Mr. Todd reached the docks about twenty-minutes after he left, but something deep within him seemed to be telling him not go, as if fate itself told him it was a bad idea. But what could possibly go wrong? Toby was there, he would help Mrs. Lovett around the shop. Then again the boy knew a deep dark secret and if he ever dared to tell a soul, Sweeney Todd would surely be the death of him.

Suddenly Anthony interrupted his thoughts, "Mr. Todd!" Anthony exclaimed excitedly as Mr. Todd approached him cautiously.

"Keep it down boy!" Mr. Todd whispered angrily.

"Sorry, hurry, the ship is going to set sail in a few minutes." Anthony replied before leading Mr. Todd onto the ship.

Moments later Sweeney stood looking out at London, hoping for it to be the last time he ever set eyes on the very place that destroyed his life. But than he thought about her. So many questions ran through his mind, like was this a good choice? Why was he suddenly changing his plans? And before he knew it he was walking past Anthony and was now being followed by him.

"Mr. Todd, where are you going?" Anthony called as he followed Mr. Todd across the ship.

There was no answer, there was no answer, all Sweeney Todd knew was that for some magnetic reason he had to get back to Mrs. Lovett.

"I have to leave." As he said his final words to Anthony he was already off the ship and was now running towards Fleet Street. He didn't know what his rush was, nor did he recognize the feeling that was bubbling up inside of him. Fright? Some sort of unknown anxiety? Those answers were unknown to him.

As soon as he hurriedly re-entered her pie shop he paused midi stance. She wasn't there…

Perhaps she went to bed, he hoped.

Suspicions started to arouse through his mind when he saw a half-filled teacup on the table. He then remembered that he saw Charles Westward coming from the docks just moments after he left the pie shop. He didn't think nothing of it at first and he wasn't sure who it was… But now he was growing worried with fear.

And he thought that if his suspicions were true, Mrs. Lovett was safe and Charles didn't hurt her…

But why would Charles want Mrs. Lovett?

Revenge. He thought before frantically searching for her in the parlor, her bedroom, the washroom, he practically looked everywhere including the bake house.

He quickly went up to his barber shop, hoping to find her there but when he didn't… he knew it was all his fault. His fault for leaving, his fault for ignoring her, and most importantly his fault for now being there to protect her.

Maybe she just went to the market. He thought,

So he waited…

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At four that afternoon he began to grow worried, or more worried than he was. He was on the verge for a panic attack. He tried to ignore the piercing pain of emptiness in his chest knowing she was gone. Mr. Todd didn't know why he had cared so much, maybe he had grown to care for her as a friend rather than a close acquaintance, which he tried to convince himself that that was all she was for a long period of time now. Then again this feel that he was feeling went beyond friendship and felt much deeper.

Had he gone from "hating" her with every breath in his body to loving her with every beat of his heart?

Either way, he had to find her.

A sneer curled Sweeney's lip as he left his barber shop and descended the stairs from his shop. Judge Turpin may have been his last kill but Charles Westward would certainly be the last, for Sweeney Todd had a plan.

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Running through the streets he stopped when he saw a small figure crouched on the ground, attempting to get up.

"The boy." Mr. Todd whispered in annoyance before he thought that maybe he knew where they went.

He quickly grabbed Toby's arm and pulled him to his feet. "What happened." Mr. Todd didn't ask, he demanded.

"Mista Todd! You got to help… that man…. He took her." Toby replied as worry reflected in his eyes.

"Who?"

"Mr. Westward, he took Mrs. Lovett… he went that way but I fell and-" Toby was interrupted when he noticed that Mr. Todd was already at the end of the street.

Sweeney Todd could practically feel Charles' blood dripping from his razor when he saw his last name printed in stone letter's on the side of his house.

Mr. Todd didn't bother knocking, he just sneaked through the backdoor, which for his advantage, was unlocked.

He quietly peeked around the room he was in, it obviously looked like a small library with shelves upon shelves of expensive looking books. The Westward family have always been quite the prosperous bunch, which made him think, where was everyone?

He heard no noises or the sound of people anyways in the house when he peeked out the library door.

Until he heard Charles' voice echoing from the room downstairs, "… She won't agree." He heard Charles say.

"What are you going to do then, if you let her go she'll go to the law." The other male voice answered.

"We could just get rid of her." Charles replied.

"Are you hearing yourself!? We can't kill her someone will find out, can't we just dump her off on a ship to America or something?" The man asked.

After the mysterious voice said his last word Mr. Todd quietly walked down the hall and carefully peeked through every door of the house.

Mrs. Lovett had to be in one of these rooms.

He almost lost hope that her room was away from the two men downstairs until he saw an ajar door at the end of the hall.

He quietly pushed the door open and his eyes widened.

There she was.

Mrs. Lovett's eyes were blindfolded and her hands were tied behind her back, tied across her mouth was a piece of rope, which stopped her from calling for help and her waist was tied tightly to an old wooden chair in the corner of the room.

Mr. Todd quickly went over to her and knelt beside her, he wasn't going to say anything until he saw her tense in her chair. So, putting his hand lightly on her thigh he whispered into her ear.

"Mrs. Lovett, I'm here to save you."

They were the words she thought she'd only hear in her dreams… He didn't even have to speak really. For even if he didn't, she'd know it was him. She could tell by his touch, from the way he breathed, the way he walked, and the way he all came together in one beautifully deranged being.

She was just so irrevocably in love with him that even the slightest scrap of his attention- or maybe even a little glance would send her forlornly in love; For she didn't know what those looks, gestures or little grins even meant. Mrs. Lovett was no mind reader- but she knew confusion when she saw it.

For maybe, just maybe, he cared.

Hey ladies, how is everyone? I hope you Thanksgiving celebrators have a good one, I might update before then because we are nearing the end and I want to get this over with. So, I saw Twilight the movie the day it came out in theaters! It was fabulous! I loved it… Anyways, drop me a review… or not, which ever… I just get all happy and bubbly when I get them because it makes me glad to know that some people actually enjoy my little stories :D Pleasant days&nights! &yes we are nearing an end!