My POV

We decided to visit Ann, Harry Toby and Mrs. Lovett at Fleet Street. So we got dressed and went to see our friends and frienemy. Yes, Sweeney and Mrs. Lovett still had some trouble getting along, but other than that it was all good. We went to the shop and saw Ann, who was sitting in Harry's lap, Toby helping Mrs. Lovett, who looked really mysterious today. Maybe she had another plan to kill me, or to try at least.

We walked upstairs to the shop and Sweeney sighed:,, I've missed this place.''

His gaze was now pinned to the wooden box on the dresser. He softly dragged his finger across the box's lid and opened it, revealing nine, shining silver razors. Those were his friends… He was almost hypnotized by the beauty of the shining razors that I started to feel a bit jealous. Before he took them again I was in his center of attention, but now?

I tried not to think about that and I slowly approached him, resting my chin on his shoulder:,, You've missed them a lot, haven't you?''

He slowly turned his head to me and quietly said:,, I have. But something doesn't feel right. They aren't speaking to me…''

I raised an eyebrow:,, Have… they ever spoken to you before?''

He looked at me very seriously and said:,, They don't talk to me like you think. We share a special connection, but this time it's… different feeling. Wait, I know this one. It's the feeling of a person, who is in my kill list dieing, but not from my hand. Soon it will happen. I can feel it.''

I shook my head and offered him a seat in the chair. He slumped in the chair with a long face and that worried me. I never liked this depressed side of him.

I sat in his lap and tilted his chin up, softly saying:,, Hey, why the long face? You need a shoulder to cry on? You can tell me what's really bugging you…''

He sighed and said:,, It's not that. I just have this feeling that I won't get to kill one of the scum bags in my killing list.''

I sighed, not knowing how to help him feel better.

I lightly kissed him and smiled:,, Well, if that'll happen, at least you could gut the body. Have fun with it in the most sadistic way you can think of, hmm?''

He tried to cheer up, but this feeling was almost… haunting him. We went in for a kiss, when I heard Toby's scream.

,, I'll go and see what's the problem, okay?'' I said.

He nodded and I ran downstairs, where I ran into Ann. Looked like she heard it too. So we searched for the boy, but there was no sign of him.

,, Toby?'' She called.

,, Toby, where are you? Toby?'' I joined the search.

We reached Mrs. Lovett's bedroom and we heard his weeping behind that door.

,, He's in here.'' I said to Ann.

I slowly opened the door and screamed in horror.

Toby was sitting on the chair in the dark corner, crying as I saw Mrs. Lovett's corpse hanging from the rope, which was tied to the lamp. I covered my mouth to block the screaming and hysteric crying, but they broke free anyway.

I ran to Toby and hugged him tightly, whispering:,, I'm so sorry, Toby. She's gone. I'm sorry…''

He chocked on his tears and clutched in my arms crying his heart out. I carried him back to the shop and sat with him in my lap. I rocked him as he sobbed harder in my shoulder. Ann found us with Harry and Sweeney, looking at the both of us like we've seen a ghost.

,, Angel, what happened?'' Sweeney looked worried sick.

,, Mrs. Lovett… She… She's…. bedroom… take a look, but… prepare yourselves.'' I stumbled on my words from the crying.

They looked at each other and went to her room.

I heard Ann screaming and crying:,, No! This can't be true! Why? Harry, she's gone.'' She got beaten by the next wave of sobs.

They came back and Ann was crying like we were, Harry was pale like a corpse, but Sweeney didn't anything. He just sat there, trying to process the fact, that Mrs. Lovett hung herself to end the pain she felt every time she saw us together.

She was driven by love.

She was really gone. That meant, Toby was an orphan again. The law will send him back to the workhouse. I got and idea that moment.

,, Sweeney?'' I quietly said.

He raised his eyes on me.

,, Maybe we could… You know… Adopt him? We can't leave him alone to be taken back to the workhouse. I loved him as a little brother, but now I could love him as a son. I mean he deserves a proper family after all these years of working for Pirelli, being a waiter for Mrs. Lovett. He never felt like a real kid. I don't have the heart to leave him alone here.''

