Celina mimicked a yawn as she got out from her bed. A soft giggle escaped her lips as she rushed off towards the bath, her superhuman speed saving her some time before she needed to go to the bakery and begin her nightly duties. She hummed a lullaby as she bathed; ideas for recipes raced through her head as scented bath salts were scrubbed against her pale fleshed. The vampire listened for Nicholas, unsure where her maker was, and figured it was best if she didn’t call out to him, knowing very well that the man was either preparing a body, playing his instrument, or simply, just asleep in his coffin.
The baker fastened her corset, and finished the last of her outfit before she went onto the computer to order more supplies for her business. It had taken the woman years to figure out the piece of technology, going through hundreds before she finally figured out how to work them. The one she had now was in pretty bad shape, the screen was broken, and even some of the keyboard keys were missing. It seemed it was time to purchase another one, the vampire made a mental note and continued to order fondants and other items that she needed.
Celina sped towards the bakery, stopping almost instantly when she got to the door. She peeked inside, waving as she watched her day employees wiping down the tables and glass counters. That made the vampire very happy, loving that her employees knew how to please her. She would have to bake them treats once she was finished with whatever else she had planned. The woman walked in, instantly greeting her workers and made her way towards the back, radio blasting soothing music, as she put on her apron.
A few hours had passed and Celina had the last of the pastries baking, she looked over her appointment book, reading the requests from her clients, while she sketched out the ideas for their cakes. A bucket filled with color pencils rested in front of her, hands moved quickly to color her sketches in, noting the colors, types of filing, icing, anything that her workers needed to fulfill the client’s requests. This was her favorite part of being a baker, the design of such beautiful cakes and knowing that her clients would absolutely die for them.
The vampire was all alone now, she welcomed the eerie silence and began to stock up the shelves with her treats. Humming the same tune as before, she made up labels and placed them perfectly where they belonged. The woman was in a sort of trance that she did not hear the front door bell ring at first, she quickly turned around, and greeted the customer with a welcoming smile.
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celinathebaker) wrote2014-05-23 12:38 am
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But her favorite part of the Island was all the little shops. Each had their own flavor, their own character and charm. From the apothecary to the tavern to here, no two were quite the same and none of them could be replicated anywhere else on Earth. It gave her a sense of place whenever she walked into one of the shops, reassured here that though greater forces were constantly at work to tear everything down, these places would still remain.
It was the Victorian, though, that always made her smile the second she stepped inside. The smell of the flour and sugar, the perfect little rows of pastries just waiting to be devoured, the way everything was pristine and organized and positively cute. She just loved it in here, and always made a point of visiting when she was even remotely in the area.
"Good evening, Celina."