Sweeney belted towards the door that lead to the back stairs. He had to tell her, and now. He had figured it out, and found that he wanted it this way.

He opened the door and started down the stairs but stopped about a quarter of the way down hearing voices, he stood still and listened.

"Mrs. Lovett we've received more complaints about your bake house, we'll need to go down and have a look." they pushed past her .

"Uh… officers…"

"Ma'am, we just need a look, so if you'll be so kind as to show us the way."

"Right this way." he heard her say reluctantly.

'Shit, she must have stuff down there still.' he thought to himself. He descended the rest of the stairs when he heard them leave the area. She turned to him when she saw him come into the room, her eyes filled with shock, terror, and her cheeks began to glisten with tears.

"What all do you have down there?"

"Bones, a full grinder, and a half a body." she said, her voice shaking. He turned to go down the stairs with his hand reaching for his razor, but a tug on his sleeve stopped him. "You can't, that would make four authority figures and too many people saw them enter the shop." She was right, there would be no way to weasel out of that one. The only thing they could do was run. He grabbed her hand and roughly pulled her behind him. They exited the door and hastily walked a few feet to the right. Then upon seeing four cops down the street they turned and headed in the other direction. The two cops that had went down to the bake house had exited the shop.

"Seize them!!" they yelled to their comrades. Sweeney stopped on a dime causing Mrs. Lovett to run right into him. He turned to see the other cops heading for them and encircle them. Trapping them in the middle of fleet street. A crowd began to form around the small ring of cops. Sweeney turned his head around to look at them all hoping to find an escape route. There was none; although he could pick out the two that had been in the bake house. Their faces were pale and their bodies shaking. He reached down to his razors in his Hollister apparently startling one of the frightened officers causing his finger to slip on the trigger. With a loud bag and screams from the women in the crowd the gun went off and Mrs. Lovett fell to the ground beside Sweeney. He turned and fell to his knees beside her.

"NO…" he yelled picking her head up off the ground and cradling her in his arms. Blood poured from the wound at her shoulder. It pooled under her soaking his pant legs. She looked up at him with shock in her gaze, her eyes filled with tears and her hand reached up to touch his face.

"Sweeney." she whispered.

"No, don't do this, don't go. I love you. You told me every thing happens for a reason and I've only just realized that that is what has happened to me. I was never supposed to be with Lucy she was only a foot note in my lift, only there to bring me to you. I was always supposed to be with you. I was never ment to stay Benjamin, I was always supposed to be Sweeney. Don't leave me, your all I have left." he said tears in his eyes. He lightly touched her cheek traced his fingers down her jaw line and over the gauze around her neck. He slowly ran his fingers over the thin red line where he had cut her.

He grabbed her hand in his bloodied one. She just looked up at him, tears spilling down her cheeks. Not from the pain in her shoulder, not from the knowledge of her impending death, but at the sound of the words "I love you" coming from Sweeny Todd's lips. His face rested in her palm, and she mustered a feeble smile.

"I love you too." she whispered so low he could barley heard her. Her body fell limp and lifeless in his grasp. Her hand fell from his and hit the cold cobble stones of the street. Her eyes stared up at him glazed over with death, her blood continued to pool beneath her. His cry could be heard clear to the market. With out so much as a sound or any sign that he saw the crowd any more. He laid her body down in front of him and reached slowly to his side and extracted a razor from the Hollister at his side. He lifted it before his face. The silence in the street would have astounded him if he had realized that he was still surrounded as he opened it and stared at it's silver beauty.

"Come now my friend, rest now forever, sleep the untroubled sleep of the angels…" he said as he swiftly dragged the blade across his own throat. The blade made a loud clang when it hit the street. His blood poured down his front and onto the street mixing with hers. His body fell beside her one arm draped over her waist. The blood forming a halo around them as it slowly oozed wider reaching for the crowd like the hand of death. The crowds dissipated not knowing that they had just witnessed the end of the most morbid enterprises that London would ever see.

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Well what did you think? This was my first fan fiction that I had ever finished and got all online. I hope it was to your liking. I am sorry that I killed them but I am a sucker for tragedies with dramatic

Endings, well basically tragedies really, and I'm sorry for all the miss spelled words and the missing words I guess I was typing so fast that I never realized it and the computer that I was typing on doesn't correct like others do. The only one I can think of that I don't like is Romeo and Juliette. So I thought I'm anti Lucy and really like the idea of Sweeney and Mrs. Lovett I should change the end of the movie, and my sister liked it so there it was. I was really going for when he was confessing his love for her that was when all insanity left him. He was completely sane at the end. Well please review I really want to know what you guys thought.