I know it's a long prologue.
But I'll tell you beforehand that your characters are not there yet, but they will appear from the first chap.

To be honest, I also shed a few tears while writing this chapter ...
Nya ... I hope you enjoy reading! But don't forget to comment! ;)

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It was already dark on this cold winter evening in the Canadian city of Lévis. In a small tailoring room, two young women were working on a wedding dress, which was kept in a plain white. While one young girl shot pins through the wedding dress, the other tugged and eyed the loose dress.
"I would like to get married too," said the girl who was busy with the pins.
The other looked up at her as she removed some of her white-blonde strands from her face. Then she smiled.
"A wedding can be beautiful, but I never thought about getting married," she replied.
The brunette across from her looked a little shocked, so that two pins even slipped from her lips.
"You never thought of getting married?" She asked, aghast.
The white-blonde let her gaze wander over the wedding dress and gently stroked it. Her eyes fell. Just like her smile.
"No, Guinevere. Somebody like me doesn't think of such a thing, my dear," she whispered, turning to the clock on the wall.
"It's getting late. You should be on your way, Guinevere"
"But Mademoiselle de Rozier! I only have an hour's shift"
"But I wanted to be on my way. Would you be able to find your way around on your own?" Asked the white-blonde young woman. Guinevere just nodded in agreement.
"I'll leave the key for you," said the white-blonde and put on her black winter coat, which played around the girl's waist and fitted perfectly over the dress, which fell out with a petticoat.
"I wish you a good evening", the girl said goodbye and went out of the little tailor's room.
After a few steps through the snow, she heard "Also Mademoiselle".
The white-blonde girl toddled with small steps, while snowflakes snuggled up to her body and various flakes ran down the narrow body as drops of water.
Every step seemed harder and harder for the girl until an emaciated cat crossed her path through the small alleys. She looked at the girl with tortured eyes. The white-blonde kneeled down and stroked the grayish cat's shaggy fur.
"I'm sorry, but it's better for you"
The cat meowed while the girl spoke the words. The next moment it grabbed the cat by the neck and bit the front part of the neck.She sucked the life juice out of the cat with relish. Then she carefully laid the cat next to a dumpster. She licked her pointy canine teeth with her tongue and continued to follow her way through the alleys and streets of Lévis. A little away from the city center, the girl went into a larger house, which was slightly adapted to the old French style.
Behind the front door was a large room that was brightly lit. The girl took off her coat and hung it on the clothes rack to her left. A woman descended from the stairs on the right. Her face was beaming. The woman's black hair was elegantly pulled back and her clothes gave away that she was the housemaid of the house.
"You're back early, Mademoiselle Aurélie," she said with a puzzled undertone.
"Old memories haunt me and they forced me to return home," the girl replied. She looked at the small side table, which was in the large hallway. A large number of letters were gathered on this. But before Aurélie could ask what kind of letters they were, the maid said: "Most of these are just bills, but there is also a letter without a sender addressed to you."
The maid went down the last steps to the side table and handed Aurélie a letter. It was a normal white mail envelope, but the writing was different. It appeared to have been written with high quality ink, but not with a normal fountain pen or any other ink pen. It seemed to have been written with a quill. Aurélie turned the letter over and actually couldn't find a sender. Carefully she opened the letter along the opening. She then took a page of parchment paper from the letter. Also written on with the pen. Before Aurélie read the letter, she looked once more into the empty envelope. As she stood, she wandered from line to line with her eyes. Suddenly her face grimaced in shock. Tears gathered in her eyes. The maid seemed concerned. When she was about to touch the shocked girl, she fell on her knees.
She turned to the maid in tears.
"Please pack my bags, Claudette. And book me a plane ticket to Paris," sobbed the distraught girl.
"Is there something wrong with Monsieur Valére? Please tell me Mademoiselle ..." replied Claudette, full of concern.
"Not now ..." Aurélie hissed and struggled upstairs to drop into the nearby armchair.
"Yes, Mademoiselle Aurélie," said the maid. She bowed briefly and ran back up the stairs.
Aurélie read the letter over and over again. Tears that fell on the parchment made the ink dissolve so that it was gradually barely legible.Aurélie remained seated in the armchair. She has completely buried her face in her hands.
It took half an hour for Claudette to go back down the stairs. She held two large suitcases in her hands.
"I packed everything that was necessary for you, Mademoiselle," she said and set the suitcases down next to Aurélie. Aurélie did not look at this.
"Please also pack the black dress that is in my room. It's on the dressmaker's dummy," she mumbled from under her hands.
"You don't mean that Monsieur ...", Claudette sighed in shock. Aurélie took her face from her hands and looked at Claudette with red-rimmed eyes.
"It seems so," she whimpered before burying her face crying again.
"But what is he supposed to have died of! He's a vampire like you!" Exclaimed Claudette.
Aurélie only growled her name, and Claudette climbed the stairs again. She came back with a slightly larger and bulging bag. This time Aurélie looked to the side.
"Your ticket is already booked. You would fly at 6:00 am and arrive in Montreal at 7:00 am. You would come to Paris from Montreal at 6:00 pm so that you would be there at around 6:40 am the day after tomorrow," said Claudette.
"Wasn't it earlier?"
"For that you would have to fly during the day"
Aurélie sighed and rose from the armchair.
"You should go to sleep for a few hours. I will stay here all night and wake you up in a few hours," suggested the maid and gently pushed Aurélie towards the stairs. Offended, the vampire girl shuffled upstairs and turned right into her room. Aurélie's room looked normal, except that there were many pieces of furniture from the 16th and 17th centuries in the room. Just like the four-poster bed, the chest of drawers or the dressing table. However, there was another door in the room. And Aurélie went through this. It was a very small room. Much more like a chamber. Without windows and in dark colors. There was no light either. Only a few burning candles on the tables in the room lit the chamber. In the middle of the chamber was a coffin. Aurélie opened it. She felt the white silk upholstery and lay down in it. Then she closed the coffin door over her. It didn't take long until the white-blonde vampire girl entered the land of dreams.

