Mrs. Lovett's POV

The moment I woke up the next morning I began to plot ways to get rid of Miss Marks. I couldn't poison her like I did Lucy. Mr. T would catch on, and would kill me. The problem was that I didn't know enough about Alaizabel to get rid of her. After what happened the night before it was obvious she wouldn't talk to me for awhile. Toby was no good at snooping, plus I didn't want him catching Mr. T killing some man. It looked like I would have to do my own eavesdropping.

Alaizabel's POV

"Alaizabel, pet, you never told me what happened to you." Sweeney looked to me with concern.

I cleared my throat, "That's because I find it hard to talk about."

He wrapped his arms around me, "What is it?"

I stayed silent for a few moments, sighed, and began to tell my story, "Before I moved here I had a loving husband, and a beautiful little boy. He would be almost a year old now. Well, my father was General Andrew Gibson, and we were not on good terms when I left. He would physically and emotionally abuse me. He said it was to build character. Then when I turned nineteen he arranged a marriage for me. It was with his slob of a lieutenant. He was fat, smelly, and rude, not my type at all. So I ran away and went to Hull. That's when I met Philip. He gave me shelter, and vowed to protect me. Eventually we fell in love and got married. My life was finally happy. We found out I was pregnant two months later. His name was Aden. One day, after coming home from work, I smelled smoke. I ran to my house. My home was on fire. I ran in, trying to save them. Philip burned alive. A-and Aden died in my arms. That was seven months ago. I feel it's only a matter of time that my father comes to find me."

Sweeney tightened his arms around me, "It looks like we both lost everything. I'm sorry, my sweet. Also, I will not let anything happen to you."

There was a knock on the door. "Come in," he called out.

Ms. Lovett walked in with a silver platter, "I brought you some breakfast dears. I do apologize for last night. I've been under a lot of stress lately. Is everything alright between us?"

I shrugged, "I suppose. We're sorry as well. We should've been more mindful of you."

Sweeney gave me a quizzical look, and I elbowed him in his ribs.

"Umph, er, yeah, right," he groaned.

"Alrighty then, I'll be off. You two lovebirds enjoy your time together. I know Thursday's Mr. T's day off. I'm going to open up shop for a couple of 'ours. Do you need anything while I'm down there?"

We both shook our heads, and we all carried on with our business.

Mrs. Lovett's POV

I walked out of the barber shoppe with a smirk on my face. I knew exactly how I was going to get rid of her. I had to set the plan in action.

Dear General Gibson,

I would like to inform you of your daughter's whereabouts. She is living at 186 Fleet Street in London, England. She lives in the comfort of the home of a humble baker, Nellie Todd and the baker's husband, her lover, Sweeney Todd. Please come straight away to clean up this mess. I'm sure the baker would appreciate it, as would I. Hope all goes well, and thank you for your time.

Sincerely yours,

Judge Brennan Turpin

With that I sent the letter off to Alaizabel's precious father.

Two Weeks Later

The bell to my shoppe rang, even though it had been closed due to my being sick with a cold. I got up from my comfortable chair and answered. "Hello?"

A man with dark brown hair and shocking green eyes stood in front of me. "Are you Mrs. Todd?"

I cleared my throat. "Yes, but I usually go by Mrs. Lovett. That's what everyone in town calls me at least. Mr. Lovett was my first 'usband. Poor Albert, died of gout you know? Anyways, 'ow can I 'elp you?"

"Well, I've heard you have my daughter here, Alaizabel Marks. I was going to bring her back home."

"Of course, of course. Come in, sit down, make yourself comfy. Would you like some ale sir?"

"No thank you ma'am. Is my daughter here at this time?" He asked grumpily.

"She's out shoppin' with my 'usband. They needed to go to the market for more barber supplies. 'E's been teachin' 'er the things 'e needs around the shoppe. And she's been sleepin' with him. Our marriage 'as been so rocky these last few weeks. I don't know what to do!" I began to cry.

The General came around the counter and wrapped his arm around me, "It'll be okay. I'll take her home to her betrothed, and your marriage will be as warm and gay as it was before."

"Thank you, thank you so much. I don't know how I'll ever repay you?" I continued to sob. "Does she know you're comin'?"

"No, no she doesn't. She will soon enough though."

I nodded and returned to my work.

Alaizabel's POV

Sweeney and I were racing back home, and I was in the lead. I burst through the door of the pie shoppe, and stopped dead in my tracks.

"F-father?"

Sweeney came up behind me and saw my face, "What's wrong, my belle?"

"No, no," I turned to run and was hit over the head with something. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was Sweeney capturing me in his arms.

Sweeney's POV

I woke up on Mrs. Lovett's couch with the worst headache I've had without being drunk. I struggled to recall what happened. As I looked for Alaizabel in her room my memories came flooding back. I ran to Mrs. Lovett's shoppe.

"Alaizabel! Alaizabel, my sweet, where are you?"

"'e took 'er…" Mrs. Lovett said in a dead tone.

"What? No, no, no. Who was that?" I asked as I began to pace the floor.

"'er father," she whispered. "'e 'ad me at gunpoint. I couldn't do anythin'. I couldn't even warn 'er. I'm so sorry, love."

I dropped to my knees, "Alaizabel, what am I going to do?" I sat there, for how long I don't know. The more I sat there the less depressed I got, and the more murderous I became. General Gibson would pay, if it was the last thing I was going to do. I went upstairs, and began to pack my essentials in order to get her back.

"I don't wanna live. I don't wanna breathe 'les I feel you next to me. You take the pain I feel. Waking up to you never felt so real. I don't wanna sleep, I don't wanna dream 'cause my dreams don't comfort me. The way you make me feel. Waking up to you never felt so real. Alaizabel, I will bring you home."

With that I locked up my shoppe, and went to find the one person I cared about.