Six the Musical Oneshots

🕸Clevemour🕸

hehe part 69

Injured vampire Anna + Seamstress Jane fixing the coat

I've been doing my best to improve my writing, but it's not that good

it'd mean the world if you read it though

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16th century England.

That's where Jane was.

But not in a palace this time.

She was humming a tune she had heard a busker playing as she swept the floors of her dressmaking shop. She brushed away threads, scraps of fabric that weren't worth saving, and bent needles. The sun had set a while ago, but she still had to tidy up. Normally Kat or Anne would have helped, but they were away in Paris for the week. Thomas, her brother, wouldn't even consider helping, he never did anything around the shop. All he was good for, financially speaking, was buying the fabrics that the sellers "didn't trust women with" and having his name put down as the owner of the shop.

Otherwise, Jane did the work.

She had already put everything in its place and made sure the shop looked nice and tidy, or as tidy as it could be, given her budget.

As a cold wind blew past the modest shop, Jane put down the broom to put on one of the coats she'd made the previous month. This year's autumn had come quickly and felt like winter. She remembered that just a few weeks ago it would have been warm enough to sweat in a simple dress, now she'd have to make sure she was comfortable under many layers.

Jane looked around the shop, collecting all the dirt in one corner and was about to pick it up when there was a sudden, loud, frantic knock on the door. Involuntarily, she rushed over and opened the door to see a woman, about her age, slumped over, clutching her chest, her hands were red, her blouse was red, she was- was she bleeding?!

"Oh dear, oh no, what has happened to you?" Jane held the woman's shoulders to steady her. "Oh you poor thing, let me help you."

For some inexplicable reason the woman couldn't get past the door and stayed firmly outside, "I-I don't need fixing. My coat does.."

"Darling, come in, you are bleeding. You're not thinking straight," as if by magic, the stranger managed to get in and stumble into the shop. Jane kept the reassuring voice, "Now let's sit you down and start slowly."

The woman sat down on the wooden stool by the door, looking a little lost, "Thank you, kind stranger. I didn't know where else to turn, all the shops are closed, all the taverns unhelpful."

Jane's concern deepened as she saw how much blood was on the stranger's clothes, "It's no trouble at all, I can't just let someone suffer alone in the middle of the night, no, not if I can help it. Let me have a look at those injuries," she reached out to lift the cloth from the wound, her eyes narrowing in concern as her guest pulled back.

"It's really just my cloak," the woman insisted, her eyes glued to the freshly swept floor, "I... I need it mended badly. Before the blood sets..."

Jane couldn't ignore the gravity of the situation, "I understand that the coat may be more important to you, but my priority is your well-being. Please let me help you with those injuries first, you're bleeding."

The mysterious woman flinched slightly, a mixture of pain and reluctance.

Carefully, Jane set the cloak aside and lifted the blouse her guest was wearing to inspect the wound. Her breath caught at the sight, a deep, jagged gash staring back at her, splinters still lodged in the wound near the stranger's heart, "It's a miracle you're still alive..." she whispered, dabbing the soaked washcloth around the wound, each movement as gentle and delicate as she could manage.