Hour after hour passed and Aurélie tossed and turned in her narrow coffin. Suddenly there was a knock. Aurélie awoke frightened and shouted: "Valére!"
Her body shot up, but the coffin lid prevented her from sitting up, so the girl hit her head. She screwed up her eyes in pain. After a short time, however, she opened it again and Claudette looked at her from the open coffin.
"Are you all right?" She asked carefully and held out a hand to the girl.Aurélie nodded briefly and took the hand of the human maid. She pulled the vampire up and helped him out of her coffin. Claudette looked at the vampire girl. Her dress was full of wrinkles, her make-up was smeared with tears and her hair was not as straight as before.
"We should move you," said Claudette and led Aurélie out of the small room.
"Find a dress for yourself. I'll go get a handkerchief," she added and left Aurélie's room. Aurélie strode to her large dark closet. She opened it with a swing. Lots of clothes hung up against her. Each was different. Regardless of whether the pattern, the cut, the length or the shape. Each was individual. But they all had one thing in common. They belonged to the so-called "Gothiclolita style". Aurélie chose a very simple dress. It was knee length and had a few white ruffles on the neckline and skirt of the dress. Then Aurélie opened the chest of drawers next to it and took out a black petticoat.
Aurélie carefully undid the corset lacing at the front of her blue dress. Then she undid the zipper on the left side of the dress. She put the whole dress over her head and threw it on the floor. Now it was her turn to petticoat, which she just had to slide down through the elastic hem. So she stood there. With grayish lace panties and a black corset that showed grayish embroidery tongues.
At the same moment Claudette came back into the room and wiped Aurélie's white porcelain skin with a cloth soaked in soapy water. Claudette put the scarf aside and helped the vampire into her petticoat and the dress, which Aurélie looked for. As soon as the dress was properly seated, Claudette pulled the corset lacing on the back of the knee-length dress. Finally, Claudette helped Aurélie in over-the-knee socks and black platform shoes.
"You have to hurry, Mademoiselle," whispered Claudette and pushed Aurélie frantically to her dressing table. Claudette then took Aurélie's worn clothes out of the room.
Aurélie, who was sitting in front of her little table, put on a little powder and lavender-colored eye shadow. It wasn't long before Aurélie slipped out of her room down the upper hallway and stepped down the stairs.