The day started as it normally would have, and Mrs. Lovett was now in her pie shop setting the flowers that she had recently gotten from the market in vases that sat on the tables for an extra touch of cheerfulness to the place, as gloomy as it was in all. Not to mention the business hasn't been as good as it was since Mr. Todd stopped shaving his customers, she never understood why he did. Although Mrs. Lovett was thankful for it, she was beginning to think that revenge had clouded his vision. Perhaps- She thought, perhaps he was beginning to see the better things in life, despite her countless efforts to get him out of that dusty old room of his and out into some fresh air.

She was in the middle of making Mr. Todd his tea when she heard the door open and shut. Figuring it was Toby she didn't look up and she began to talk as she had her back turned to whoever was standing behind her.

"Toby, love, do ya think you can get this to Mista-"

Mrs. Lovett immediately paused when she turned around only to find Charles Westward standing before her.

"Oh, I'm sorry I thought you was…" Mrs. Lovett stuttered in embarrassment, "Oh never mind, sorry."

Mr. Westward flashed Mrs. Lovett a creepy grin, the grin that reminded her of Sweeney Todd when he was either planning his revenge or in the heat of fulfilling it.

"Oh don't worry, did you get the flowers I sent you?" He said as she nervously looked around the room for a tray, something about that man just didn't seem right to her, and she lived with a sadistic barber that killed his customers while singing show tunes.

"Y-yes." She replied as she looked over at him carefully, watching him as she noticed that he was looking at her funny.

"I was hoping that maybe you changed your mind about going out for a while with me, I mean it could be fun." Mr. Westward inquired, if only she would agree, but she wasn't so damn stubborn that he had been planning plan B. But if she would just listen and go out with him everything would turn out perfectly. He knew it would drive the barber mad- or at least he'd hoped. Mr. Westward was quite observant, he had seen the way he looked at Mrs. Lovett, he acted as if she was his own private possession. Kind of like an elderly woman and her china dolls, they treasure them from afar but when it comes to little grandchildren or them themselves playing with them it's simply out of the question… But in this case Mrs. Lovett was the china doll, Mr. Todd was the elderly woman and Mr. Westward was the mere child that only wanted to have a look see, not to mention torment Mr. Todd and have him understand what it's like to loose the one that you love or at least care about to another man.

Mrs. Lovett sighed, she kind of figured what this was about, if she only knew why the man was so interested in her. It wasn't like she was all that attractive. Her ghastly appearance could make babies cry, the ghost-like paleness of her skin, the bags under her eyes… Maybe those were just the tiny imperfections that others looked around. She didn't want to toot her own horn or anything but she had to admit that her bodice and her figure was pretty nice and her plump cabernet lips were only slightly chapped due to the chilly London weather. Then again, she was in her early forties, so, why was he trying so hard? I mean their were plenty of young single woman on the streets, so, why her?

"Mr. Westward, I am sorry, but my mind is not changed, and I do not intend on changing it anytime soon." Mrs. Lovett's tone may have sounded more irritated than she had intended, but this man just didn't seem to want to give up.

An involuntary frown seemed to have swept across his face but quickly it seemed to became transfused with an almost cheesy smile when plan B vividly dance across his mind.

"That's completely understandable." Mr. Westward replied before putting his cap back on.

Mrs. Lovett looked at him oddly before turning to the door, Mr. Todd was just coming into the pie shop and she hurriedly went over to him. She didn't know why but she always felt safer when he was around, when in reality she should have been afraid of him. With his constant death threats and evil glares he'd always seemed to shoot her at every chance he got… But lately, it seemed as though he had been acting different almost as if he was beginning to warm up.

"Good morning Mista Todd, you've met Mr. Westward." Mrs. Lovett began feeling a sudden rush of protection while standing beside him.

Mr. Todd studied him for a moment- he looked like such a common, ordinary man. Yet at the same time so familiar… Charles Westward… Charles Westward.

He should have offered him a free shave right then and there, but then again, his razors had been put to rest. Besides he didn't think that Mr. Westward had recognized him from his old days.

So with a faux and forced smile he replied in just as much enthusiasm as Mrs. Lovett's, "Pleasure to see you, mr. Westward."

Mr. Todd pretended he remembered seeing him at the pub and shook his hand, secretly wanted to strangle him. He was looking at Mrs. Lovett- Well, he didn't know how to explain how he was but let's just say that he was staring at her as if she was fresh meat.

Sweeney Todd did not like that, neither did Mrs. Lovett.

Mr. Westward thought, he had to get Barker out of the way so he could get to Mrs. Lovett… He then had an idea, the knock out drops he had purchased the other day incase Mrs. Lovett would refuse like he figured she would. He thought that he could drop them into her tea or coffee, whatever she was drinking and than, bam, she would be knocked out cold.

But how?

"Mr. Westward, I hope you pardon me trying to usher ya out in all but I 'ave lots to do… Feel free to stop by anytime." As soon as the last six words rolled off of her tongue she regretted them.

"Will do, Mrs. Lovett will do." And with that he tipped his hat and headed to the door pausing when he saw Mr. Todd and Mrs. Lovett with their backs turned examining the, what he overheard, broken oven.

Thinking of nothing else he recalled the tea on the counter. It must be his. He thought before secretly slipping the vile of knock out drops from his jacket. He dropped three droplets into the tea before quickly slipping out of her pie shop.

Boy oh boy, was Mr. Todd in for a treat.

Oh my gosh, finding out that Scarlett Masquerade is leaving fan fiction really got me depressed… Anyone feel the same way?

Sorry about the long wait… this was supposed to be longer but I have been busy and I wanted to get this up as soon as possible! Plus I shortened it. ;D

Please review and expect a few chapters this weekend. :D