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Toby watched as Mrs. Lovett paced back and forth. It had taken a glass of gin, but she had eventually calmed down, well, she was now more calm then she was before.

"Mum," Toby said, interrupting Mrs. Lovetts pacing. "Why don't you jus' go to the law? If 'ee's gonna 'urt Thomas, then you can jus' go tell them."

Mrs. Lovett shook her head.

"I couldn't do that to 'im, 'ee's bee too good to us."

Toby rolled his eyes. He hated Sweeney for that, for making his mum believe that he's done anything for her when really, it was her that did everything for him, and he treated her like garbage.

"'Ee doesn't do anything for us, mum."

"Yes 'ee does, you jus' don't see it. And don't roll your eyes at me, love."

"Yes, mum," he apologized, but she was back to pacing, he doubted she even hear him.

There was a knock at the door and Mrs. Lovett rushed to answer it.

"Thomas!"she cried, seeing him covered in blood.

"Nellie," he groaned falling into her arms.

"Go get 'elp!" she yelled to Toby who was looking on in fright.

She brought him to the couch and ripped off his bloody shirt.

Mum," Toby asked in a shaking voice, unsure of what to do.

"Go!" she yelled again.

With one last look of terror, he ran from the house.

She threw the shirt to the ground before rushing to the kitchen to grab a wet rag. Thomas took a deep breath and pulled out his knife from his pocket, still covered in Sweeneys blood, a grim smile on his face.

"She's gonna be all mine."

He heard her heels running back to the living room, and he quickly stuffed the knife back into his pocket.

Mrs. Lovett rushed back in the room and began wiping his chest with the wet rag.

"Oh god, wot did 'ee do ta you? I don't see a cut," she said, wiping more of the blood off.

"It's not my blood."

Mrs. Lovett looked up from his bloody chest and into his now gleaming eyes.

"Wot did you say?"

"I said." He took her hand and the look of pain was replaced with a look of evil. "This isn't my blood."

Mrs. Lovett looked at him in utter confusion and fear for a moment, before she yanked her hand out of his and walked to the door.

"I think you should leave now."

She opened the door a fraction before it slammed shut again.

With a gasp of surprise, she turned around and found Thomas in front of her, his hands on either side of her, blocking her from moving or opening the door.

"Wot do you want?" she asked, attempting to swallow her fear.

"What every guy wants, and you're going to give it to me."

"Get out now," she told him firmly, trying to hold in the fear.

He chuckled and moved a stray piece of hair from her face.

"The only place I'm going," he kissed her softly on the neck "is in you."

He grabbed her by the arms, hard, and threw her down on to the couch.

"Get off me!" she screamed as loud as her body would allow as he climbed on top of her.

He pinned her arms above her head and smiled as she struggled to get from under him.

"Sweeney!" she cried as the tears began to form in her eyes, " 'elp me! Sweeney, please!"

.He chuckled and got out the bloody knife from his jeans and showed it to her.

"Keep screaming for help, he can't hear you. That piece of garbage is dead."

"No! " she screamed yanking her arm out of his grip and punching him across the face as hard as she could.

He let out a cry of pain as he put his other hand to the place where she hit him. With a loud cry, she pushed him off her and got up and ran from the room.

He got up and ran after her, knife in hand. She was almost to the door, when he grabbed her by the arm and threw her to the ground and quickly got on top of her.

"NO! Get off of me! Sweeney!" she screamed again, refusing to believe his fate, "Sweeney! Toby! Somebody, 'elp!"

"Shut up!" he yelled, punching her across the face. She let out a cry of pain before he put the knife to her throat.

Mrs. Lovett let out a cry. "Please," she pleaded as the tears rolled down her face. "Please don't 'urt me."

He chuckled once more and hit her again. "Not a chance."

He kissed her forcefully on the mouth and she let out a muffled scream. He stuck his tongue in her mouth and she let out a gag before biting down.

Thomas let out a scream and pulled away, but she held on. With all the force he could muster, he hit her hard across the face and pulled away from her, the blood flowing out of his mouth like a waterfall..

"You fucking bitch!" he screamed hitting her harder then before. He brought up his knee and as hard as he could, brought it down in-between her legs.

Mrs. Lovett let out a scream of pain and tried once again to get from under him, but to no success.

He hit her once more, and with one last cry of pain, her eyes shut and she stopped struggling. Panting and bleeding, he got off of her and stood over her.

"Fucking cunt," he mumbled, kicking her hard in the ribs. He heard something crack, but she didn't wake up. He saw her chest rising and falling steadily, so he knew she wasn't dead.

Thomas went to the kitchen and got a rag and placed it to his tongue, cursing her.

"Stupid bitch," he muttered wiping the blood off.

"Oh well," he thought to himself, spitting blood onto the floor. :At least when she wakes up, you know she'll be a challenge."

He smiled at himself, thinking of her struggling, fighting, screaming for him to stop. He looked back in the living room and with a final spit of blood, he went back in there, circling her like a vulture circles his prey.

"You're gonna wish you never did that," he thought, rubbing his still bleeding tongue against the roof of his mouth.

With a slight groan, he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

Sweeney Todd groaned as he opened his eyes to the stone pavement in front of him, feeling a new sting of pain every time a rain drop hit. He closed his eyes and with tremendous effort, rolled over. He gasped in pain and looked down at his stomach where thick warm blood was gushing forth.

He started to close his eyes once more as he began to feel his eye lids get heavy.

"No!" he screamed at himself as he felt himself drift off to what he knew would be a never ending sleep. "You have to save her! You couldn't do anything for Lucy, but you can save her!"

With a groan, he opened his eyes once more and yelled in pain as he sat up, his breathing labored.

Shakingly, he stood up. Only to take one step and fall to the floor again .

He winced in pain and knew that if he could allow himself to just fall asleep, he would be out of pain, be with peace, be with Lucy...

"Get up!" Sweeney growled, his fists clenched, knowing he had to do something, knowing that Lucy wouldn't want him to cave like this.

With a loud yell, he forced himself to his knees, and with even more of an effort, he stood up.

With a stumble, he found his balance. The lightning struck, and he saw the brightest gleam of silver. He quickly picked it up and looked at it for a moment before putting it back in his holster.

Breathing heavily, he began to run to the place that started it all, towards Fleet Street.

And you all thought he was dead. Please review!!