Heh heh, hi everyone. Yeah, I know I haven't updated in…-looks at calendar- Holy Cripes! Two months. Alright, I'll give everyone a chance to beat up on me later –flinches as guns are being drawn out- but first I have to complete this. It's a birthday present for my dad, which I promised I would complete this.

Happy Birthday, Dad!!

Del huffed and sat down in the barber's chair moodily. This wasn't her shop. It wasn't her responsibility to watch it. But she had seen Mrs. Lovett and Mr. Todd conversing in the street and saw them rush into the shop, so she guessed it was important. It was alright with her, so long as he held up his end of the bargain. It was about time to get the revenge they had all been waiting for. The ring of the bell and a shout startled Del.

Anthony and a strange boy rushed into the room.

"Del! This is Johanna," Del nodded her greetings. Anthony turned to Johanna. "You wait for him her. I'll return with the coach soon. Don't worry. You're safe now." Johanna's expression turned sad.

"Safe? So we run away and all our dreams come true?"

"I hope so." Del rolled her eyes. This was just…ew.

"I've never had dreams. Only nightmares." Del had to turn away. If this went on any longer, she could have sworn that she would vomit what little lunch she had onto the floor.

"When we're free of this place, all the ghosts will go away."

"No, Anthony. They never go away." 'At least she has a point there.' Del mused. Anthony promised to be back in less than a half an hour and ran out the door. An awkward silence filled the room as the two girls were left alone. Johanna decided to wander around the room as Del studied her. She really was pretty. If she looked exactly like her mother, no wonder why Mr. Todd was obsessed. Johanna had walked over to the dresser. Del was about to protest as she lifted the photograph for inspection, but decided against it. It was part hers anyway, right? The need to protest grew larger as the girl lifted one of Mr. Todd's razors. As she opened her mouth to speak, a whispering caught her attention. Quickly, Del opened the chest and motioned Johanna inside. She prepared herself for whoever might be coming through the door.

The bell jingled, and the same beggar woman who had assaulter her just days before stepped inside of the room. Del paled considerably, stepping back. The woman, however took no notice and called for the Beadle. Del finally found her voice.

"E-excuse me…ma'am, b-but…" Del trailed off as the woman started making a kind of song into her call for the Beadle. She danced and spun around the room. Finally, Del was able to breath a sigh of relief as she saw Mr. Todd.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" He whispered quietly. The woman was suddenly quiet. It was almost like she was ashamed. She was backing up slowly with every step that the barber took. She rambled on about Mrs. Lovett, calling her the devil's wife and accusing her of no pity. She looked up at Mr. Todd.

"Do I know you, mister?" The judge's voice was heard. He was coming closer. Del saw her employer's face as it weighed his options.

A flash of silver, and blood gushed from the beggar woman's throat. He quickly stepped on the pedal, and she fell from sight. Not a second later, the Judge ran into the room.

"Where is she?" Mr. Todd quickly pocketed his razor.

"Below. With my neighbor." The Judge was about to turn around and leave. They couldn't have that.

"Thank heavens the sailor did not molest her," He walked over and pulled the Judge into the room. "Thank heavens, too, she has seen the error of her ways." The Judge's face brightened.

"She has?"

"Yes. You're lesson, along with a small persuasion from my assistant, was well learned. She speaks only of you. Longing for forgiveness."

"Then she shall have it. She'll be here soon?" Mr. Todd nodded. The Judge's face turned to one of excitement. Anticipation crawled up Del's spine.

"Excellent!" A pause followed.

"How 'bout a shave?" The Judge blinked. Del rushed forward to take his arm and leaded him to the chair.

"Sit, sir." She insisted. Mr. Todd undid his tie and held it out for her to take and place on the dresser. They sang once again about pretty women.

"What we do for pretty women!" The Judge remarked.

"Blowing out the candles or combing out their hair."

"Even when they leave, they still are there." Mr. Todd took out his razor and held it up to shine in the moonlight.

"How seldom it is one meets a fellow spirit."

"With fellow tastes in women, at least." Del's employer gripped the Judge's arm tightly. The Judge looked confused.

"What's that?"

"The year's no doubt have changed me, sir. But then, I suppose the face of a barber and a girl, both who you have wronged, prisoners, dogs, they aren't particularly memorable, are they?" The Judge looked at Del and Mr. Todd. He was studying their faces. A light of realization dawned his face.

"Delilah Mackenzie. Benjamin Barker." He growled.

"BENJAMIN BARKER!!" Mr. Todd yelled. He stabbed the razor into the Judge's throat. Blood spurted out onto the young girl and her employer. She giggled insanely as Mr. Todd stabbed his enemy mercilessly. He circled the Judge, finishing him off with another swipe of his razor. Blood flew across the room. Mr. Todd motioned for Del to step forward.

"After you." Del smirked and stomped on the peddle. She watched in awe as the chair flipped back and the Judge slid down the trapdoor. She giggled again and licked the blood off her hands. She watched as Mr. Todd once again returned to his razor, blood dripping down in large drops off his shirt.

"Rest now, my friend. Rest now forever. Sleep now the untroubled sleep of the angels." He kneeled and set the silver razor carefully on the floor. A creak interrupted Mr. Todd. Del had forgotten about hiding Johanna in the chest. Because she was suffering a momentary case of insanity, she failed to recognize Johanna as he pulled her out and shoved her into the chair. As he was about to finish her off, a scream echoed. That immediately sobered Del.

