OH MY GOD IM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY YOU GUYS!!!!!!!! things were just so hectic and busy, i was kinda loosing interest. I'll try really hard to update. Please enjoy this, though it might suck i dunno.

As Mrs. Lovett slept soundly, Sweeney sat restlessly next to her. Tried as he did, he could not sleep, though this wasn't unusual for him he had, had terrible insomnia during the years he was away from Mrs. Lovett.

Deciding that it was pointless Sweeney quickly slipped on his boots and went for a walk.

The streets were completely empty, the moon hung brightly in the sky lighting up his path.

As he walked down the street he noticed a man stumbling slightly in the distance towards him.

Seeing as the man was obviously drunk, Sweeney switched courses to try and avoid him. It wasn't that he wouldn't be able to handle the drunk, but more that he didn't want to.

Looking back he saw that the man was now following him. Slowly he turned on his heels to face him.

"May I help you?" he asked the drunken man as he neared him.

"You're the man who's with that wench" he slurred stumbling slightly.

"Excuse me?" Sweeney spat curling his hands into fists.

"You heard me. You're the man living with that whore" he said again, poking Sweeney in the chest aggressively

Sweeney's face twitched slightly with rage as he glared at the man, his eyes cold and murderous.

"Excuse me?!" Sweeney asked again, this time harsh and angry.

The man's eyes widened slightly, then narrowed.

"Are you deaf? You're the man who's living with that idiotic whore from the bake shop. How much you payin' her, huh?" the man said rudely, pushing Sweeney back with both hands this time.

Quickly Sweeney's fist shot out coming into hard contact with the man's face sending him toppling backwards.

Sweeney was over him in a second, driving his fists hard into the man's face and stomach, ignoring his cries as bones snapped and skin tore.

"Don't-you-ever-say-anything-about-her" Sweeney screamed between punches.

"I'm sorry!" the man chocked out, spitting up large amounts of blood.

Punching him one final time in the face he stood up, looking down at the mess he had made.

His face was covered in blood, some was the man's and some was his own. During the brutal beating the cut on his face had split open and started bleeding again. He looked down at his hands, he wasn't sure exactly how much blood was his or the man's. There was a series of violent cuts along his knuckled from his teeth and button's on the man's vest.

Hastily he turned and headed back to the shop, still in a rage.

How dare he, I swear I just want to go back and- he screamed aloud, his feet pounding into the earth and he strode down the street.

Stopping in his tracks he turned back towards where the man lay in his blood and started towards him, stopping himself he turned and headed towards the shop once more.

Don't kill him... Don't kill him... Don't kill him! His mind shouted.

Letting out another heart wrenching scream, his hands ran through his hair gripping it slightly as he curled into himself, his body shaking with rage.

No I can't kill him! I can't wreck what Mrs. Lovett has worked so hard for! His mind continued to scream as he started to walk again.

It was insane, the rage was almost unbearable. It hurt, unable to release it in the way that he wanted made his chest ache agonizingly.

I've changed, I promised her I changed he said clearly trying to convince himself not to go back.

He couldn't stop it, his mind unintentionally drifted back to all the wrongs in his life.

The judge, losing his daughter, all the years he spent working his way back to London to his family... useless, losing the chance to kill the judge the first time, Senior Pirelli trying to blackmail him, Anthony being careless with Johanna, killing his wife, losing Mrs. Lovett, and Toby being nosy and rude, sceptical and untrustworthy.

Sweeney turned and stormed into the shop, ripping the door open making it slam loudly into the wall. It was early and everyone was sleeping but that didn't bother him. Nothing could make him angrier than he already was.

Mrs. Lovett came rushing into the kitchen, a worried look on her face. Her eyes widened when she saw the blood drenching his features.

"Mr. T what-" she asked pausing when she saw how much he was shaking.

Sweeney looked at her with cold eyes, he hadn't meant to but there was no other option.

His breathing was harsh and uneven as his calming attempts bounced feebly off his anger.

"I didn't kill him" he growled through his teeth "I wanted to but I didn't" he continued in the same tone "I want to but I can't, I won't" he slammed the door behind him.

"Oh Mr. T" she said sympathetically walking towards him.

Sweeney quickly backed up, pressing his back against the door.

"Don't" he said quickly "I can't- Don't"

He knew that if anyone touched him he would lose it and do something he would regret.

"Love, calm down" she said cautiously from a distance.

There was a series of loud footsteps followed by Toby immerging from the stair way.

"I knew it!" he cried running towards Sweeney "I knew you would wreck our life here" he said accusingly

"Toby no!" Mrs. Lovett cried, reaching out to grab Toby, but missed.

She watched in horror as Toby punched Sweeney hard in the stomach.

As if he hadn't felt it, Sweeney grabbed Toby by the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the wall.

"I swear boy, if you live through this, touch me again and I'll make sure the next time you don't" he spat before tossing him onto the floor.

Unwillingly he kicked the boy hard in the ribs. He didn't want to harm Toby but his anger was no longer in control, he was no longer thinking rationally.

Toby cried in agony as Sweeney's boot met his ribs painfully.

Grabbing him again he slid the boy across the room, making him hit the wall hard.

"Mr. T, no!" Mrs. Lovett cried, unable to help.

Sweeney took no notice of her cries and continued his assault on the boy, driving another hard kick into his stomach.

