Author's Note: Two chapters in one day... again! I really don't have much of a life... do I? Please read on and enjoy. :3

Dislaimer: I do not own the splendidness of Sweeney Todd

The Years No Doubt Have Changed Me Sir...


"'Aven' we alrady talked about this, Mr. T?" Nellie pleaded. "Yer only sposed ter the judge an' the Beadle."

"I have to pick one of the two of you... and I ended up picking you, Nellie!" Sweeney yelled. "I gave up my own wife for you!"

"Yeh, yeh did this all fer us?" She whispered.

"Every bit o' it." He gripped the razor at his belt and began to pull it out. "Lucy, love, this is it."

"N-no!" She yelled, but before Sweeney fully pulled out his razor, a costumer had just walked into the door of the pie shop...

And his name, happened to be Judge Turpin.


"What are you doing to that woman, sir?" The judge asked, his voice thick with smugness.

Sweeney managed to shove the glinting object back into his pocket before Turpin could see what he had actually been planning to do. "Why nothing, good judge."

Nellie stared at him, letting the venom in his words ring through his ears. He was pissed beyond belief; whether it was because he hadn't gotten to kill Lucy, or because the man who had made his life hell had just walked into her kitchen, she didn't know.

"Then why was this woman yelling?"

"She isn' right in 'er 'ead, sir." Nellie said with a weak smile.

"Then shouldn't you send her off to Bedlam? Is it really alright for a mentally ill person to stay in a home with a barber and a baker?" Turpin spat back, his gaze lingering on Nellie.

"We keep a good eye on her." Sweeney said with a growl. "Now what can I help you with today? Did you come for a pie... or perhaps even a shave?"

The judge removed his slimey gaze from Nellie and managed to meet the barber's eyes half-heartedly. "I came for a shave, barber."

"Ah good, I haven't had a costumer all day." Sweeney whispered, giving the judge a light push towards the door. "My shop is at the top of the stairs. I'll be up in a moment."

The judge eyed him cautiously, but eventually gave in and headed up the grimy stairs toward his shop.

Sweeney felt a grin spread across his face as Nellie grabbed his hand softly.

"This is it, love." She whispered.

"Everything I've suffered for... for what he did to my Lucy and Johanna..." Sweeney gripped the razor at his side. "It all will be avenged tonight."

He looked over at Nellie and felt a smaller smile hit his lips. As he leaned over and pressed his lips softly onto hers, he felt his stomach churn in delight. He was in love and he was about to get his revenge... nothing could be much better than this.


Sweeney could tell from the moment he stepped into his shop, that the judge was getting impatient with him.

"Sorry about the wait." Sweeney mumbled, pulling his razor from it's case. "My landlady needed me to help her with something before I attended to you."

"As long as you live up to your expectation, barber I don't care. Make this quick and clean."

Sweeney grinned. "But of course."

As he began to lather Turpin's face and neck with the soft shaving cream, he felt joy overtake his body. Everything was going to end here and now.

"That landlady of yours is quite a looker, isn't she barber?" The comment shook Sweeney for a moment, and he felt the joy be firmly replaced by anger.

"My name is Sweeney Todd, good sir, and that woman is quite gorgeous." He gritted his teeth, keeping back the urge to slit his throat then and there.

"Well Mr. Todd, if she's unavailable, perhaps she would be interested in paying a visit to my house...?" The judge whispered, closing his eyes as Sweeney brough the razor to the side of his cheek.

"I don't think she would, sir." Sweeney growled, bringing the razor quickly down to the judge's neck.

"What is the meaning of this?" Turpin yelled, attempting to stand.

"Revenge is a dish best served scalding hot, Judge Turpin." Sweeney growled as he pulled the razor across his throat. "Benjamin Barker is back to revenge everyone in his family who's been tormented to hell by you!"

The judge replied with a soft gurgle, but was soon silenced as death crept upon his body. Judge Turpin was a dead man... and Sweeney Todd realized, he still didn't feel complete. He had forgotten a dire detail... and as he watched the body of the man who had destroyed his life drop down into the basement, he remembered it with ease.

The Beadle needed to die as well.


Nellie smiled as Sweeney walked back into her shop, not but an hour later.

"I take it yeh did away with 'im then?" She asked, setting the dough in her hand down onto the countertop.

"Yes." He stated, sitting down in the booth across from her.

"Wot's the matter, love?" She asked, sitting down beside him.

"I still have to get to the Beadle... and I still need to do something with Lucy..." Sweeney looked around the bakehouse frantically. "Where is she?"

"I's okay. I locked 'er up in me room." Nellie layed her head on his shoulder and sighed uneasily. "I love yeh."

"I know," He answered with a smile. "But you know wot else I know you love?"

Nellie looked at him curiously before he plundered his lips hungrily onto hers. She felt herself gasp as he nibbled her lip lightly, and she couldn't help but tangle her fingers through his hair greedily. He pulled her closer to his chest and flet him shake from the lack of air and entoxity of the kiss. Finally, he pulled away breathlessly and smiled.

"That," She breathed, looking up at him with hungry eyes. "And so much more."


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