"Forget my face." Mr. Todd whispered to Johanna. "Come, Del." She stared sadly at Johanna. It wasn't fair that the young girl didn't realize that he was her father. She followed her employer without a word. They quickly made their way to the bake house. They entered and saw Mrs. Lovett trying to drag a body toward the oven.

"Why did you scream?" Mr. Todd questioned.

"He was clutching onto me dress, but he's finished now." Noticing Mrs. Lovett's futile attempt to drag the body, Mr. Todd became annoyed. He walked over.

"I'll take care of it. Open the door," Mrs. Lovett lingered. "Open the door, I said." The oven door creaked, and the room was filled with light. Del stood off to the side, and her head tilted to the side in confusion as an expression she couldn't quite understand flooded her employer's face. She watched as he walked closer to the dead beggar woman. He kneeled down and took her by the shoulder to turn her over. He brushed some strands of hair out of her face. Del was surprised to see that beneath the grime that covered this woman's face, she was actually quite pretty. Her blonde hair was dirty, but it could have easily been fixed, and Del realized this woman was familiar. In fact she looked like-

Oh dear.

" 'Don't I know you,' she said," Mr. Todd whispered. "You knew she lived." Del turned to Mrs. Lovett in shock. There was no trace of denial on her face.

"I was only thinking of you." Mr. Todd looked up in wonder.

"You lied to me." He sounded amazed. Not the good amazed. The kind where someone punches you and you start bleeding, amazed.

"No, no, not lied at all. I never lied. Said she took a poison she did, never said that she died."

"Lucy, I've come home again." He said this with such anguish that Del's eyes teared up. She glared accusingly at Mrs. Lovett.

" Poor thing, she lived, but it left her weak in the head. All she did for months was just lie there in bed. Should've been in hospital. Wound up in Bedlam instead. Poor thing! Better you should think she was dead. Yes I lied 'cause I love you. I'd be twice the wife she was." This one didn't surprise Del. It didn't take much to guess that Mrs. Lovett was infatuated with Mr. Todd.

"Lucy…"

"I love you!"

"What have I done?"

"Could that thing have cared for you like me?" Mr. Todd spun around. Del was sure that this was death of Mrs. Lovett.

"Mrs. Lovett, you're a bloody wonder. Eminently practical and yet appropriate as always. As you've said repeatedly, there's little point in dwelling on the past. Now, come here, my love!" Mrs. Lovett retreated from him, almost bumping into Del in the process. She pleaded her case with him.

"Everything I did, I swear, I thought was only for the best."

"Not a thing to fear, my love! What's dead is dead!" He approached her.

"Can we still be married?" He grabbed her hands and twirled her into a dance. Del watched in slight confusion as the twirled around the floor.

"The history of the world, my pet."

"Oh, Mr. Todd. Oh, Mr. Todd. Leave it to me." 'Is this really a bad thing?' Del thought to herself. She loved both of them. What would harm her life if they were married and lived by the sea. If anything, it would help.

"Is learn forgiveness and try to forget!" Del smiled.

"By the sea, Mr. Todd, we'll be comfy-cozy. By the sea, Mr. Todd, where there's no one nosy." Del giggled. She couldn't help noticing that her employer was acting strange though.

"And life is for the alive my dear. So let's keep living it." Del couldn't put her finger on what was strange.

"Just keep living it!" It was on the tip of her tongue.

"Really living it!" The oven.

Before Del could shout, Mr. Todd had thrown Mrs. Lovett right into the open oven that she had left open. She watched in horror as the woman screamed and flailed around in pain as her skin was being burned right off her. The sight was finally ended as Mr. Todd shut the oven door, but Del couldn't stop looking at the exact spot where Mrs. Lovett had been. The room turned silent.

Slowly, cautiously, Del approached her employer. His back was turned to her, and he was breathing heavily. She carefully put a hand on his shoulder.

"Mr. Todd?"

A flash of silver.

Del gripped the spot where the razor had sliced open her flesh. She watched as blood poured through her fingers. Del looked up, startled, at Mr. Todd. He seemed almost as surprised as her, staring at her in bewilderment. She stumbled over to where Lucy lay, falling next to her.

Her tears clouded her vision. She wasn't even able to see a last image.

Black.

Mr. Todd stared at the spot where Lucy, and now Del lay. They were both dead. He had killed them both. He walked over, forgetting his razor as it dropped onto the floor. He kneeled down and laid both Del's and Lucy's hair onto his lap. Their brown and blonde hair mixed together. He stroked their foreheads.

"There was a barber and his wife, and she was beautiful. A foolish barber and his wife. She was his reason and his life, and she was beautiful." Mr. Todd didn't even notice as the sewer grate opened, Toby climbed out. He was too busy singing his melancholy story.

"And she was virtuous." Toby crawled over to Mr. Todd's razor, plucking it off the ground. He stood behind Mr. Todd.

"And he was…" Toby pulled the razor across Mr. Todd's throat and walked out the door. The older man slowly slumped forward. Blood dripped onto Del and Lucy. The river of blood soaked their hair, and what was not caught there slowly made it's way down the drain and into the dark, disgusting sewer.

The demon barber and his apprentice were no more.

Fin

Well, that's over with. It's about time, right? I promised you guys could beat up on me. –flinches again as angry mob approaches-

I'll see you all soon! –runs away-