Please read Chapter 10 before reading this!

Mrs. Lovett then awoke in her chair and looked around before coming to the disappointing realization that it was all just another dream.

But, her frown seemed to slowly deteriorate when she turned to the loveseat and saw his beautiful self asleep.

A part of her wanted to lie down next to him and hope he wouldn't wake up. But another part of her knew he would awake and she also didn't want to possibly awake him from whatever dream he was having because she knew he wasn't having another nightmare. She could tell by the somewhat peaceful expression that was plastered across his face.

In anyone else's eyes he may have been a killer, a heartless person, a man with no soul… But in her eye's he was the man she was in love with.

Oh he was a beautiful sleeper… Not to mention an incredible being.

Sighing, she got up and put a few more logs on the fire. Mrs. Lovett then sat back in her chair and tried to finish reading the last two pages of her book, but she was distracted by the sleeping barber across from her.

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At dawn he was awake. His head no longer throbbed and he no longer felt tired or groggy. For some odd reason he felt… at ease. He slept so well last night. He didn't know if it was because of hitting his head on the counter or what but he didn't feel troubled or haunted.

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips when he noticed Mrs. Lovett fast asleep in her chair. She must have been awake less than a few hours ago because she had the fire going. Glancing at her again he realized that she reminded him of something, perhaps a dream… He didn't know.

She looked almost like some kind of deranged angel with the fire illuminating her face and how she looked almost beautiful in her peaceful state of mind. A small speck of him wanted to kiss her until he mentally smacked himself for thinking of such a preposterous idea. He reassured himself by blaming the hit on his head. Surely he would never be attracted to Mrs. Lovett.

So, thinking of nothing more, he crept back upstairs. After all, it was the morning.

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"Feeling better love?" Mrs. Lovett asked as she entered his shop later on that morning.

"Yes." Mr. Todd replied in a tone that shocked him and Mrs. Lovett. He seemed somewhat- happy, in a non-happy way.

"In a merry mood today are we Mista T?" She dared to ask.

"Merry, Mrs. Lovett, is not a word in my vocabulary." He replied through gritted teeth, her comment seemed to have spoiled the mood.

And what is? She thought as she pondered on a few words; grumpy, cold, soulless, grouchy, broody… The list went on.

Ignoring his reply she sat his basket of freshly clean clothes on his dresser and turned to him, "So are ya gonna sit up 'ere all day or are ya gonna come to the market with me?"

"'Might rain again." Mr. Todd replied when in reality it wasn't the rain he wanted to avoid, he rather liked rain, he felt it reflected his gloomy outlook on life. What he really wanted to avoid were the people. Sweeney Todd hated people and being that he had not killed a man in almost three weeks, he was going simply mad. Or madder that he already was in his case.

"Alright then, I'll be back in a few hours or so, do you need anything?" Mrs. Lovett asked, a slight sign of disappointment in her voice.

When he didn't reply, she left and within minutes she was gone, much to his displeasure… He was lonely, although he would rather not admit it. Revenge was his obsession, his thirst, his hunger… But now it was taken, gone... What did he have to fulfill his life now? His life on Fleet Street would soon be over when he left with Anthony in a few days. Which reminded him, he still didn't tell Mrs. Lovett that he was leaving. He didn't have much to pack besides his clothes and his pictures of Lucy and Johanna. Then again, he didn't necessarily have to tell her, but he felt he owed her the courtesy of telling her instead of leaving her oblivious to where and why he had gone. After all, she did make his revenge possible.

He didn't talk to her for the rest of the day; he made it perfectly clear that he was in no mood to chat when she came back from the market.

He wasn't mad at her he was just a tad bit pissed off at her existence. It was the fact that he was leaving and she was going to found out some how. He was also secretly mad with himself because he knew that deep down he didn't want to cut her out of his life and he didn't know how she would take it. Would she be relieved? Would she be upset? He had the feeling it was that last guess…

Sweeney Todd made his decision; he was going to tell her.

This chapter was supposed to be wayyyy longer but I decided to save it for the next one. I must apologize for the long wait I don't want to get into it but believe me if there was a way I could have updated I would have. I love you all and review would be loverly! By the way… major events are near… we're talking cliff-hangers, surprises and much much more! :D