Sophia's POV

So we walked back to the shop, where they were getting ready to leave, when I said:,, Uh, dad? There's a little thing we want to know about...''

They turned around to face us, when dad asked:,, What is it?''

I swallowed dryly and said:,, You see, we found out some new things about this place, that we aren't sure about the purpose about, so we thought, that since you've been working here along with Mrs. Lovett, you might know this?''

They both looked at each other and then back to us:,, What is it, then?''

I looked at Arthur and asked:,, From were do we start?''

,, The top.'' He said.

I nodded and the four of us; me, dad, Arthur and Mrs. Lovett went up to the barbershop. I could see dad's emotions changing by each step towards the door.

When we got to the top, we all got in and I sighed:,, Well, the first thing is here. I found out about it, when I was sharpening my razors, when I dropped on and I crawled to pick it up, when I pushed this pedal thing and the razor fell through a hidden chute, while the chair clicked and tilted backwards…''

Dad didn't look so happy anymore, when he quietly said:,, I know, this chair better than anything in this shop, because I rebuilt it into this device.''

I was surprised a little, yet excited to know the purpose of this mechanical monster.

,, Why did you need a chair that lead in a hole in the bake house?'' I raised an eyebrow.

,, Well, you see… These razors rarely shaved anybody…'' He pulled out his razor; he secretly hid in his prisoner uniform.

,, What do you mean?'' I asked carefully.

,, Well, these razors mostly dug through the skin to kill… I was a murderous demon barber, Sophia.'' He sat on the chest and looked to the ground rotating his razor slowly in his hand.

,, Dad, why didn't you tell me this earlier? Does anyone else know about this?'' I sat next to him.

,, Only you, Arthur and Mrs. Lovett…'' He sighed.

,, Oh, Mr. T., I'm sure the kids won't say anything about this, won't they?'' She asked.

,, Yeah, dad, your secret's safe with us.'' I leaned against his side.

He hugged me closer to him and whispered:,, I'm so sorry, that you have to find out this about me, angel. I'm a monster. I deserved to get hanged anyways…''

I felt tears raising in his eyes as I hugged him back, sniffing:,, It's okay, dad. I'm not going that little secret ruin our connection in any way. And don't say that, you're not a monster, dad. You're not…''

I chocked on my tears and he lightly rocked me, petting my head, whispering:,, Shh, it's okay, angel. I won't let anybody hurt you or take you away from me. Because I gave myself a promise to love and look out for you as long as I live.''

I nodded and buried my face in his chest.

,, And there's one more thing we need to know.'' I started.

,, Like what?''

I looked at Arthur.

,, Well, there's a little mystery down in the bake house…''

Mrs. Lovett frowned even more as he mentioned the bake house. I wondered if she knew about the corpse. Did she kill her? Or was she someone's accomplice?

I didn't get the time to figure it out as dad said:,, Okay, let's go then.''

I snapped out of it and followed them down to the pie shop and then to the bake house. Arthur unlocked the heavy metal door and we went inside the dark bake house. Once Arthur lit the place I noticed Mrs. Lovett's face, when she slowly backed closer to the wall next to the door.

,, Mrs. Lovett, are you okay?'' I asked, slowly approaching her.

,, Wha? Oh, yes, yes, I'm… I'm fine… jus… just fine, dear.'' She stumbled on her words, while her eyes stayed pinned to a spot in the distance.

My dad turned around and saw the poor trembling Mrs. Lovett:,, Mrs. Lovett, you okay?''

She jumped and fear was noticeable in her voice:,, Y-yes, Mr. T., I'm just… kids, go upstairs, please.'' She stiffly said.

,, You sure, mum?…''

Arthur asked, but he got interrupted by her:,, Yes, yes, I'm sure, now go.''

We jumped a little and ran upstairs, leaving them down in the bake house.

Mrs. Lovett's POV

I couldn't believe my eyes. It was Lucy; lying there, dead, decayed, so that could actually save me from Mr. T's anger wave, because of recognizing her.

