Author's Memo: Please don't hate me. I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while, but life has been busy, busy, busy, and school…bleh. Don't even get me started on that. Well then, let's recap this bugger. Amelia and Mrs. Lovett just got into a fight, Mr. Todd broke his only picture of Lucy thanks to Amelia, and Mr. Todd is very mad. Toby asks Barthi (His full name is Bartholomew, just for you wondering why I came up with a ridiculous name like Barthi) why he is Mrs. Lovett's pie shop, and doesn't seem to notice that Barthi has a certain "interest" in Mrs. Lovett. Mrs. Lovett, on the other hand, is still madly in love with Sweeney, so this creates a very interesting love triangle. And in the middle of all of this, they still have no idea why Amelia is there. They do know that she was married to Turpin….

Disclaimer: The only thing I own are the peanut butter crackers I'm eating at the moment…

The light rain hit the windows, making the barbershop very dark and gloomy, like the man who owned it. Pacing the room bitterly, swearing and cursing under his breath, Sweeney Todd ignored the pain going through his hands. He didn't care is their was blood all over his hands, he needed to kill someone. He needed to let out all of his anger.

The door to the shop opened, a young chubby man stepping in. His gray eyes and wet blonde hair made Mr. Todd hate him the more. Giving the man a weak, tight smile, he motioned him toward the chair. The man seemed to notice the cuts on Sweeney's hands but ignored them. As Mr. Todd removed the man's coat, he imagined as if this man was Turpin. He smirked. Mrs. Lovett needed more meat.

The young man, humming gently, didn't seem to notice Mr. Todd's evil smirk as he put on the shaving crème. Closing his eyes, the young man rested his hands on his round belly, and continued to hum.

"Having a good day, Mr. Todd?" The man asked.

"Splendid, sir, just splendid." Mr. Todd replied dryly.

The man nodded gaily. God, he was too happy.

Sweeney decided that this was the perfect time to strike. Striking the razor down on the man's throat, blood spurted everywhere. Mr. Todd felt the warm liquid hit his face, and he closed his eyes. God, this felt good. The man clutched his throat, and began to shake violently. Then, he was still. Mr. Todd looked at the man, his face still in shock. Pushing the lever, the body fell into the oven. Sweeney Todd leaned over quietly, listening carefully for the sound he loved.

Crack.

"Splendid, sir, just splendid."

"Barthi? What kind of name is that?" Amelia asked rudely.

"My full name is Bartholomew. People just called me Barthi because my name was too long." Barthi replied aggravated.

Toby stifled a laugh. Mrs. Lovett realized why she loved that boy so much; they both had the same sense of humor.

"Listen, love. I would like to know why you came in barging into my shop, and not for a pie by the looks of it." Mrs. Lovett told Barthi coldly.

"Didn't you know? Supposedly there's a beautiful baker on Fleet Street. I heard she made the best pies in London, so I figured I would come to see this wondrous woman." Barthi replied with a devilish charm, he added a wink at the end.

Mrs. Lovett raised a black eyebrow. "So sorry, love. Seems like you've come to the wrong shop. You see, the only reason people come to my shop is not for beautiful women, but for excellent pies. So is you don't buy a pie soon, I'm afraid I'm going to have to throw you out." She gave him a mock wink.

Barthi handed her three shillings. "Keep the change."

Mrs. Lovett handed him a pie, and he sat down. She looked around the shop, and noticed that something was missing.

"Where's Amelia?"

Amelia pulled her bonnet over her head. The cold rain hit her face, making it feel numb. She remembered where he lived. Even after all of this time, he hadn't even thought of moving. Men and their possessions.

She knocked on the door, begging for someone to open it. Knocking a few more times, the door finally opened, revealing a balding Beadle. He had never looked good, thought Amelia.

His eyes opened in shock, and he tried to close the door, but failed. Amelia pushed the door open and strode through the hallway that she had once walked in everyday. Beadle, still in shock, tried to catch up to Amelia, tried to stop her from opening the door. He, again, failed.

Amelia slammed the door open. Judge Turpin stood there, staring out of the window. She cleared her throat.

"Yes?" Turpin said without turning around to see who it was.

"Remember me?" Amelia asked.

Turpin turned sharply around, recognizing the voice of his past wife.

"Amelia…what…what are you doing here?" Turpin asked, his voice full of shock. He looked like he had seen a ghost. Perhaps it was because he thought of Amelia as dead, or it was the color of her skin.

"Do you remember Benjamin Barker?" Amelia asked sweetly.

Turpin's eyes widened. "Yes, the barber on Fleet Street. I remember him. For what reasons has he come up for?"

Amelia smiled. "He's back."

Author's Memo: Wow…. I am really proud of this chapter. This is the probably the longest chapter I have ever written for this story…I'm rambling now. So you guys know the drill, click the Review button, write review, I receive review, my mood gets lifted, I get inspired, I write more, you read more, were all happy in the end!

Con Amor,

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