So yes, this chapter is about half the size of the last. Why is this? Because it is Sweeney 3rd person! :)
A little side note; again, this is my rendition of the story. It's more of how I envisioned him to be like (And Nellie I might add). It is also based more on the true story of the whole ordeal. Releasing that now in case you hadn't caught it yet in past chapters. If you would like to know more about this, there is a book written by Peter Haining, a man who dedicated his life to discovering more about the truth. The book is called Sweeney Todd: The Real Story of the Demon Barber of Fleet Street. I feel as if Haining did get a lot of the facts correct in there, but there are still some that I question..
Anyway, if you are still with me on this, here is my next chapter. Please enjoy, read, and review!

Chapter 2

Sweeney left the room, thoughts pounding down on him like a violent storm. Yes, he was satisfied. But was he happy? Truly happy?

Never

Ms. Lovett gave him what nobody else could. He was cared for, loved, and she also didn't seem to care too much when she got in the way of his wrath. But it was never enough.

She would never be his wife.

If only things had been different. If only he hadn't driven her to madness. If only she hadn't taken that poison. If only...

He would never forget that terrible day; the day his Love had left him. The day when life as he knew it came crashing down. She was the only thing that had held the beast within. And she knew of this vile side of him. She always had. Yet, after being with each other for a few years, she was unable to handle it anymore.

That angered him.

Sweeney furiously hit his hand into the wall, memories flooding back through his mind. He remembered how he had messed up again, and how she had confronted him, a sense of madness in the way she responded. She had seemed so upset...and sad. And it had all been his fault.

Yet he knew deep inside, it wasn't.

His parents were to blame. Those two despicable beings whom brought him into an awful world; one of pain, and nothing else. Why the blessed hell did they ever do it? There was no sense to the matter. And all they had ever cared about was gin-that dreadful drink which brought almost everyone to their deaths during the famine.

Everyone except him.

His hand stung, pain shooting up through his arm. He glanced down, the room dark, but it was evident that his wound wasn't too deep. It would be nothing more than a few scrapes and possibly a bruise. Nothing he couldn't handle.

A sigh escaped his lips, and he made his way down to his room of death; the barber shop. He had not taken care of the body yet from earlier, as Nellie had obviously been distracting him... God the things that woman could do with her body at times. He smirked, and thoughts of what they would do next time began to fill his head.

It was early evening, but he realized that Nellie needed her sleep. She was a busy woman, and used much of her energy keeping them safe with her incantations. At first, Sweeney had been extremely skeptical of the whole thing, but realized that whatever she was doing, worked. Sure, the Law was pretty dumb at times, but, to say the least, he had been very sloppy with his killing. There were days when he honestly wouldn't care if he was to be caught; to die, that is. But they were just passing by thoughts, and usually he didn't think too much of the matter.

The room was incredibly dark, and he rummaged about, trying to find the object he was looking for. The area around him was suddenly set aglow as his wounded hand struck the match and he leaned in towards the lamp. Immediately shadows danced across the walls, haunting the place which so many had fallen prey to the hands of Death.

He slowly descended down into the basement, the lamp lighting his way. He was on a mission; one that distracted him quite well from the thoughts that tormented him daily.

Oh memories...he remembered when he was a young lad in prison, surrounded by thieves and murderers. He had been so new to the evils of the world, although since birth it had also been placed inside of him (he knew that now). His crime? Pick pocketing. Something that should have sent him straight to the gallows, but for some odd reason the judge had had pity on the boy..

Pity? He scuffed, realizing that for some reason through all of his carelessness he always seemed to escape that which everyone feared most.

This amused him in a peculiar way. He had held many lives within his palms numerous times (killing most he might add), and yet here he was, still breathing.

The basement was a cold, damp thing. And they were that way for a reason. But this one held a secret; however, it was unable to speak of the ghastly things that happened in the dark. Terrible deeds that Sweeney himself preformed.

He stepped closer to the body that had dropped from the level before earlier that day, knowing that rigamortis had not set in just yet. There had been no need to come down and finish the deed; Mr. Todd had made sure the man was dead before he fell into the abyss. And now, there was still plenty of time to do what needed to be done; prepare the meat for Ms. Lovett's pies.

A knife was pulled from his belt, and he reached for the rest of his tools that he always left there. Sweeney knew that he was skilled in this area; being a barber, he was also somewhat of a surgeon, and knew the body very well. He silently thanked the man who had spent several hours each day in that godforsaken prison, training Sweeney to learn all the ins and outs.

It had been a long five years, but in the end, it was something that he prided himself in, and would always have a flowing business because of it. His hands began their work, separating organs, tissue, and meat into what would soon become someone's meal. A sinister smile spread across his face, displaying emotions that pleased his inner demons. It allowed him to finally let out the sadistic side to him, but no one was there to see it. He was alone, faced with disemboweling the body so no one would ever recognize it again.

It was a thankless job, but somebody had to do it.

Mr. Todd walked back upstairs, into the bedroom, feeling the events of the day weighing down on him. Why was life so cruel? Although he had the ability to relieve others of the horrid pain that even the wealthy endured, he alone was stuck here to face it always.

The room was darkly tinted, the light from the candles had gone out, and except from the light of the city shedding in through the window, there was no other source. Still, Sweeney could clearly see the bed, where Nellie lay fast asleep. The covers were pulled down about halfway, revealing her red nightgown that had been pulled out earlier. Sweeney stepped closer, watching how a small smile spread across her lips as she stretched. Envious, he noticed how peaceful and content she appeared. He longed for the happiness she had, and wished nothing more than to be back once more with Lucy...

Lucy, the name that used to be a comfort now only brought forth agony; a twisted thing that would never leave the heart. Mrs. Lovett was a great distraction for him; although only momentarily, she pushed away the pain that haunted his very soul. Although he would never care for her in the way he had loved Lucy, Nellie was all that he knew. Still, she would never be the perfect wife that had cared for him in the gentleness of ways. She would never be the one to give him a loving family, home, and feeling of comfort. Nor would Nellie ever have that innocent side of her that made Sweeney feel as if that evil part of him could actually be neutralized. In fact, Nellie brought out the worst of him. And although he was thankful that he was actually understood for once, she would never be Lucy.

Memories started to scatter across his brain yet again; seeing her for the first time, the initial words spoken between them, their wedding... All gone, forever. More than ever before he understood the reality that he would never again be with his beloved wife...and it had all been his fault.

He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the dreaded past nightmare, and started to undress. Sleep beckoned him, and he prayed to whatever gods Nellie worshiped that sleep would not be a problem tonight. As he slid under the covers, Nellie started to stir, and opened her eyes to look up at him contentedly. He looked back in her eyes, and saw how much she did care for him. It irritated him slightly; for no other woman besides Lucy was ever allowed to look at him that way. However, he knew because of her adoration she was loyal to him. It was very rare that he had to enforce his authority, for she knew her place. And as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him, he knew that she would never disobey him, and would indeed die for him if it came to it.

Strangely satisfied, he concentrated on her presence, her breathing a soothing pace. The night called, and he knew somehow he would find the sleep that he needed.