Chapter 2 of this fantastic yet creepy story. Mr. T seemed pretty scary to Annie, didn't he? Okay, that's probably my fault.

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Yes, there is singing in this story. I'll probably add a few songs of my own, but I'm having a little problem with the lyrics and title names for the songs. So if you'll be so kind as in to help me, just PM me and I'll gladly appreciate it.

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Anastasia ran as fast as she could away from the pie shop, feeling tired but never stopping. When she felt that she was far away enough, she stopped and breathed heavily for air.

My god, she never thought that she would meet Benjamen Barker after fifteen years of him being gone. Peter always hoped that he would come back to his family, but he'll be disappointed when he sees that the barber has come back only to see that his family has been destroyed.

Anastasia turned around and frowned at the one place she never wanted to run to. Judge Turpins house, the home of the man who was keeping Johanna and Anastasia prisoners. She sighed and walked to the front door.

As she opened the door, Beadle Bamford looked up from a newspaper and smiled at the arrival of his masters young maid. He nodded at her in greeting, which she returned with an emotionless look and walked away.

Mr. Todd stared out his window and watched as the young girl ran to wherever she was going. He then looked at his razor and thought about the look she had when she held it in her hand. When his hand touched hers, it felt surprisingly warm and smooth. When she handed him his blade, it felt like silk rubbing against his fingers.

He wanted to see her again, and he never thought he would be the type to actually want to see a person again. Especially her. The strange but interesting young girl, who invaded his old shop and looked at his kives with an enchanted look.

He never took time to study her features, only her actions. The way her eyes sparkled at the sight of a silver blade. The way she tried to escape quietly, and how she reacted toward his razor at her throat. She seemed startled, but not completely afraid. He was interested in this girls interest in the knife, and thought if she returned that he could teach her how to use it. Maybe he would even let her keep it.

Mrs. Lovett came in as he continued to think of the young girl. She couldn't help but look at him.

"What's on your mind, Mr. T?" she asked. Mr. Todd stood there in silence, still thinking of Anastasia, then turned to Mrs. Lovett.

"Can you tell me more about that girl," he asked, or more like requested. Mrs. Lovett seemed a little surprised by this.

"You mean Anastasia?"

"Yes. What is she like?" Mrs. Lovett couldn't help but smile at the thought of Anastasia and her sweetness.

"She's a sweet lil thing, she is," she explained. "Always wanting to help others, especially her friends and family. Helps old beggars by givin' 'em alms and food. Especially this one beggar woman."

Mr. Todd listened very carefully of Mrs. Lovetts kind words about Anastasia. She seemed to really love this young girl.

"Although, she can be stubborn nowadays. Just like her mum, Evangeline, was."

"She's Evangelines child?"

"Yeah, had her two years after Malcome was born. Poor Evey died of the flu when Annie was just three years old. Three years after, Andrew died..." Mrs. Lovett had a look of sadness plastered on her face as she said those last words.

"Of what?" Mr. T asked.

Mrs. Lovett looked out the window, not facing him. "Hanged by the judge." Todd's eyes widened at this. Andrew had never done a crime in his life! What did he do that made the judge have him hanged?

"What happened? What crime did he commit?" Mrs. Lovett shook her head.

"No crime. The judge had him framed for murdering a young clergyman, and had him hanged three days after his trial."

Sweeney Todd couldn't help but grit his teeth and clench his fists. How dare he! How dare that judge hang his good friend for a crime he didn't commit! How dare he take this man away from his children! Now there will be more hell for him to pay!

"I knew Andrew didn't do it, we all did. But none of us had any proof of his innocence, and did nothing but watch him die." Mrs. Lovett was almost on the verge of tears as she talked about this tragic memory.

"Poor Annie and her brothers were heartbroken," she whimpered. "He was the only one whose words had kept them going through the roughest of times." Mrs. Lovett soon began to cry silent tears.

Mr. Todd's look soon softened when Mrs. Lovett mentioned Andrew and Evangelines children. He could almost imagine the tears that ran down their small faces, especially Anastasia's.

