My sincere apologies for the delay! I let someone borrow my laptop and they used it for almost all of the day. But, I prevail! It's 11:30 PM! BWAHAHAHA!!

Two more weeks have passed and the Beadle has not shown up at Sweeney Todd's Tonsorial Parlor. This was deeply pissing the demon barber off. He wanted his blood and because of his bloodlust, he was killing more men who dared to look at the baker who lived below. He wouldn't always kill them in his shop. Sometimes, he'd go out at night and hunt them down. Sweeney did this to cover his tracks in a way. He also did it so Mrs. Lovett wouldn't get suspicious.

Sweeney paced angrily in his shop, quickly turning when he heard the bell above his door. He relaxed when he saw that it was Mrs. Lovett with his dinner.

"'Evenin', Mr. T," She said to him as she handed him his food.

"Good evening, my dear. How were the customers today?" He asked politely. Mrs. Lovett looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"'My dear'?" Sweeney quickly looked away from her briefly, silently kicking himself.

"It's a pet name…" He mumbled. Mrs. Lovett, whose eyes were still on him, chuckled slightly.

"It's alright, love. Its jus' tha' ye rarely use 'pet names'," She pointed out. Regaining his composure, Sweeney grunted and started to eat his meal. Chuckling some more, Mrs. Lovett turned and went to leave.

"Where are you going?" Sweeney asked quickly, almost in a demanding sort of way. Mrs. Lovett gave him a puzzled look.

"I was goin' back down to me shop…unless ye want me t' stay 'ere?" She asked slowly. Embarrassed by his actions, Sweeney nodded timidly and turned back to his food. Smiling slightly, Mrs. Lovett pulled up a chair and sat beside the barber.

"How were the customers?" He asked after an awkward silence.

"Rowdy, as usual. You?"

"None were the Beadle," Sweeney growled as he took a large chunk out of his meal as if he was a lion eating a freshly killed antelope.

"Ah, dear, soon will come. Th' man will need a shave eventually," She reasoned. Sweeney glanced at her, getting lost in those beautiful brown eyes. Sweeney had noticed that he seemed more and more attracted towards his friend than ever before, so attracted that it is hard for him to restrain himself from kissing the bloody woman where she stood.

"…'ello? Ye in there?" Mrs. Lovett waved her hand in front of Sweeney's face, quickly snapping him out of his thoughts. The man cleared his throat, trying his best to keep a blank look on his face.

"Sorry, was lost in thought."

"Really? I couldn' tell," Mrs. Lovett replied sarcastically. She could've sworn that she saw Sweeney's face turn a light shade of pink for a brief second.

"I can't get that slime off me mind," The barber said as steadily as he could. Sweeney really wanted to say that he couldn't get heroff of his mind. Mrs. Lovett smiled kindly at him, resting her hand on his shoulder.

"Don't distress yerself, Mr. Todd. You jus' need some patience, that's all," She said softly, making Sweeney want to kiss her right then and there. Instead, he quickly finished his food and handed her the tray, smiling politely at her.

"I'll try and take your advice, Mrs. Lovett."

"Good. Now, I'll see ya fer Gin later. See ya then." With that said, Mrs. Lovett left the flustered barber alone in his shop. Cursing, Sweeney stared out the large window of his shop. He couldn't deny it any longer. He was in love with Mrs. Lovett. It wasn't a bad thing, he supposed, but it was getting steadily harder to talk to the woman without having the strong urge to kiss her. He knew that she probably didn't feel the same for him. He grinned slightly.

Well…not yet, at least…

It was very late at night when Sweeney Todd sent his victim of the day down the chute to the bake house below. As quietly as he could, he headed down to the bake house. When he got there, he shoved the body into the oven and he watched it burn with satisfaction. The man he had killed had grabbed at Mrs. Lovett's butt while she was walking past his table. After getting a sound slap across the face, the man headed up to the barber shop to have his neck roughly slit by Sweeney Todd.

Nasty slime…Sweeney thought to himself when he thought back on that incident. When the body was nothing recognizable, Sweeney turned off the oven and headed back to his shop. He sat down in his chair and took out his razor to clean it thoroughly. Sweeney was thinking about how he was going to win over Mrs. Lovett. Flowers would be too mushy, so he scratched that idea. Jewelry? Out of the question. Mrs. Lovett never cared for it. Suddenly, Sweeney was hit by a brilliant idea. He'd cook breakfast.

"Brilliant!" He whispered as he got out of his chair to put his friend away. It wasn't much, but it was a start. He knew it would be hard to win over the baker's love seeing she's dead on the inside like he was. The barber smiled to himself as he got undressed. If he could be alive again, then so could she. Happy with his brilliant plan, Sweeney went to bed and slept rather well throughout the night.

The next morning, Sweeney Todd got up bright and early. He quickly got dressed, putting on his finest colognes. He almost merrily headed down to the Pie Shop. Satisfied that no one was in the kitchen, Sweeney quietly headed to the second story apartment where Mrs. Lovett and Toby slept. When he saw that both Mrs. Lovett and the boy were sound asleep, Sweeney headed back to the kitchen. He was full of so much confidence until he looked around. In horror, he realized something that he didn't realize the night before. He had no idea how to cook. Sweeney glared at the kitchen and cursed at himself for his stupidity.

Bugger…

If I could have my summery for this story show more than two genres, this would be where the humor comes in! Please review!