He sighed and sat next to me, putting an arm around my shoulder:,, Well, we can only adopt him after we're married, because only married couples can adopt and lonely widows like she was…'' He immediately stopped there as Toby whimpered and buried his face in my hair, as I hugged him closer, rubbing his back calmingly.

He took a deep, shaky breath and quietly said with a broken voice:,, Thank you, Martha. I've always thought of you like my other mother. You've been there for me, when I had a bad day, you cheered me up, when…''

He wanted to say Mrs. Lovett, when he remembered the dead body in the room around the corner and sobbed again as I tried to calm him down, stroking his wet cheek and smiling a bit:,, It's okay. I won't leave you. We'll take you with us to Mare Street and there you'll have your own room and bed instead of a dusty old sofa, and when Sweeney and I get married, we could adopt you. You could have a mother and a father, like you've always dreamed, remember?''

He slowly nodded wiping his cheeks from the tears.

I said to him as he made sure he was calm:,, Now, go and pack your things, because we're taking you with us, okay?''

He nodded and then frowned:,, My suitcase and some clothes are in her room.''

I looked at Sweeney and he nodded and went to her room, avoiding looking at her.

He came back with his suitcase and a letter.

,, Who's it from?'' I asked.

,, I think you should read this…'' He handed me the letter.

I opened it and started to read it out loud:

Dear reader!

When you're going to read this I'll be dead. Why you might ask? Well, I'll tell you why I'm doing this. I just can't take the pain and nightmares now that the love of my life is marrying a young girl, who ruined my life and chances to be happy and in love ever again. I've lost him twice! At first to the most spoiled brat in whole London, Lucy. She didn't think of her one year old child, but herself. She got raped by the judge, big whoop. Like she would be the first and the only one, who has suffered from his dirty desires. So then I lost him again to a teen! I mean what is wrong with me? She's like a much younger version of me, that's all. But he still fell for her. Why must I have to be alone? Ever since my first and only marriage with Albert failed I've been ignored by every man in London. The only time I get any attention is when they laugh about my failing love life. I just couldn't take this pain anymore. I've been waiting for this moment for 23 bloody years! Well I finally had enough! And if this is the last thing I write then here's my last wish as well. Please bury me by the sea, so I can at least be happy in my afterlife. That's all I ask. Oh and one more thing I really need you to do. Please find my dear Toby a good family, which will take a good care of him. He deserves to have a proper family after all. So this is the last thin I write and please complete my last wishes. Eleanor Lovett.''

I folded the letter.

We all just stood there, when Sweeney sighed, breaking the awkward silence:,, We should get moving. It's getting dark outside.''

I nodded and picked Toby up and headed for the door, when Sweeney softly said:,, Here, let's switch. I'll take the boy and you get his suitcase.''

I nodded and carefully put the sleepy boy in his hands.

So we got to Mare Street pretty fast. I opened the door to let Sweeney in and he laid him in the couch and quietly sighed:,, Poor lad.''

I nodded and took the suitcase and picked out his pajamas.

Sweeney stretched and said:,, I'll be waiting for you.''

I nodded and started to change the poor boy. I didn't feel awkward about this. I really felt like his mother right now. I put a blanket over him, gave him the softest pillow I could find and kissed his forehead:,, Goodnight, Toby.''

And I went to the bedroom, where Sweeney was already asleep, exhausted from carrying the boy all the way here from Fleet Street.

I laid next to him, snuggling closer to him I fell asleep.

To be continued...

So yes, Mrs. Lovett's dead... Sad, but at least we both are saved from her plans to kill me. So Toby at least has a bright future. And tell me what do you think; should we leave her hangin' *puns, puns, puns* Or should we do as she wanted and bury her by the sea?

So all reviews will be welcomed and stay tuned for chapter 38 also known as the wedding chapter! ^_^