At that moment the doorbell rang. Suddenly Claudette hurried from one of the back rooms to the front door.
"That'll be the taxi driver," she said and opened the door. A slightly older woman was standing in front of the door and pointed to the yellow vehicle in front of the house. Claudette just nodded and took Aurélie's two suitcases. Aurélie herself carried the bag to the car.
With the help of the taxi driver, both loaded the luggage into the trunk of the taxi. When everything was stowed away, the driver closed the trunk and got behind the wheel. Aurélie and Claudette were still standing in front of the trunk in the early winter darkness.Only a small street lamp illuminated the two of them from above.
"Take care of yourself, Mademoiselle," said Claudette and held out a hand to Aurélie. Aurélie, however, closed her arms around Claudette. Full of amazement, Claudette did nothing at first until she closed her arms around Aurélie's back area. "I'm so sorry for Monsieur Valére," she whispered in Aurélie's ear before she slowly broke away from the embrace.
"Me too. Please take care of the house until I return," Aurélie replied with a warm smile. With her fingers she washed some tears from Claudette's face, while she just nodded.
So Aurélie got into the taxi, which drove off after a few seconds. Aurélie looked at the dark landscape while driving, which changed from meter to meter again and again. She also watched the cars driving on the highways. Several hours passed before Aurélie was let out of the Quebec airport. It was about 4:30 when she marched into the airport hall. She looked at the papers Claudette gave her and went to the appropriate counter, where she first got rid of her luggage. Not long later she went to the terminal and waited there for her plane, which was to take her to Montreal. The plane wasn't long in coming either.

Aurélie arrived punctually in Montreal, but she realized that it would soon be sunrise. What a person would not notice yet. Aurélie ran from the airport a little away from the city and found a small mausoleum, which she secretly entered with her luggage and made herself comfortable there in a coffin to sleep.
The vampire girl only woke up shortly after sunset. After stepping out of the coffin, she brushed any dust off her dress. She grabbed her luggage and sneaked out of the mausoleum and the entire cemetery unnoticed. She followed the route to the airport again, where she could go straight to Paris from Montreal. Everything went smoothly, so that the 9 hour flight was stress-free. But the closer Aurélie got to Paris, the stranger she became. This feeling in her seemed indescribable. It was a mixture of fear, excitement, and expectation.

When she arrived in Paris, Aurélie went to a 5-star hotel and got ready for the funeral ceremony, which was to take place that same evening. From her travel bag she took all the metal parts, as well as a black dress with endless ruffles and bows. In addition, she took a hat out of her pocket. Aurélie put the metal bows together to form a large, wide hoop skirt. The vampire girl slipped into this crinoline after she took off her clothes and changed her underwear and closed a kind of hinge so that the crinoline would not slip. Then she took the dress and with great effort pulled it over her head and pulled it all over the place.Unfortunately, the girl had visible problems with the corset lacing on the back of the dress, so she had to call room service, who was amazed when a girl in such a striking dress stood in front of him. In the end he helped anyway and got a small final money from the vampire.
After an hour, Aurélie finished and went out of the hotel room into the street.

