Alright, time for the final battle!

Mrs. Lovett's POV…

How could they? Betray me like so? I knew Genevieve was a creature all along, but, I never expected Toby to be one! It was just too much to handle. I had to shoo them from me. I didn't trust them anymore. I never was good with children anyway.

I sat at my counter, lightly sipping gin. I could've sworn that something moved inside me. I decided that I was just catching a cold again.

"Eleanor," said a voice from the doorway. I gently turned my head toward the voice. Why, it was my lover-boy, Mr. T. He stood, back pressed against the wall, wiping his bloody razor on a towel. "Got more meat for the pies," he said. He entered the shop, scanning around. "Where are the children?" he asked, stepping into the light.

"They've gone out," I said flatly.

He took a seat next to me. "Well, while they're out, let's take advantage of the empty barber's chair, shall we?" he whispered into my ear. I could feel his hot breath on the nape of my neck.

I turned my eyes to him. "Later, Dearie, I'm afraid I'm not feelin' up to date."

"Alright, then, later."

I got up. "I 'ave pies to take out in the bake 'ouse. Please excuse me."

I then walked smoothly to the bake house. On my way down there, the Beadle and Judge Turpin were standing by the entrance to the barber shop. I ignored them, I hated them anyways. Besides, I had pies to make.

Genevieve's POV…

We stayed away from the pie shop for hours. It bothered me so to be away from Mrs. Lovett and Mr. T, even though I was starting to hate Mr. T. I don't know why, but ever since the trip to the beach, I started to burn with hatred towards him. Toby and I wandered the dark back alleys of London, as Gulliver and I used to do. Wait!

Gulliver!

I left my beautiful horse on Fleet Street! What if Mr. T or Mrs. Lovett sold him to a butcher. He's all I have left of my father, I had to go back for him!

Toby and I had been sitting under a tree by the docks, when I remembered Gulliver.

"We 'ave to go back for 'im!" I insisted.

"But, Mrs. Lovett said to never come back," Toby said quietly.

"I guess I don't care. Besides, I don't trust Mr. Todd. We 'ave to go back."

So we did, but as we got to the end of Fleet Street, we could hear a loud, blood-curdling scream. Many of them, actually. The hair on the back of my neck stood erect. I noticed that Toby's did as well. His ears shot up.

"Is that Mrs. Lovett?" he asked.

"I think so. C'mon," I urged.

As we ran toward the pie shop, I could see the old lady standing at the corner. The one who absolutely hated Mrs. Lovett.

"The witch is sproutin' wolves!" she shrieked.

Toby growled at her, which caused her to run away. I grabbed his neck again and we ran.

I lead him at a running pace, around the pie shop, and through the area with the picnic tables. I decided to be sly and launched myself over four picnic tables at a time. Toby did the same, giggling as he did it. I slowed to a stalk when we reached the bake house door, which was surprisingly open. As we crept down the stone stairs, we could hear the voices of Mr. Todd and Mrs. Lovett. We stopped and listened.

"You lied to me," said Mr. Todd.

"No, not lied at all, no I never lied. Said she took a poison, never said that she died. But, it left her weak in the head, poor thing, all she did was just lied there in bed, should've been in hospital, but it left her in bedlam instead..," Mrs. Lovett sang.

Mr. Todd was crouching over the figure of dead blond woman. He stood up, and turned to her. I gasped, for his face was covered in blood. Now I understood what was in the meat pies all along. It was human meat!

The next thing he did was inch toward her, as she confessed how much she loved him, and how she'd be a better wife than his wife had been. He then began saying how she said not to dwell on the past, and he took her into his arms, and began to dance with her. But as he did it, I noticed what he was up to. As they danced, he directed her toward the huge bake oven, which was open.

"Toby, stay here," I whispered.

He did so.

I watched, as Mr. Todd lifted Mrs. Lovett off her feet. I took off after them, snarling as I did.

He tossed her towards the open flames just as I launched myself into mid-air. As Mrs. Lovett tumbled toward the flames, my life seemed to slow into slow-motion. I felt the hem of her dress slip through my teeth, and I clenched down. With all my might, I forced her away from the flames, and she flew across the room. She landed near a wall, and just laid there. I turned to Mr. Todd and snarled.

