A/N: Omg I'm not dead! Shocking isn't it? You guys, I am soooo sorry for taking so long with this chapter. You all have the permission to kick me in the shins repeatedly but good luck bending down to reach them, I'm only five freakin feet tall. Laugh as you will, I deserve a good taunt right now. XD So here it is and it's probably not exactly what you were expecting but the chapter you've all been waiting for is very, extremely soon to come. I promise you that and I also promise you that it will be out like ten times sooner than this one. Oh and yes that was Pocketful Of Sunshine in the last chapter and no I don't own it. Part of this chapter was spawned from watching an episode of one of my favorite brit shows, Coupling. It's hilarious. So here we go and I apologize once again for the delay and hope you can find it in all of your hearts to forgive me.

Chapter 28

I laid there in my bed that night, staring at the ceiling. I was much too anxious to fall asleep for I knew what the following day would bring. It made my stomach flip and a feeling of vengeance bubbled up inside of me. Tomorrow would finally be the day. All I had to do now was sleep but it seemed like the most complicated and unimaginable task in all the world.

Fantasies swirled around in my mind, depicting what was to come. It made my excitement seem palpable in the air that surrounded me. I closed my eyes tightly and spoke firmly to myself, willing myself to sleep.

Sweeney's POV

Sweeney groaned and pulled himself out of bed, shouting: "I'm coming! I'm coming!" angrily at the floor below him. 'Silly woman,' he thought, 'waking me from my sleep to get a stupid spider out of her room.'

He buttoned up his shirt, messing up twice, cursing, and redoing it. He put his shoes back on, threw the door open and thundered down the stairs, into Mrs. Lovett's shop. He headed for the hallway that led to her other tenant's bedroom and knocked loudly on the door.

My POV

I heard loud banging which I figured would soon form a dream that my dozing state was imagining. The banging turned into knocking and I sat up abruptly, realizing someone was at my bedroom door. I threw my legs over the side of my bed and hurried over to open the door.

I gasped when I saw Sweeney standing there with a very stern, annoyed look on his face. "Sweeney?" I asked but he moved past me and into the room.

He made his way over to my nightstand, grabbing an empty glass and a piece of card paper. Utterly puzzled by his actions, I watched on in wonder. He walked back over to me holding up the two objects as if he were about to do a demonstration of some sort.

"You take a glass and a piece of card. You place the glass OVER the spider," he began as if he were speaking to a child, "Then you take a piece of card and slide it UNDER the glass, thus trapping the spider."

"Sweeney I don't…" I tried to say but he continued as if I hadn't spoken.

"You pick up the glass, keeping a careful hold on the piece of card, open the door, and release the spider into the wild."

I stared blankly at him as he looked about on the floor and began to remove the pillows and blankets from my bed. "Alright, where is it? Where's the spider?" he asked, still rummaging around for said spider.

"Sweeney…" I started, "Sometimes when a person 'as someone bubbling round in their subconscious 'cause they think of them much too much, it can lead to dreaming something 'bout that person that didn't really 'appen."

He turned to me, looking very exasperated and said, "Kelsey, some people don't have dreams. Some people don't have 'subconscious's'," he said, making hand gestures as he said the word, "Now where is the bloody spider?!"

"There is no spider."

"…Then why did you call me down here in the middle of the night?"

"There was no call."

"…No call?"

"Nope."

"Are you sure?"

"Yep."

"Oh."

He gave the room a once-over and replaced the glass and the piece of card to the table, then smoothed the covers back into place quickly.

"Do ya want to talk about it?" I asked him gently, putting my hand on his shoulder.

"No," He replied, a tinge of embarrassment in his tone.

"Sometimes it 'elps to talk," I insisted.

"Talking never helped anyone," he replied and moved away from me.

"Please tell me?" I begged following him over to his new position by the window and wrapping my arms around his waist from behind affectionately.

He exhaled in such a manner that I knew he was giving in. "Before I…dreamt…about the whole spider thing…I dreamt something else. I guess it made me feel a little paranoid or something."

"What was the dream about?" I asked as softly as I could.

"I dreamed…you were trying to kill Mathew but he was overpowering you. It was like I was there but there was nothing I could do but watch. …He was going to kill you."

"Oh…" I said, squeezing him a bit tighter against me, "Well that's not gonna 'appen. You know that."

"But it could," he said, pulling out of my embrace and turning around to face me. I could see the worry written on his pale, beautiful features. It would take a lot to talk him down from this.

"Look," I said, taking his hands in mine, "I know what I'm doing. I've wanted this for a long time and that is what will get me through this. I don't want you to interfere with anything. I have to kill him myself or there will be no satisfaction in it. You of all people should be able to understand that."

His eyebrows pulled together in concentration, his lips forming a slight frown but he nodded mutely. Of course he understood. I couldn't imagine what the consequences would be if I had gone out and killed the Judge for him. The idea of it was laughable. I would never have dared to do it or even dared to bring it up.

"Good," I added, absently caressing his hands with my thumbs as I held them. I was surprised he was letting me hold his hands so tenderly for so long but I guessed it was because of all the things running through his head that he didn't even notice me doing so.

Sweeney's POV

But Sweeney did notice. He noticed everything about her that night. He noticed the moonlight glinting in her eyes and illuminated her pale skin. He noticed every breath that lightly moved her chest under her silken night gown. He noticed the love emanating from her and wondered what his life would mean without it. Nothing, he decided, nothing.

Now that he truly thought about it, she was the only thing that rooted him to this earth and without her, he would be incapable of surviving. It was then that he affirmed his reason for dreaming that awful dream about Mathew. He was terrified of losing her. Sweeney couldn't remember ever being this terrified before, save the night she was almost raped by Turpin. Sure Benjamin had been terrified but never the apathetic, unforgiving Sweeney Todd, Demon Barber of Fleet Street.

He could slit throats without so much as a consideration for them but when it came to her, everything was flipped upside down. Everyone else was made of mere stone, cold and unfeeling and they didn't matter. She was the only other real person in the world to him now, the only one that truly breathed and moved and her heart pumped real blood that warmed her real flesh and brought a tender blush to her cheeks and he loved her despite everything else he ever thought of her.

These feelings both scared and enticed him, repulsed yet strongly intrigued him and would never let him go. He knew this now so he pulled her close to him in that moment and held her there, feeling her heart flutter like the wings of a humming bird against his own chest.

My POV

I stayed in his arms happily, inhaling his scent and clinging to him tightly. It was rare for him to initiate a hug and I savored it while it lasted, appreciating it for being a precious and valuable thing. My heart was pounding hard and yet I was completely relaxed in his arms.

When he finally released me, he kissed my forehead softly before bidding me goodnight and leaving my room.