"Who takes care of 'em now?" he asked.

"Andrews sister, Maribelle," she answered as she wiped away the tears. "She was just as heartbrokened as the children were. He was her older brother, afterall."

Yes, Maribelle took her brother's children into her own hands, and raised and loved them as her own. She loved her brother, and she also loved Evangeline as well. Maribelle had hated the horrid judge after what had happened to her beloved older brother. Hated him for framing Andrew and having him hanged. Mrs. Lovett remembered the very cold and horrifying words that Maribelle had said to the judge.

"May your soul be consumed by the very flames of Hell, you horrible, disgusting excuse of a man! First you send away Benjamen, then raped Lucy, and now you hanged Andrew! You are nothing, but a disgusting, useless, foolish piece of filth! A man like you doesn't deserve anything such as 'love'! What you do with 'love' is that you take it in your own hands and then soil it in slime, until you later destroy it! What right do you have of taking Johanna into your care! You treated Lucy as nothing but a toy! And that is how you will treat Johanna as she grows! If you ever try to take my brothers beloved children, I will kill you with my own hands and make sure that you suffer exactly as they suffered!"

Judge Turpin had never forgotten about those words. It haunted him to the very end. Even those who were around them trembled in fear of Maribelles hateful and begrudging words toward Turpin.

"The way she said those horrifying words toward Turpin had everyone practicly stay in their homes in fear," Mrs. Lovett continued "She showed her true hatred toward him, she did. Even I was afraid, but I soon overcame it as the years past."

Mr. Todd thought about Maribelles threatening words that was filled with so much hate, and then compared his hatred to hers. Yes, they were exactly equal with eachother. They both wanted him dead. They both wanted to make him pay for what he had done. They never forgot, and never forgave.

"I remember Andrews last words before the day he died. 'Never forget that no one can control you, and never let their words take the best of you. Be strong and fight to the very end.'" Mrs. Lovett then smiled at those words. "Those words were the only thing that kept those children going. Annie took them with pride."

Mr. Todd looked at Mrs. Lovetts smiling face, and then the image of Anstasia blew through his mind. How strong she must be, and how much courage she must have.

"Do they still have the old cafe?" he asked.

Mrs. Lovett nodded in response. "In fact, Peter and Malcome run it now, but their debts had soon started getting higher. Annie couldn't let her brothers and her aunt try to raise the money themselves, so she got herself a job as a maid." Mrs. Lovett didn't dare tell Sweeney who her employer was. Anastasia made her promise that.

"Why couldn't she just work here at the shop, Mrs. Lovett?" he asked. "I'm sure she could've been a good help."

"I offered her a job here, but she said that she didn't want to burden me with their problems. Such a sweet lil thing, she is."

Mr. Todd couldn't help but wonder who Anastasia's employer was, and if he was a good fellow or someone who doesn't treat others the way they want to be treated. "How often does she come here?"

"Whenever her mind tells her to come here, and she's always bein' followed by Jacob."

"Are they friends?"

"Jacob's practicly infatuated with her, but she never really thought of him that way. You know how Evangeline was when you two were growing up together? How she always seemed to reject every man that fell for her? How you convinced her to give Andrew a chance is beyond me, but she fell for him nonetheless."

Todd smiled at the memory of Evangeline's stubborness toward men and their affections for her, and how he was able to convince her to give Andrew a time of day, and how he said "I told you so" when she told him that she was in love with Andrew. She gave him a hard time when it came to Lucy as well.

"Evey was a wonderful woman," Mrs. Lovett continued. "Always gave her children nothing but love and compassion. Always faithful to Andrew as well."

"How does her employer treat her?" Mrs. Lovett frowned at this question.

"Well, it's hard to say, really. Annie made me promise not to inform anyone on how her employer treats her." Mr. Todd didn't question any further about it, and stared out the window as he thought about Anastasia.

He wondered if she looked anything like Evangeline. Hair as black as a ravens wing, eyes as brown as chocolates, and a petite frame.

Yes, it was official. Sweeney Todd wanted to see Anastasia Evercraft again.