovett took a small step forward, feeling the heat intensify and her breathing quicken. She looked down and could see his chest rising up and down as his eyes locked with hers. Together they both felt the burning sensation raging inside of them; lust, longing and desire swirled together in a roaring energy that yearned to escape them. Before she realized what she was doing Mrs. Lovett's shaky hand was on his shoulder, she took a sharp breath at this gesture, her eyes following her hand. Slowly she let her hand glide down his arm and to his hand, enclosing her fingers around his. Sweeney's eyes flung to his hand and watched as she took it, slowly placing it to her beating heart.

" Life is for the alive my dear," she said quietly, looking up from her lowered eyelids. " And I think its about time that we both move on. She's gone, and fifteen years is a long time to go on without a woman."

Sweeney's eyes stared at her chest where she had placed his hand, her heavy breathing causing her breasts to rise up and down from her dress so that they almost burst from her corset, catching the barbers attention. His eyes feasted on her, noticing that her dress, now almost see through due to the rain, was clinging tightly onto her skin. Slowly Mrs. Lovett slid his hand down her sides to her waist, feeling his breathing quicken as she did this. His eyes followed his hand, studying her slender curves and pale, snowy skin.

He couldn't take it anymore, reaching out his hand cupped her cheek, letting his finger trail down the side of her smooth, cold skin. Mrs. Lovett stood their, shivering slightly at his touch. He let his hand slide down her jaw to her neck then down to her waist where his other hand was, studying the trail. Mrs. Lovett couldn't help but flutter her eyes at his very touch, then before she knew it he pulled her waist in and captured her lips into a passionate kiss. Mrs. Lovett's eyes widened as she was flung into his chest, before she closed her eyes and surrendered to his kiss. She found her arms entangling themselves around his neck as he pulled her in closer, letting her petite frame press up against his tough chest. They broke apart, both gasping for air as they stared into each other, their eyes staring at each other with a dumbfounded look.

The fiery passion intensified and her lips seized his again. Mrs. Lovett deepened the kiss, feeling their tongues collide in a heated passion as she felt Sweeney pushing her backwards into a wall, his lips never leaving hers. Mrs. Lovett didn't even feel the thud of her head against the wall as she continued to kiss him. Mrs. Lovett could feel the thundering of his heart rate against hers as he pressed himself against her, his lips trailing down her jaw. Mrs. Lovett tilted her head back and let out a small moan as they traveled down to her neck and collarbone, entangling her hands through his coal black hair. Mrs. Lovett's legs trembled as she tried to make scenes of this all; but everything was a dizzy blur as any logic she had shutdown.

Mrs. Lovett jumped up and wrapped her legs tightly around Sweeney's waist and her arms around his neck, and as if by a reaction Sweeney snaked his arms around her back, pulling her in closer. Then he was in her room, letting the baker fall gracefully onto the bed. Mrs. Lovett panted heavily as she laid on her back, her hair cascading around her shoulders and her eyes, staring up hungrily at Sweeney with anticipation. Then he was on top of her, his body pressed up against her as his lips took hers again. Mrs. Lovett hands worked quickly at undoing his buttons as his roamed her body, making her eyes flutter and lips moan before his shirt was finally off.

Sweeney began with the task of undoing her corset, groaning frustratedly as his fingers fumbled with the laces before he finally untied it. Mrs. Lovett let out a heaving breath as they both attempted to wriggle out of their clothes, tossing them carelessly beside the bed before their lips hungrily met again, their arms lost in each other's embrace. Sweeney broke from the kiss and looked down at Mrs. Lovett, exhaling at the sight. She bit her lip nervously; with the awful thought of him being displeased with her.

" So beautiful," he murmured, his eyes raking her bare body before locking back with her eyes.

Mrs. Lovett felt herself melt like hot butter at this comment as her lips possessed his. Her hands slid up his back as his slid down her sides, both aching for each others touch. Sweeney positioned his knees just outside her thighs as she brought her right leg up, tightly wrapping it around him. His lips trailed down her chest before he pressed up against her body and she arched her back; making her throw her head back as she groaned his name. Her hands entwined around his neck as she pressed her lips against his once more; together they embraced their love.

The moonlight beamed through the cracked window, the pearly rays bathing the entwined lovers in a misty glow. Mrs. Lovett let out a blissful sigh, her eyes fluttering open as she took in the atmosphere. Her arms were around Sweeney in a gentle hug, her head resting against his bare chest as his soothing heart rate left her in a calming state. Sweeney was laying on his back, his eyes blinking up at the ceiling. Mrs. Lovett's fingers crept up to his chest as she began tracing the lines of his scar, studying the swirling trails; Sweeney rolled over to his side at this action and stared at her. Mrs. Lovett gave him a small smile as she snuggled up against him, placing a kiss on his chest.

" I love you," she whispered into his chest.

Sweeney swallowed, pulling the bakers body closer to him.

" I know," he sighed.

A small frown creased on Mrs. Lovett's eyebrows as she propped her chin on her hand.

" Do you love me?" she asked in a whisper, already regretting the question.

Sweeney shut his eyes for a second and sighed, looking back into her coffee brown eyes.

" I don't know," he replied quietly, surprised at how honest the answer was. Because the truth was that he didn't know. His head was filled with so many confusing thoughts that any attempts to make sense of it would have given him a headache." I feel something for you." he began slowly, thinking carefully. "But..I just can't bring myself to say I love you. I guess those words have only been used for one woman." he finished.

Mrs. Lovett's eyes saddened for a second before she looked up from her eyelids, nodding as if she understood.

Sweeney found his lips tug into a small smile as he leaned in, pressing his lips onto her cheek. " Come on Nellie, go back to sleep."

Sweeney laid back down; his action of addressing her by her first name brought a small smile to her lips as the baker snuggled closer to him, letting her head fall to his chest. Sweeney smiled, his hand resting behind his head comfortably and the other stroking Mrs. Lovett's cheek affectionately. He had a million thoughts racing through his head but he brushed them aside, deciding that they could wait till morning. He will love me one day, Mrs. Lovett thought as she let out a yawn, her eyes slowly closing. I'll make sure of it. Together they both closed their eyes, surrendering to their blissful dreams.

Well first of all a big thanks to defying expectations who beta read this :) I honestly don't know what it is with me and titling these things from Evanescence songs. Guess there such an awesome band :) Anyway please leave a review and tell me what you think, especially since this is the first time that I've written something like this. Like really, i always suck at these scenes. I mean pretty sure its not in M, borderline T maybe? Anyway please leave a review, remember the more reviews the faster time Il try and update!