Ok everybody, here's the last chap of this story, i hope u all like it, sorry about the delay, it took we awhile to fugure out how this was all gonna work out!

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Exposure

Mrs. Lovett woke up the next morning, in her own bed, in her own room, in her own house. She could hardly remember what happened the previous night, all she had as a reminder was a splitting headache. She toppled out of bed and onto the hard floor; "Oh good Lord" She said through clenched teeth as she put a hand to her head.

Then it all came back to her.

William…

He left so abruptly; thought he heard something upstairs…

But she wasn't thinking clearly…

What was it she had drunk? Whatever he gave her, it wasn't normal, she had drunk that much before and not felt so sick and delirious.

And then at the door…

Mr. Todd…was that him? She thought it was, but she couldn't be sure. The last thing she remembered was everything going black and someone coming towards her and gently picking her up. But that's where it ended.

Just then the door to Mrs. Lovett's bedroom burst open, and Toby appeared in the doorway, out of breath

"Mum!" He stopped for a moment to catch his breath and then continued "There's people waiting outside, they don't seem very happy, and….and the William is with them!"

"What?!" Mrs. Lovett stood up and started pulling her dress off, which was still on from last night. "Are you sure it's the law that's here?" Then she quickly added "Where's Mr. T?"

"Yes, I'm sure it's the law; Beadle Banford is with them" Toby turned his head away from the doorway as Mrs. Lovett rapidly changed. "And Mr. Todd is upstairs; asking the men if they want a shave" He licked his lips "Honestly, I don't think now is the appropriate time--"

"Oh, God" She cut Toby off mid sentence. "Toby, go tell Mr. Todd that I'm coming up there"

Toby rushed off, Mrs. Lovett instinctively started to chew on her nails, thinking of what to do. Mr. Todd was probably in frenzy; he'll definitely be in a cut throat mood.

She grabbed the closest thing to her, which was a wooden ladle, and ran out of the room and up to Mr. Todd's barbershop.

As she left her room, she could hear the men's voices. It sounded like there was about four of them, one of them being the Beadle's. She did not hear Will.

One of them was in the kitchen, he was a brunette. She ignored him and kept on running down the hall.

Then she saw him. She saw yellow curls up ahead, on his way towards the door he tried looking last night.

"Miss, do you live here?" A man's face appeared in her view, blocking William from her sight. "Are you Mrs. Lovett?"

"Excuse me" Said Mrs. Lovett as she started to push past him.

The man persisted "Miss, please we need you to stay here. Now, are you Mrs. Lovett?" He grabbed her shoulders, trying to stop her from leaving the room.

"Mr. Jennings" The Beadle's voice interrupted them "I'm afraid, um, "Huntley" was right after all" He was coming out of the bake house doorway.

Mrs. Lovett's dropped her ladle and her heart skipped a beat. "William?" she exhaled softly. It must have been audible because the Beadle's face lit up and he pointed a finger at her accusingly.

"Aha! See? She knows him! He was right after all! I knew we should have hired him earlier" The Beadle grinned from ear to ear. He cackled and started to play with his bowler hat; twirling it in his hands. "This is rich! Imagine what the newspapers will say when they hear this: 'Famous pie maker gets arrested for cannibalism!' But the question persisting is, where did you get them supplies? That's what we need to figure out." He paused and turned back towards Mrs. Lovett "You—woman, how did you lure these men in?"

"I…I didn—" Mr. Jennings was holding her tightly now, his hands on her wrists, which were held behind her back; straining her shoulders. Mrs. Lovett continued "I d..don't know what your talking about"

"She lies!" The Beadle hissed. He ran towards her, grabbed her chin with his leather gloved hands, and jeered "Now, you tell us where—" His voice was cut off by another male voice, one Mrs. Lovett was happy to hear.

"Beadle Banford, what are you doing to that woman?" Mr. Todd's bracing voice silenced the Beadle.

"Oh, Mr. Todd." He chuckled nervously. "I was j..just doing my lawful business, you see,—"

"There will be need for that later, but for now, how about a shave?" Mr. Todd enticed. "I can give you the closest shave you will ever get" Mrs. Lovett could picture him now, fingering his razor underneath his shirt hem. "Besides, if you are going to turn her in, you won't be wanting any stubble"

"Well, he's got a point you know, Mr. Jennings" The Beadle was scratching his stubble on his chin with thought "This whole affair will get us a lot of publicity of course…"

"Go ahead sir, I can watch her for the time" Said Mr. Jennings eagerly.

