Well, seeing I have a long weekend and a fresh idea in my skull, I have given you all another chapter. Thank you to all who have reviewed! I like this chapter that chapter 1. It explains stuff a bit more, I suppose. Enjoy!

Mrs. Lovett cautiously walked up the stairs to Sweeney Todd's barber shop. She wasn't sure what she'd find, seeing he acted strangely after she had told him about Albert's lie.

Humph…Albert, that bastard…

Mrs. Lovett shook her head slightly when she thought about her late husband. She knew that he wasn't fond of the Barkers, but she never thought he would lie to her face about Lucy. Albert must've had the poor dear shipped off to Bedlam. That would make sense, seeing the beggar woman seemed crazed whenever Mrs. Lovett would come across her. Mrs. Lovett felt her blood boil with rage at her late husband. If he was still alive, she'd kill him and she was sure that Sweeney would kill him as well.

"Mr. Todd?" Mrs. Lovett called out softly as she opened the door. She saw how bloody the shop was, to no surprise to her. That's why she had brought her cleaning supplies with her. However, she was more concerned about Sweeney than the shop. She peered around the darkness until she discovered him sitting in his barber's chair. Sweeney was staring off into space, not a scratch on him. The only blood on him was the blood from Judge Turpin.

Well, at least 'e didn' try an' kill 'imself.

With a satisfied sigh, Mrs. Lovett began to clean up the bloody mess, starting with the large window. She didn't know how he had managed that.

"Where's the boy?" Sweeney asked suddenly. Mrs. Lovett turned slightly with some hesitation.

"He's restin', Mr. Todd. 'E promised not t' tell a soul about wot we've done," Mrs. Lovett answered calmly. Sweeney grunted softly. So, Mrs. Lovett decided to continue.

"Besides, I made 'im a promise as well." Sweeney turned in his seat and looked up at her. How the moon light shined on his face sent shivers down her spine. She wasn't sure how he would take this, but the killings had to stop. He did get his revenge, after all.

"What was your promise, my dear?" Mrs. Lovett tensed up.

"I promised 'im that th' killings would stop." Silence. Mrs. Lovett watched Sweeney stand up and face her completely. As always, he had an unreadable expression on his face.

Bugger. I've done it now…

"I couldn't agree more, my love," Sweeney replied calmly. Mrs. Lovett stared at him.

"Come again?" She asked. Sweeney smiled slightly. It wasn't his usual scowl or evil grin. No, it was an honest smile. This smile made Mrs. Lovett very uneasy, seeing the Sweeney Todd she knew never smiled like this.

"I have gotten what I've wanted, have I not?"

"Well, yes yeh have…"

"So, there's no reason for me to continue," Sweeney concluded, sitting back down in the barber's chair. Mrs. Lovett got back to work, not feeling wise to speak another word to the man. He was acting way too calm for someone who had just murdered his own wife.

When Mrs. Lovett finished the window, she began to mop up the floor. She was very much aware of the eyes that watched her. So, she tried to ignore them and get along with her work. It was hard to ignore him. Prior to this hectic night, Sweeney barely noticed Mrs. Lovett. Now, he was watching her like she was the first thing he had ever seen in his life.

"Mr. Todd, are yeh sure you're alright?" Mrs. Lovett finally asked. In the past she would've loved to have him stare at her. However, his recent behavior has concerned her greatly. Sweeney Todd has always been unpredictable.

"Never better, my pet." Mrs. Lovett stopped what she was doing and faced Sweeney completely, placing her hands on her hips.

"Mr. Todd," She said sternly, "You killed yer wife t'night."

"She wasn't my wife," Sweeney replied softly. Mrs. Lovett stared at him in bewilderment.

"Mr. Todd…"

"Yes, Mr. Todd. Her last name was Barker. So, she was not me wife, Mrs. Lovett. She was Ben's wife."

"But, if tha' wos th' case, why would you want t' avenge her if Ben was dead as yeh claimed?" Mrs. Lovett asked unsurely. Sweeney calmly stood up, keeping his eyes on Mrs. Lovett. She tensed up slightly, preparing herself for whatever he may be planning to do to her.

"Because, my sweet, a very small part of Benjamin was still alive in me. That was the side of me that wanted revenge. When I found out that I killed Lucy that side of me died." Sweeney took a step closer to Mrs. Lovett.

"Benjamin Barker is officially dead," He whispered. Mrs. Lovett tried to comprehend all of this he was saying. If she understood him right, it was Benjamin Barker who was driving Sweeney into revenge and slaughter. Now that Benjamin was dead, so was Sweeney's blood lust and love for Lucy Barker.

"Are yeh sayin' that yeh don't love Lucy anymore?" Mrs. Lovett asked softly. Sweeney regarded her question, never looking away from her.

"Benjamin loved her. Even if I, Sweeney Todd, loved her; she'd never love me back. I am not him and never will be him."

"Do yeh, at least, feel remorse for killin' her?" She asked. Sweeney was silent for a moment.

"No, she was already dead, Mrs. Lovett. All I did was finish what she had started when she took that poison." His words shocked Mrs. Lovett. Sweeney Todd, the man who seemed to be born out of vengeance and love for Lucy Barker, just said that he felt no remorse for killing her. Oddly, though, Mrs. Lovett understood his reason. The Lucy that everyone knew did metaphorically die when she took the poison. The only reason why Mrs. Lovett recognized Lucy that night was because she got a good look at her.

"Mrs. Lovett," Sweeney growled softly, snapping the baker out of her thoughts. She looked up at him and noticed that he was closer.

"Y-yes, love?"

"May I use your bathroom? I need to clean meself up." Mrs. Lovett looked him over. Yes, he would need a sound bath.

"Of course, dear. Yer clean laundry should be in th' bathroom next to th' tub. I'll finish up in 'ere as yeh bathe," Mrs. Lovett said casually, brushing past Sweeney to retrieve her mop. He slowly walked past her, placing his hand briefly on her shoulder as he passed. She watched him leave, startled by the contact with his hand. His new epiphany was going to take some getting used to.

Sorry if this is still a tad confusing. Things will clear up as the story goes on. Well, please review and let me know if I'm doing okay or not. "T.T.F.N."!