He asked me in a serious face expression:,, Why did you send the kids up? They didn't tell the exact problem down here.''

I slowly looked away from her to meet his dark eyes:,, I… I don't know, why I'm doing this, but come…''

I slowly approached the dark corner with Lucy's corpse… or what's still left of her at least. I heard his heavy footsteps behind me and I started to get scared by his possible reaction.

I couldn't hear him behind me, which scared me even more, so I turned around to face him, when I saw him; dark eyes, trembling body, fist clutching a razor so tight, it's turning white.

I felt my racing heart, trying to escape my chest, but I tried my best to not to scream for mercy and plead that I didn't know about her, but I was scared, I couldn't even blink, thinking if I would he would kill me, while that happens. So we just stood there; him boiling in anger and sorrow seeing his decayed Lucy and me; scared to death, unable to move, speak, blink or even breathe, so I felt my lungs squeezing more and more by the second. I couldn't take it anymore, so I gasped for air, and that made him snap out of his thoughts and attack me.

He pressed me against the wall and growled, holding his razor to my neck:,, You knew she lived…''

I shook my head and cooed:,, I swear I was only thinking of you, Mr. T., I knew that if you would find her like this, it would break you even more, than making you believe she was dead. Would you really prefer knowing that your wife's a beggar, who doesn't remember anything from her past instead of thinking that she's sleeping peacefully in the grave free of sorrow and pain?''

He held my neck tighter, taking a good swing, when he froze, still holding the razor in the air.

He stood like that for a while, when I quietly spoke:,, Mr. T.?''

I felt his grip on my neck loosen as he collapsed on the floor, hiding his face in his hands. He mumbled something in his hands all over an over again, but I couldn't understand what it was. I don't know why I'm putting my self in danger, but I still approached him.

,, Mr. T.?'' I softly asked, stroking his back calmingly.

He didn't answer, when he suddenly hugged me, sniffing:,, It hurts so much to see her like this… Why did I deserve such punishment? I… I…''

I interrupted his unstable sniffs and hugged him close, sitting next to him on the floor, whispering:,, Shh, love. I know it hurts. This is why I didn't want you know about her. It would have hurt even more back then…''

He kept balling like this until I felt my shoulder getting a little wet. I looked down at him and saw… tears. Real tears!

I actually witnessed the scary, dark and heartless Sweeney Todd crying like a little child.

I guess it was my gentle heart, which couldn't let me just keep comforting him.

I lightly kissed his forehead and sang as I lightly stroked his hair:,, Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around. Nothing's gonna harm you, darling, not while I'm around. Demons are prowling everywhere, nowadays. I'll send them howling, I don't care, I've got ways. Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around. Nothing's gonna harm you, promise, not while I'm around…''

I heard a quiet sniff behind the half opened bake house's door. I turned my head and saw a dark hair lock shivering in the shadow.

,, Come in, love…'' I sighed.

The door opened and revealed Sophia, who was crying a little too.

She ran to Mr. T. and hugged him, whispering:,, I'm sorry, dad. I should've never mentioned this in the first place. I'm sorry…''

He let me go and wrapped his arms around Sophia's body and he whispered in her hair:,, It's okay, angel. We would found out about this eventually. I just can't believe it's really her… my Lucy…''

He fought off the next tears to calm him down.

,, So, she's your wife?'' She quietly asked.

,, Was… And yes. You also have a stepsister. Her name's Joanna. She's all grown up now, but I know that she still fears me after that evening I almost killed her, because I didn't recognize her for the first moment. Now she's gone, with Anthony in Plymouth probably married, with a family of her own…''

Sophia was so like him, I couldn't help, but hug her too:,, It's alright, dear. Let's just forget this ever happened and live for the future, eh?''

She nodded and said:,, Thank you, Mrs. Lovett.''

I wiped off her tears and smiled warmly:,, You can call me Nellie, dear.''

To be continued...

Wow, this was depressing and a little scary. All reviews will be welcomed and stay tuned for chapter 11! ^_^

P.S. Show some love for Sweeney! He cried like a child for this... ;)