Author's Note: In this story, Toby is Mrs. Lovett's biological son. Lucy is alive and well, unfortunately. In this story, the POV will switch between Mrs. Lovett and Sweeney Todd for each chapter. Enjoy!

Mrs. Lovett

It wos a simple day fer me, it wos. I had sent me boy out to the butcher to get fresh supplies for me pies. Told 'im to get th' cheapest meat seein' we don't 'ave th' money. There were day's tha' I wondered 'ow I kept the business runnin' since me Albert passed. Even though some people eat at me shop, it's only enough to keep me and me son livin'. Oh, how I wished that some miracle would show up at me door. When that miracle did come one October day, me life changed forever.

I wos cuttin' up some vegetables when he entered me shop. I looked at him and immediately recognized him from th' past. Hurrying over to him, I hug him, very 'appy t' see tha' he returned.

"Oh, Ben, I knew ye'd come back," I mutter. I am taken aback when he shoves me away.

"No. Not Barker," He growls, "That man is dead. It's Todd now, Sweeney Todd." I stare at him for a moment, a bit stunned by his coldness. I 'ave t' keep in mind tha' he's been rottin' in Australia fer fifteen years. So, I smile at 'im and invite 'im into me parlor fer a drink o' Gin. I see him watchin' me as I pour 'is drink. His once kind eyes are as black as coal. Th' only thing I see in 'em is anger and sorrow.

"Here ye go, love. Drink it down," I say to 'im. He looks up at me as 'e takes th' glass.

"Where's my family?" He asks quietly. Oh yes, the glorious Lucy. I try not t' make a face when 'e asks.

"They are livin' down Main Street," I answer. He sits there for a moment, drinkin' 'is Gin.

"What's their address?"

"110 is their number. It's by th' Court 'ouse, so be careful," I warn 'im. Th' Court House is where the great Judge Turpin works. If he wos t' find out Sweeney Todd's true identity, I'd never see th' man again. After drinkin' all o' his Gin, he leaves without a word. I sigh, thinkin' tha' either way I'll never see 'im again. So, I go back to me kitchen and continue to chop th' vegetables for me and me son's lunch.

Toby an' I are in th' middle o' eatin' when he enters me shop once again. I look at him in shock, wonderin' why th' Hell 'e's back. He stares at nothing as he sits with us. Me boy is lookin' from me t' Sweeney.

"Mum, who is this?" He asks me.

"An old friend, dear. 'Is name's Sweeney Todd," I answer. Mr. Todd says nothing to either of us, which concerned me a lot.

"I don't remember ye mentionin' a Mr. Todd before," Toby replies quietly, eyeing Sweeney suspiciously. I give Toby a stern look.

"Why don't ye go eat in th' parlor. I 'ave some things to discuss with Mr. T," I say to 'im. Toby looks like he's goin' to protest, but me stern look send 'im off. I turn me attention back to Mr. Todd, who is still starin' off t' space.

"Mr. Todd, are ye alright? Wot 'appened?" I ask him. He turns his gaze upon me when I speak. The look on 'is face is unbearable. My thoughts darken, knowin' that it wos tha' good-fer-nothin' Lucy who 'ad hurt 'im so.

"Wot 'appened?" I ask him again.

"She said tha' I'm not her husband…said that I changed…" He mutters softly, "says that she loves th' Beadle now…said she's goin' to marry 'im…" My eyes widen when I hear this. Her lovin' th' Beadle? Bollocks. I know her real reason to want to marry filth such as 'imself. It's cos 'e has money. Tha's why she's livin' in tha' big fancy 'ouse! I don't say this to Mr. Todd, though. Didn't want t' upset him more.

"She was forced to say those things," Mr. Todd continues, snappin' me from me thoughts.

"Wot?" I ask in disbelief.

"It's the Judge and the Beadle that are keeping her and Johanna from me," He mutters darkly. I give him a concerned look. 'E returns my gaze with a blank stare. I smile slightly at 'im, standin' up.

"Tell ye wot, I'll let ye 'ave yer old apartment back and you can be a barber again. I know I got yer old razors around 'ere somewhere." He perks up slightly when I mention th' razors.

"You kept them?" He asks.

"O' course. I wosn't goin' t' let th' Judge get 'is greedy lil' 'ands on 'em!" I answer with a chuckle. He looks confused when he stands and faces me.

"Why didn't Lucy keep them?" He asks me quietly.

"Didn't want 'em," I answer honestly. Again, th' poor man looks defeated. I sigh slightly, takin' 'im by th' arm and leadin' 'im into me parlor. Toby watches us both in curiosity when we enter. Mr. Todd looks stunned when he sees th' boy fer th' first time.

"Mrs. Lovett, who is this?" He asks me in utter confusion. I laugh at 'is question.

"He's me son, you silly man! 'Is name's Toby. Say 'ello, Toby."

"Hello, sir," Toby says shyly. Mr. Todd nods at Toby, showing a quick smile.

"Come along, Mr. Todd. Let's see if I can find those razors," I mutter as I lead us upstairs. After a few minutes o' searchin' me room, I find th' box containin' 'is razors an' I give 'em to Mr. Todd. He takes 'em from me like they're fragile China.

"My friends," He whispers quietly. I smile at him, happy t' see tha' 'e's happy. When I think about tha' Lucy, I get furious.

"Mr. Todd, why don't ye make yerself comfortable in th' parlor with th' lad. I 'ave somewhere t' go," I say calmly. I feel 'is eyes on me as I descend down t' the parlor. After tellin' Toby to keep Mr. Todd's company, I head out o' th' shop and storm off t' Main Street.

Seeing that this is a new thing I'm trying, please forgive me if it's crappy so far. I wanted to try to write a story in first person. So, the next chapter, I'll be writing the story from Sweeney's point of view. Please review!