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This does contain bl00d.
This is a Killermare prompt I've been thinking about for a while, This is a vampire AU that takes place where pirates and witches exist. So everything is very medieval themed; which is by far my favorite!
Enjoy.
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The air was glazed in moisture, gently lapping away at Killer's common outfit amongst others, he wore a simple white button up. Bring held up with silver buttons, a pair of breeches and some simple black boots. His outfit hung snuggly on his hourglass figure, the day was warm and pleasant. The farmers were probably hard at work today.
Which was exactly why Killer was heading towards one of his favorite bakeries, a small sign was written in Wingdings; A common language spoken on this island. It wrote;
Farmer's Inferno
A simple name that was often forgotten by many; but Killer had came around often enough to know it very well. He wasn't coming for snacks though. As sad as that was. He was coming here for a friend that worked there.
He stepped onto the stone entrance, knocking at the well-crafted oak door. Killer looked around a little, watching as many fine women and men strode through the crowded streets. The door had swung open, the bell gently jingling as Killer blushed in embarrassment.
He was meant to walk in, not wait for an answer. This was a shop, how idiotic. Though the kind face he saw swept away the embarrassment; The owner of this shop was right in front of him, greeting him in a kind tone.
"Hello there Killer, I see you're as silly as ever. So; Are you ready for your first errand from me?" Farmer asked, standing several inches taller than Killer. He was much bigger too, being a lovely pear shape. His apron was stained in pastry batter and some sort of frosting, a delicious scent heading through.
Killer's mouth gently watered, swallowing before he spoke up to him. His face stoic and calm, similar to Farmer's calm and careless one. "As ready as I'll ever be."
Farmer had looked out back into the shop, nodding gently to someone inside. Deep grumbling was heard from inside as a much larger- and much more intimidating looking skeleton came out. Handing Killer a basket before whisking away.
"Thank you Horror!" Farmer called. Earning a soft call back in Wingdings. Despite the deepness of his voice.
Killer was stiff. Horror was unlike the passive skeletons he's seen around; A large crack was formed in the side of his head- one eye empty and the other full; A deep shade of red.
Farmer sighed, shaking his head as he snapped his fingers for Killer's attention. "That was my reaction too; He's a sweet guy Killer. I need you to deliver those desserts to the houses I've written down. Got it?"
Killer nodded numbly, feeling a breeze head through between the two. Farmer looking back as someone shouted from inside; slamming the door in Killer's face. Knocking the sense back into him.
Before he could stop to ponder more, his eyelights flicked down and steadied onto the basket of goodies. Checking out the address written down in Wingdings; No surprise.
He stepped away from the doorway and out into the busy street again, maneuvering through the people in his way with ease. Quickly reaching his assigned destination; Getting paid and then heading back to Farmer to deposit it back to him.
Then getting paid half of what he got; It wasn't as much as he hoped to get but it was enough to satisfy him. He put the money in the coin bag he had attached to his belt, hastily heading home.
