Surprise! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Wait? It's not your birthday? Lol, just kidding. So, how do you like my little Toby and Genevieve surprise?

Well, just so you know the end is near, but not as near as you'd think.

Genevieve's POV…

I kept both mine and Toby's secrets as concealed as I possibly could. Mrs. Lovett never suspected a thing about him, even though she already knew about me. For months on end we secretly changed and went deer hunting while Mrs. Lovett slept. Many a night did we ever-so-quietly slip from the pie shop to run our hearts out in the pitch-back forest just outside of London. The funny thing about all this is that Toby hasn't learned to howl yet, so, I take him as far away from London as I can and we howl together. I knew for a fact that if the old woman who begs for alms on Fleet Street heard us, she would blame Mrs. Lovett for it all.

This continued for about five months, then, we got to take a trip to the sea to Mr. Todd's expense. We were so happy to see Mrs. Lovett get her dream. She practically cried when she found out where we were going. It was a wonderful trip. Mrs. Lovett, Mr. Todd, Toby and I played in the ocean repeatedly. We splashed each other with water. We then had picnics on the beach.

During the night, in the cabin we rented for the week, while Toby and I slept, Mrs. Lovett and Mr. Todd would sneak out, giggling as they went. Now, I know what they were up to. I always found myself laughing loudly after I knew they were far enough from the cabin that they wouldn't hear me. I was a strange young lass. I found sexuality funny when it's supposed to be serious.

"What are you laughing about?" asked Toby, who I took to be asleep but who was actually awake. I told him it was an adult joke and that I'd explain when he was older.

When we returned back to London, and the pie shop, things were normal again. We went back to selling boat-loads of pies, and receiving quite the purse for it. While Toby and Mrs. Lovett ran to the market, I stayed behind and took care of the customers.

I began rolling dough on the counter, singing as I did. "Green finch and linnet bird, nightingale, black bird, teach me how to siiiinnnngggg…," I paused, and turned my attention to the door. There stood a man, a very handsome man. I tightened my grip on the rolling pin. "May I 'elp you, sir?" I asked.

The man crossed the counter, until her was about two feet before me. "Yes. I am Anthony Hope. Do you know where I could find Mr. Todd?" he asked.

I looked at the man's darting black eyes and realized that it was safe to converse with him. "Yes, I believe 'e is upstairs," I replied.

Anthony Hope looked around, and then peered up the staircase within the pie shop that went up to the tonsorial parlor, the one Mrs. Lovett told us to never use. Something in his eyes burned with hatred, but what could it be? He turned back to me. "Are you the one they call 'Mrs. Lovett'?" he asked.

I laughed loudly. "I wish! No, dearie, I'm Genevieve Willoughby."

"You are a relative of Mrs. Lovett, then?"

"Hardly."

"Are you an employee of hers?" he asked, much flabbergasted.

I nodded. "Aye that be it, there!" I quietly went back to dough-rolling. "What are you lookin' for Mr. Todd for, love?" I asked.

Anthony Hope shook his head. "I require his assistance with something."

Just then, Toby kicked the door open with his foot, and then staggered into the shop carrying a huge bag of flour.

"Well, well, well, look at you, Lad," I said, practically laughing at him. "'Elpin' out 'ole Mrs. Lovett with her groceries!"

Toby threw the bag of flour over the edge of the counter, where it fell with a crash to the floor. Toby then looked disappointed. I walked over to the flour sack, and slung it over my shoulder with only one hand. "Don't worry, Toby, just keep eatin' meat pies and you'll get stronger," I informed him. I looked at Anthony Hope. "Mr. Hope, this is Toby, another employee of Mrs. Lovett."

"Please, call me Anthony," said Anthony Hope.

"Alright," I replied. "Anthony."

Mrs. Lovett strode into the hop, struggling more with her own bag of flour than Toby did. I walked over to her. I snatched the flour sack from her, and slung it over my other shoulder. "Ma'am, this is Mr. Anthony Hope, 'e's come lookin' for Mr. T," I said to her.

"Alright. Take those down to the bake 'ouse for me would ya?" she asked, patting my shoulder.

"Yes, Ma'am."

I quietly made my way down to the bake house. As soon as the flour sacks were where they were supposed to be, I began to realize what was near. It was the day of the first full moon of the month. Tonight Toby and I would transform, and I would have to conceal us from everyone. I would take Toby to the manor, or rather, the remnants of it. The place where the both of us were born, it would be so nice to go back.

"Genevieve!" called Mrs. Lovett for me, "we 'ave customers!"

"Coming, Mrs. Lovett!" I called back.

I collected my skirt in my fists and bolted back up to the shop. But when I got there, I never expected to see what I did. Anthony had taken his leave and a man had Mrs. Lovett pinned against the wall, her meat cleaver to her neck. When I saw this, I reacted quickly, and ripped from my dress. I landed on four paws, and shot my ears back, but I remained quiet.

"Where is he? Mr. Todd, I mean, where is he?" hissed the man. "Where is Todd?"

"'E's upstairs," Mrs. Lovett managed to stammer.

Suddenly, the man turned around.

It was Judge Turpin!

I snarled loudly, for all to hear.

"BY GOD!" he shouted. He dropped the meat cleaver with a ping upon the floor. "What in the name of god?"

I began to slowly inch forward. I dropped my tail flat between my hind legs, and lowered my head a bit. Judge Turpin dropped his hold of Mrs. Lovett, and bolted for the door. Mrs. Lovett slid down from the wall, and landed into a sitting position. She began to breathe deeply. I inched toward her, my side to her. I stopped, and calmly looked at her.

I will protect you, Lovett, I thought.

I focused my attention to Judge Turpin, who stood in the doorway, looking rather angered. Suddenly, he launched himself across the room, and belly-slid, managing to grab the meat cleaver in his hands.

I bounded across the room, and stood before him, growling in his very face.

He got to his feet, and launched himself toward Mrs. Lovett. Then suddenly, without noticed, Toby knocked him across the room.

"TOBY!" I called in happiness.

Toby got in Judge Turpin's face, and snarled. He then chased him out the pie shop door, and into the street. He ran, cursing us. Toby neared Mrs. Lovett slowly. Mrs. Lovett began to panic. She grabbed her rolling pin from the counter, and began to swing it at Toby.

"GET, YOU! GET OUT!" she screamed.

"Ma'am, it's me, Toby," Toby whined from behind his wolf teeth.

"You Lie! Toby is not a monster! GET!" She yelled.

What had gotten into her?

She then picked up many glass bowls and began chucking them at us. One hit Toby in his head, and, being a male werewolf, it angered him. He launched at her, teeth bared. I jumped behind him, and grabbed the flab of skin behind his neck, and pulled him back.

"Toby, don't!" I hissed. I grabbed his skin again, and began to pull him towards the door. "Mrs. Lovett wants us out. You know the rules I taught you. The treaty, we must stay away from those places in which we are not welcome."

"GET OUT!" yelled Mrs. Lovett.

And with that, we both fled the shop. Mrs. Lovett stood on the porch behind us. She had a broom, and was waving it around, as if to hit us if we neared her. "DON'T YOU EVER COME BACK! I DON"T WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!"

We ran from Fleet Street, people looking at us oddly. I hate t say it but, I loved Mrs. Lovett and I would miss her. Surely Mr. T would come looking for us.

What's going on with Mrs. Lovett? Hmmm…. Let's find out, for the next chapter is the second to last!