The girl made her way on foot to the church where Valére is to be settled. During the walk she played with her lace gloves and seemed nervous. She was about halfway down the road when she heard someone shout her name across the street. She looked around and saw an acquaintance. He ran across the zebra crossing to the girl. He was a tall man with brunette hair that hung up to his shoulder, although it was already combed back loosely.
"So you've made it," said the latter and looked at the vampire girl, but she just stubbornly looked to the side.
"Yes ...", she just mumbled and looked at the cobblestones below her. The man took his right hand and lifted Aurélie's chin.
"He would have wanted it that way," replied the man, but Aurélie only slapped his hand away.
"Don't tell me, Louis!" Hissed Aurélie and stumbled on at a fast pace, but Louis was able to keep up with her.
"I can tell you later," said Louis.
"You can save yourself that," she growled and walked even faster.
Louis suddenly stopped.
"Do you think it is appropriate to bitch around on such an evening. You could also pull yourself together!" He called after her until Aurélie suddenly stopped.
Louis went to her. Her eyes were lowered again, but now some tears were dripping on the cold cobblestones. She gave a short sob.
"He was always there. Valére was always there. Even when we broke up, I thought he was always there. I wanted to visit him sometime. I would have had time because he would have always been there. But ... now is he doesn't anymore. I blame myself like that, "groaned Aurélie from her tears.
"Let's go," said Louis in a cautious tone.
After both finally found the church, both stood in front of it.
"A lot of vampires seem to be gathered here," stated Aurélie.
"Valére wasn't exactly unknown either. Just like you aren't," replied Louis.
Aurélie looked briefly at Louis. Then she let her gaze wander over the church and the vampires around it.
"Tell me, Louis. Why are there so many vampires in front of the building?" Asked Aurélie.
Louis looked around and replied: "Many vampires avoid the church. But each has a different reason. One has no relation to God and the other does not like the atmosphere in there. It is always different. Still, almost all of them are because of it Valère here. ""Could you go ahead, Louis?" Whispered Aurélie. Louis nodded, took Aurélie's hand and kissed it gently.
Meanwhile, Aurélie sat down on a bench in front of the church building. She looked up at the starry sky one last time. Then she got up and walked slowly towards the church. With every step she took, a tear rolled down her rosy cheeks. She slowly opened the church doors. Like a bride in black, she glided over the blood-red carpet of the church. Yet the tears that left her were not tears of joy, but tears of sadness and suffering. She walked slowly to the open coffin which was laid out on the altar. Lots of flowers, but mainly white chrysanthemums and black roses adorned the black precious wood coffin. Now Aurélie stood by the coffin and saw him. She saw Valére Ledoux. Your creator.
Aurélie carefully ran her fingers over the corpse's pale cheeks. She leaned over the coffin and also stroked Valére's jersey shirt. Aurélie's tears trickled down on his pale, yet satisfied-looking face. She didn’t notice that all eyes were on the young vampire girl and it would seem that she didn’t care.
The next moment Aurélie had a nervous breakdown. She clung to Louis, who was standing next to the girl.
"He still loved you. So much so that he believed you would come to Paris someday," he whispered.
Aurélie looked shocked and broke away from Louis. She reached for the necklace she had on and pointed to the pendant, which consisted of three keys.
"Do you think the keys are for his house?" Asked Aurélie and saw Louis nod firmly. Then she asked where Valére lived and Louis explained the way to the girl.

"Well then I'll go there," she said firmly.
"Wouldn't you like to be at the funeral?" Asked Louis.
"It would just tear my heart apart, but I'll stay a while," replied Aurélie.
Aurélie looked around the church a little while she was also looking for vampires she knew. There weren't any. Suddenly Aurélie was tapped on the shoulder. She turned around. A tall man with long black hair stood in front of her. She looked questioningly at the man. He handed her an envelope. Then he said: "Open it later. But let me tell you one thing. You should come, otherwise there might be some problems."
There was the bitter taste of a slight threat in his voice. Aurélie tucked the letter in her bra. The man went back into the crowd. Only one young man, who was standing next to the man who gave Aurélie the letter, stood a little longer and looked at Aurélie with a polite smile on his lips until he went back again.Aurélie pushed her way to Louis.
"I will leave you," said Aurélie.
"Be careful!" Louis warned her before turning and leaving. After three steps she turned to Louis again.
"When and where was he actually found?" The white-blonde wanted to know.
"He was found in front of his house. The day before you got your letter," he replied.

Aurélie left the church and went to Valére's house as described by Louis. It took less than a quarter of an hour until the brown-eyed girl arrived. The house was an old building and was therefore very much adapted to the Victorian era. The front yard was full of weeds and other weeds and grasses. Only a small cobblestone path was spared the usury. Aurélie strode along this to the door of the house. There were traces of blood on the three small steps in front of the house, but Aurélie only studied them briefly. She turned the knob on the front door, which was surprisingly open. A long hallway stretched beyond the front door. Aurélie walked cautiously through the house. A kitchen could be seen behind the first door on the left. Aurélie only dared two steps into the room and immediately saw the traces of blood on the wooden table in the kitchen. There was a door across from the kitchen. Behind this stretched a library. Next, Aurélie went up the stairs, which were roughly in the middle of the long