"Well, in that case, she's in your hands" The Beadle let her go and gripped his cloak closer to himself. "See you in a bit then, Jennings"

Mr. Jennings nodded at the Beadle, and then grabbed Mrs. Lovett harder around the wrists. "Now, you won't be going anywhere, pet"

The whole time this was happening, Mrs. Lovett was desperately trying to make eye contact with Mr. Todd, but to no avail. He had one hand around the Beadle's shoulders, the other on his 'friend', leading the way upstairs.

As they went up the stairs, Mrs. Lovett wondered about William. Where was he? She defiantly could have sworn she had seen him, a glimpse of his yellow hair earlier.

But…had he betrayed her? She didn't remember all that happened last night, but he wouldn't do anything like that to her. He loved her, and she loved him.

Fifteen minutes had passed. Mrs. Lovett shuffled her feet a little, and mildly struggled with her captor, her wrists were swelling up, and it was quite painful.

"I said, DON'T MOVE!" Mr. Jennings shouted. He turned her around to face himself; perhaps he thought he could top the Beadle's threats. "If you want trouble, I'll give you trouble" He grabbed his rod from the side of his uniform, raised his hand, buckled over, and gagged.

Gagged? Blood was spurting out of his mouth, he instinctively let go of her and put a hand to his throat, coughed up blood was now everywhere.

Mrs. Lovett instantly backed away and felt the counter against her back. She put a hand to her mouth and gasped.

Then, as Jennings's body hit the ground, Mr. Todd swung about from behind, a bloody razor in hand. He didn't even pause to explain, but braced his hand around Mrs. Lovett's neck, led her to the open bake house door and escorted her down.

She tried to stop 'Mr. T—"

"Keep going" He simply said

"Thank you for saving me, but I need to know something" She forced him to stop, and turned to face him on the stair. "Have you seen a curly, blonde haired man here today? With the Beadle?" Her face was pleading with him.

"You'll see" He mumbled and pushed her onwards.

As they rounded the corner and went into the open room, Mrs. Lovett gasped once more. There was a fresh pile of bodies waiting to be sorted.

"Get going" Mr. Todd simply said again. He released her, gently prodded her back with the blunt end of his razor, and then he leaned against the wall near the stairwell, watching her.

Mrs. Lovett wondered why he would want to watch her do this horrid task, but nonetheless she started to work.

The Beadle was on the top pf the pile, she started to feel around his pockets for any coins, but then she noticed something on the pile of corpses.

Something bright stuck out. It was yellow hair. It was William. There was no escaping it. She knew what had happened to the Beadle, and she was trying to avoid this terrible truth from the moment she thought she saw Will's hair earlier.

Tears were beginning to form in her eyes again as she dropped the Beadle and slowly moved her shaky hand towards the body on top of her lover's face.

She pulled the body off of his delicate form, and grazed his cheek with her hand. She began to sob, the tears streaming down her sallow cheeks, and landing on his pale, dead face. It was definitely her William, her sweet, sweet William.

She turned around and faced Mr. Todd through tear stained eyes. The brute was just sitting there, picking at his teeth and looking at his reflection in his now shined up razor. She got up and glided over to him, grabbing his shirt at first, but then falling down on her knees in a heap.

"You, yoooou!" She broke down at his feet. "I c..can't b..believe y..you did this" She choked back her tears and pleaded with him again. "WHY!!"

When he didn't answer, she got up, grabbed his cheeks, shook his face and yelled through clenched teeth: "YOU SICK BASTARD!!"

Mr. Todd didn't meet her gaze. He didn't even flinch when she yelled in his face, and when she let go of him, there were indents from her fingernails imprinted in his pale face.

Mrs. Lovett turned on her heel and walked away from him, sat her self on the floor on the opposite end, and pouted.

After what seemed like eternity, Mrs. Lovett eventually ran out of tears to shed and started to pull herself together. By this time, Mr. Todd was now twirling his razor quietly around his index finger, looking like nothing had happened.