He began to laugh. "Well, if it isn't naughty little Genevieve," he hissed. He held up a razor. "Come to die with 'er 'ave you?" he asked, gesturing toward Mrs. Lovett, who was half-awake, and held her head up.

"No I 'ave not. I'm here to deliver your death sentence."

He laughed again. "Is that so? Well, you should enjoy watching me gut your baker alive then," he sneered.

"Go to hell," I said.

He paused, and looked at me. "Yes, but 'er first," he said, holding the razor high above his head.

As he wet to strike, a white figure jumped from the staircase and knocked him over.

It was Toby!

Toby sat, crouched on Mr. Todd's chest. "Your razors can't save you now," he hissed. And with that, he began to maul the demon barber of Fleet Street.

I quickly turned back into my human form. I was a little embarrassed because I stood there in my knickers, and my corset. I quietly lifted Mrs. Lovett off the ground, and cradled her. I began walking toward the stairs. "Toby, when your finished, toss him into the fire, would ya?"

I carried Mrs. Lovett into her house- alcove, and set her on her settee. She moaned slightly. Her dress was covered in blood from the dead body. She smelled of rotten carcass as well. While she was unconscious, I changed her gown for her. But I noticed something about her body. I looked at her corset, and realized, that there was a small bump in it. I was a little weary about it, so I set my hand flat on it.

"Everything alright?" Toby asked, striding into the room. He stopped and looked at me. I looked up at him. He was sweaty and covered in Mr. Todd's blood. His black hair was spiked up from sweat. He looked down at my hand. "What are you doin'?" he asked.

I quickly took my hand away. "Toby, while I get poor Mrs. Lovett dressed, why don't you go draw yourself a bath?"

"Alright. Oh, I brought you something," he said, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out Mr. Todd's razor, and set it on the mantle. "This will surely get us enough to buy a 'ouse on the sea." He then strode from the room.

I went back to exploring the bump on Mrs. Lovett's corset. Did she have a tumor from something?

Suddenly, Mrs. Lovett's hand came over mine, and gently pressed mine down. Her eyes slowly opened, and they looked at me. "Genevieve," she whispered. She took my other hand in hers. "Where am I?"

I gently stroked her palm with my thumb. "You're at 'ome, Lovett," I whispered.

She faced me. "What 'appened?"

I sighed. "Mr. Todd tried to murder you. I just couldn't let 'im. Toby and I need you," I replied. "You gave us a 'ome when we needed one most."

She sighed. "Where is Mr. T?" she asked.

"Mr. Todd is dead," said a voice from the doorway. Toby stood there, his hair wet and clean. He was wearing just his trousers, his shirt was bundled up in his fist. He looked rather serious for a boy of his age. He walked toward us, and sat at her feet. "I had to kill 'im. I couldn't be the underdog anymore."

Mrs. Lovett began to shed tears. I knew she loved him and that they had quite the intimate relationship. Being as old as I am, I knew what having such kind of relationship could lead to. And not just too broken hearts. There were other things. Very many other things.

"Mrs. Lovett, what is this?" I asked, gently poking her bump.

She scoffed. "Oh, c'mon, isn't it obvious?" she asked.

I shook my head, and so did Toby.

"I'm pregnant," was all she replied.

Both my and Toby's jaws fell agape. Now, I felt really stupid for not knowing anything.

"And," she sighed. "I'm sorry for throwing you two out. I 'ad no right to do that."

"Yes you did," said Toby. "I'm thankful you did it too. I could've seriously 'urt you. And knowing that there are actually two of you now, it could've been much worse."

All she did was nod.

Awww, Mrs. Lovett is having a baby! How nice! I hated having to kill Sweeney but it was necessary. I actually love him sooo much! Anyone is as excited for the Oscar Awards as me? Helena is going to win, and when she does, I will fall to my knees crying, I will thank god and Jesus, and I will kiss my bedroom floor. Yeah, I'm that psyched.