Stephen Sondheim and Tim Burton owns Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street. I own all my own people
A/N Alright, last chapter. Sorry for the looooong update wait on the last chapter, but, like I said, I hope it was worth the wait. Enjoy my fellow Sweeney fans.

"Here," Sweeney said handing Mrs. Lovett a hot cup of tea as the two sat on the couch together, a thin blanket wrapped around her her only covering.
"Thank you," she spoke softly grabbing the tea and sipping it slowly.
He sat down beside her, groaning softly as the pain in his stomach ripped through him once more. Toby had been gone for twenty minutes, without signs that help was on the way.
They both sat in silence as Mrs. Lovett sipped her tea, both to unsure of what to say.
"So," Sweeney said after what felt like forever in uncomfortable silence. "Did he... you know?"
Mrs. Lovett stared into her cup, giving a brief nod and biting her bottom lip to keep the tears from spilling.
Sweeney sighed and looked down to the ground.
"I'm sorry," he spoke to her sincerely, "but I tried to warn you that-"
"Sweeney, please," Mrs. Lovett pleaded, tears beginning to fall from her eyes "you were right, I was wrong, but I'm really not in the mood to 'ear a lecture from ya."
Sweeney bit back his remark and looked back down to the unpolished wood floor.
After awhile, Mrs. Lovett spoke again.
"I'm sorry," she told him looking down at her now empty cup, "I know you were jus' lookin' out for me, but." Tears began to fall harder, "I didn't think somethin' like that would 'appen to me, or that a man 'oo acted like that would do such a 'orrible thing. I just haven't felt that way about a man in a long time, and when 'e started sayin' I was beautiful, and that 'e loved me, I believed it. " She shook her head as more tears came pouring out of her dark eyes, "I should 'o listened to ya. I never should 'ave believed a man could love me or that I was anything special."
"Eleanor Jane Lovett," Sweeney said, looking up at her, "I know you don't believe that about yourself."
" 'Ow can it not be true?" She let out a sob, but quickly wiped away the tears. "No one beside 'im 'as even showed the slightest bit 'o interest in me since Albert died. I'm nothin', and this proves it."
"Nellie, listen to me, " Sweeney told her, turning her head towards his, "you are beautiful, smart, kind, intelligent. I'm serious," he insisted seeing her scoff, "and if no other man besides 'him'," he said, spitting out the last word like it was poison, "can see it, then every man in London is an idiot."
Mrs. Lovett looked into his eyes and he into hers, and her heart began racing.
"You really think that?" she whispered
"Every word," Sweeney told her, his eyes never leaving hers.
They stared into one another's eyes for a moment before the bell in the front rang, followed by heavy footsteps.
"They're in there," they heard Toby yell, and he ran into the parlor, followed by two policemen.
"Mam, are you alright?" one of the cops asked her.
Mrs. Lovett didn't answer as she and Sweeney continued to look into each other eyes.
"Mam," the second cop asked giving her a tiny shake,
She blinked and turned towards him, "Wot's goin' on?"
"I'm Officer Alan Steely, Are you okay?" The first cop asked once more.
Mrs. Lovett ran a hand through her hair and nodded, "I'm fine. The man responsible is in there."
She pointed to her bedroom where Thomas laid dead. One of the cops went in there and then shouted out to his partner.
" 'Ees dead!"
Alan turned back to Mrs. Lovett, looking over her bruises.
"Is the man dead responsible for hurting you?"
Mrs. Lovett nodded, biting her bottom lip.
" 'Ee was... 'e was in the middle of 'urtin' me when Mr. Todd rushed in and saved me."
Alan turned to Sweeney , "is that true Mr. Todd?"
Sweeney nodded, "Yes. He was on top of her and she was tied to her bed screaming when I went in there."
He nodded, "Well thank you, Mr. Todd. You probably saved this woman's life today."
Sweeney merely shrugged before Alan took out his notebook.
"You two are gonna 'ave to go to the hospital, before we take your statements on what happened. And don't worry, we should get all of that," he motioned to the bedroom where a large puddle of blood had formed, "cleaned up by the time you get back."
Mrs. Lovett nodded before Alan stuck his hand out for Mrs. Lovett to grab.
Apprehensive at first, she soon grabbed it and he pulled her up, being careful to make sure the blanket stayed on her.
As soon as she stood up, she let out a cry of pain and stumbled to the ground, but the cop caught her before she hit the ground.
"You're okay," he told her, helping to stand her up. She hated his touch, innocent as it was, but she didn't want to tell him that. She didn't want to look even more weaker in Sweeneys eyes then she had.
As he helped her to the door as Mrs. Lovett glanced back at Sweeney, silently pleading with him to come with her.
With a groan of pain, he stood up from the couch and looked towards the bedroom, where the other cop was busy drawing the crime scene out.
He knew she had been changed, she knew that it would take her a long time to get over this, perhaps she never would. She had been broken, she would no longer dream of a life by the sea, but instead be haunted by what had happened that night.
He would help her as best he knew how, try to get her to her old self, but he knew that it would be hard.
But he also knew that Thomas was dead, never to haunt her again, never to hurt her as long as she lived, and hoped that would give her some freedom.
With a sigh, he walked out after them, shutting the door behind him, thanking God, that he had woken up, from this part of the nightmare at least.

Final Thoughts: Doesn't that just scream 'Sequel'? It surely does, so be sure to review this, and be on the look out for,
"The Demons Nightmare Two: The Awakening,"
Will it be Sweenet, or is Alan more involved in Mrs. Lovetts life then Sweeney would like? Be sure to read and find out.