Finally he spoke calmly to her "Mrs. Lovett, I think you know what happened"

She glared at him "Of course I do; you murdered him!"

"Yes, that is true" He started to slowly walk towards her. "But you must have known his true intentions by now"

Mrs. Lovett raised her eyebrow. "What?" She brought herself up to her full height.

"Did you actually think—" He paused. "Were you truly naïve enough to think that he was actually in love with you?" He finished bluntly.

"Mr. Todd, wh..what do you mean…" She started to sob again. "William was a great man, he…he l..loved me" She sniffed and started to look to the floor. Mr. Todd must have had some legitimate reason to kill William…She felt a little guilty being angry at him, after all he had done for her.

"Your "William" wasn't really a "William" after all, his true name was Percy Crump, and he was a fop, a Don Juan, and a fraternizer with loads of vulnerable, beautiful women" He said strongly.

Mrs. Lovett immediately stopped crying. "Mr. T…" She sucked in her lip; her eyes welled up with tears. Had he called her b..beautiful?

Mr. Todd seemed to have noticed the unsettlement, and he quickly added "And he only 'loved' you cuz of me! I helped you; I'm the one who made your revolting meat pies famous in the first place!" He glanced down at her; she was still sucking in her lip, tear stains on her sunken cheeks; looking up at him.

"And you…" He said, closing in on her. "You fell for it. You fell for his lies and…and filth…"

"Mr. T…" She pleaded "Mr. T please listen to me!"

"Why should I?" he spat. "Why should I listen to a common whore like you?" He raised his razor to her neck, pressing it in so close to her that drops of blood began to form against the silver.

"He t…tricked me" She gasped; her chest heaving with fear. "You must understand! I only…I only wanted to feel l..loved!"

At that, Mr. Todd started to lower his razor. Mrs. Lovett swallowed slowly and eventually glanced down. His eyes were averted, and his head down.

"Mr. T?" She said gently as she slowly reached out a hand to graze his shoulder.

"No" He mumbled, and flinched from her touch. Mrs. Lovett pulled away her hand quickly, and instinctively started chewing on her nails.

Mr. Todd remained silent.

"I know I was wrong" Said Mrs. Lovett finally, after a long stillness. "I should have noticed who he really was" She sighed. "I even noticed some of the strange things…he somehow knew that my favourite kinds of flowers are gillyflower and daisies, and the only person I told that to was you"

Mr. T was still motionless, staring off into space.

"Mr. T!" She was starting to get frustrated with him. Why wasn't he acknowledging her? "Are you alright?" She was right close to him now; almost speaking into his ear.

All of the sudden Mr. Todd's head spun around and their eyes locked. Mrs. Lovett's heart skipped a beat, thinking he was about to explode at her. Her face was one of surprise, her mouth slightly open and her eyes wide. Mr. Todd just stared at her for a moment before doing the unthinkable: He gracefully pushed an auburn curl out of Mrs. Lovett's face and planted a full out kiss on her lips; not just a little peck, but a full out kiss. Mrs. Lovett kissed him back, her hands skimming along his cheekbones and around to the back of his head.

After what seemed an eternity, Mrs. Lovett opened her eyes and blinked back the fresh tears that were now in place. She breathed in heavily and stared back at her Mr. Todd.

He wasn't exactly smiling, but he certainly wasn't scowling. Mrs. Lovett was paralyzed. This was exactly what she had wanted for so long now, just to be noticed by Mr. Todd. She couldn't believe what had just happened.

He was still sitting there, just looking at her intently.

Mrs. Lovett couldn't help but look away from his penetrating gaze; they bore into her skin and made her feel exposed. The tears in her eyes were now pouring out uncontrollably, and she found herself leaning against her Mr. T's chest. The trauma of everything that had occurred, even before he came back from Australia, was all sinking into her now. She just had to let it all out. She was crying for William, for herself, and for Sweeney Todd and all his issues.

"It'll be alright" Mr. Todd exhaled lightly, while cradling her head in his hand. He was fingering her auburn curls in his other hand; the razor now lay forgotten on the floor beside them.

-The End

well, that is officially the end of this story...i'll have something else up next time, hopefully better than this one :P lol

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