Toby weakly rose to his feet, only to get a hard punch to the face

That's when it stopped, everything just stopped, the anger stopped, his attack on Toby ceased as he stumbled back breathing hard and fast.

"I'm so sorry- Toby I didn't mean to- I can't believe I-" he couldn't finish any of his sentences, nothing made sense to him anymore. He stood in a daze, clutching onto the table that he was leaning against.

Mrs. Lovett ran over to Toby, helping him up she sat him down in a chair and turned to Sweeney.

"I told you all I could do is hurt people" he said blankly to Mrs. Lovett who was watching him cautiously.

"Oh love, no that's not true" she said trying to comfort him.

"It is, you know it is. I'm a terrible person, a monster" he said still shaking

Mrs. Lovett slowly walked over to him, making sure that he was ok with her being close.

He stared ahead at Toby with horrified eyes, clearly disturbed by what he had done.

Carefully she pulled him into a tight hug, not bothered by the fact that he didn't move from his previous position.

Sweeney was still shaking, he couldn't look away from the boy. His eye was bruised and his nose was bleeding, he was clutching his stomach clearly his ribs were broken.

"What have I done?" Sweeney groaned miserably.

His self loathing occupying every space in his mind, making it almost impossible to concentrate

"What happened dear?" Mrs. Lovett asked, letting go of Sweeney to look up at him.

Sweeney was silent for a moment. He couldn't think, he just started at Toby hoping that he could somehow undo what he had done.

"I- uh- A man" he couldn't remember what to say "a man insulted you and I- I set him straight... he was drunk and I- I showed him the consequences of saying things like that" he said in a daze.

I can't believe I've- I mean I don't like Toby but he doesn't deserve that, no child deserves that- the rage was so- what's wrong with me? How can I be so- so- horrid his mind raced as he gripped the table roughly.

"Mr. T, look at me" Mrs. Lovett said grabbing his shoulders.

He didn't.

"Mr. T, you need to look at me" she said shaking him slightly.

He didn't

"Sweeney Todd look at me" she demanded shaking him again.

Shocked by the use of his first name he looked down at her, his eyes pained.

"Good, now what happened to the man" she asked gripping him tightly.

"I beat him" Sweeney said bluntly, still dazed.

"Into what sort of state?"

"A terrible state" he admitted looking down at his feet.

"Alright well, let's forget about all this. We need to bring Toby to the doctor" she said, looking at the crying boy with motherly eyes.

Sweeney didn't do anything for a moment, then nodded.

Quickly Mrs. Lovett ran over to Toby, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Toby, we are going to get the doctor here first thing in the morning alright? Can you promise you won't say anything about Mr. T?" she asked quietly.

Sweeney walked slowly towards Toby.

"I'm sorry Toby. Please forgive me, I had no intention on hurting you. If you had heard what that man said about Mrs. Lovett you would have been the same rage I was. Please I need you to understand" he pleaded standing beside the chair.

Toby looked him at him, his nose still bleeding furiously. Sweeney flinched as the boys appearance stabbed at him painfully.

"I understand" Toby said, his voice was airy.

Mrs. Lovett was crying as she tried to choke out the next words to Toby.

"Mr. Todd is going to have to carry you upstairs, is that alright?" she asked carefully.

Toby nodded, still holding his ribs.

Hesitantly Sweeney bent down and picked up the boy with ease, making sure he didn't shift him in his arms.

Wordlessly he carried him up the stairs to his bedroom, Mrs. Lovett right behind them. Delicately he placed Toby on his bed, backing up quickly.

"Toby, do you think you will be alright?" Mrs. Lovett asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

He nodded "they aren't that badly broken, I've had worse in the work house. I'll be fine" he said smiling slightly.

Mrs. Lovett choked back sobs as she nodded, standing up she walked out of the room followed by a rushed Sweeney.

They reached the kitchen where Mrs. Lovett slumped down into a chair, sobbing quietly.

"What have I done" Sweeney muttered to himself "I can't believe I-" he stopped and looked up at Mrs. Lovett

"Why?" he asked quickly

"Why what?" she replied wiping tears from her face

"Why do you keep taking me back? Even though I almost killed him" he paused "I'm destroying your life unintentionally. You could find someone so much better than me, someone who never gets angry and can help you more often and-"

"I don't want anyone else. I love you, I always have. We understand your anger and we are fine with it. Toby understand you now, and he respects that. You have brought me so much joy, I can't even begin to thank you enough for everything you have done" she said standing up and walking towards him.

Sweeney stared disbelievingly at her.

Standing there for a moment, he felt his knees buckle underneath him as he collapsed to the floor.

"You are too good for me" he said his voice shaking.

"I hate who I am, but somehow you don't" he added.

"You are a good man, with a bad past. That doesn't make you a bad person" she said kneeling next to him.

"No but the fact that I killed people, I beat a young boy twice, and I left the love of my life to crumble to pieces for two years before I realized that was the biggest mistake in the world" he tried to shoot himself down.

"You killed people to avenge your family. The first time Toby mouthed off, the second you were enraged from defending what you thought was right. And you realized your mistake none the less. Sweeney Todd you are a good man" Mrs. Lovett said shooting down all his arguments.

"How can you keep finding the positives?" he asked looking up at her.

"Because I love you" she replied hugging him tightly.