So, here is my first own series ... I've been writing about it for a long time, together with a friend ... I ask you to leave me a few clerks so that I know how the storry will be received ...
and now have fun !!!

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The night falls quietly, darkly and ominously over the small village at the foot of the snow-covered mountain. Chation was a quiet little town, with all the cute houses, the lake on the edge of the village and the ever-burning fire, a few thousand feet from the lake, into the forest. The fire was in a sacred place where the flowers always bloom and the fairies, forest spirits and elves determined the change of life. "Oh yes, life ...", Drûana mumbles, lost in thought, while she looks over at the lake, leaning her back against Yanuru's chest. He wraps his arms around her and follows her gaze. "What do you hope for from thinking about life all the time, little one?" "Understand ..." she says curtly, but stretches the word so that it sounds like she is speaking a whole sentence ."Some things cannot be understood, that's just the way it is," says Yanurus calmly, although he does not like this topic. Drû knew this and was silent, she didn't feel like quarreling today. She turns to him and looks into his golden-yellow eyes.
He looks at her, everything about her fascinated him, her black-gray eyes, her delicate cheekbones, her long black hair that fell straight over her shoulder and above all her full, blood-red lips, he was carried away by the sight of her lips, which looked like they would be particularly well supplied with blood. Every time he looked at her like that, a shiver came over him that ran like an electric shock through his body.
She approaches him slowly, the tips of her nose almost touching, when she tilts her head and whispers in his ear in a mysterious voice: "Life is a part of death, and therefore also a part of me ..." She stands slowly up and stroll down to the lakeshore. He was tired of the constant chewing through of this subject and nothing coming out of it when one of them gave in."What kind of twisted mindset?" He calls after her. Without turning around, she waves to him and sits down on a rock on the bank, where she takes off her black boots and walks slowly into the water. As she stands up to her ankles in the water, she looks down into the water. Although she knows exactly what she will see, she looks intently at the surface of the water. But as always, she doesn't recognize anything. An amused smile plays on her lips and reveals two shiny canines. She hadn't seen her reflection in the mirror in centuries.
Yanurus also came slowly down to the water, he sits down on the rock and watches her. He was the thinker in their relationship, sometimes he had the feeling that Drû was a bit crazy, and that was exactly what he loved about her. She looks at him and asks: "Why can't I see my damn reflection in the mirror", she looks almost angry now. "Everyone sees themselves, only I haven't known what I look like for centuries."She pouts and wades back to the bank.
Yanurus looks thoughtfully into the water, she looks at him questioningly and he notices that she is waiting for a sentence. "There is a possibility ... have you ever heard of the Luisôns mirror?" He says slowly. “No, I've never heard what is that?” “It is the mirror of a former very high-ranking vampire lady who was impaled by the huntress in 1450. But before that she created a special mirror for herself with magic, which was her own Mirror image shows, and when a person looks into it you can see the inside of his soul, an interesting side effect. And besides, it should make a lot of difference, I mean as decoration. "She looks at him in amazement, but still seems to see herself from this thought to be excited. She goes to him and hugs him gently like a cat. "Yanurus I want this mirror. Will you get it for me? I want to see myself, please, please, I want this part."Carried away by her still childish manner, he gently strokes her long black hair." If you want that so badly, I'll get it for you. You know, I'll grant you every wish, you just have to express it. "Something flashes in her eyes that looks like a little girl is happy about a present, like a kitten. Yes, the kittens, thought Yanurus, they didn't last long either, now they're probably running as vampire kittens somewhere rum. Or they have already turned to ashes in the sun. As lost in thought as he sat there, one could have thought he was dead, because he doesn't need to breathe, and in a certain sense that's even true, but he is still alive, and he is always insists on not calling him dead. "But where should we look for this thing? "asks Drû, and pulls him out of his thoughts pretty abruptly." I don't know, but we can take a look at one of those incredibly clever books that we took from the library 13 years ago, but which we did shortly afterwards have burned down.", he adds meekly, and yet very amused by this very nice memory for him." Sure, that was where the librarian tried to clear the three bookshelves with a bucket, wasn't it? ", she says, amused at the memory of that old man with the tiny bucket who had begged her on his knees not to do it." Yeah, exactly, you killed the guy afterwards because he annoyed you. ", says Yanurus in a bit of a disgruntled mood, he had wanted to use the man as a guide through the dark corridors of the cellar, but in the end they managed to do it without a guide." Yanurus, I want this mirror, you should get it for me, okay? ", she looks at him expectantly, knowing very well that he cannot refuse any wish. Yanurus suddenly stands up suddenly, confused, she looks at him. He sees her puzzled face and has to laugh, but his laughter quickly stifles again." You should have seen your look little one, just gorgeous, "he says with a grin."You're stupid," she says offended, but then has to laugh too. "I'll see my face soon, won't I, love?" She asks expectantly. "What do you think where else do I want to go?" He says, and turns away from her. His steps are directed towards the forest. "Are you coming now, or are you frozen there?" "No, no, I'm coming," she calls out, and runs after him quickly so as not to lose him in the dark. Her sense of direction isn't exactly reliable, although it's only a few thousand feet from her apartment. Holding hands, the two wander through the forest and see a squirrel here and there, but no trace of any forest spirit. You won't volunteer either, thinks Drû. They'll never get out when we're around, these cowards. When she is so in thought, she is awakened uncomfortably when Yanurus gently shook her. Her eyes clear again and the voice of her thoughts fades."You're dreaming again little one, you know that I don't like it when you look so lost and don't react to me anymore.", He says resolutely and gently strokes her cheek. "Sorry, I was just annoyed about those cursed forest spirits again.", She says, a little confused. "It's okay, but also watch out for what happens outside of your thoughts, yes?" "Yes, from now on only dream attentively, understood," she says and salutes him jokingly. Then he takes her hand again and they enter a house that looks shabby from the outside. When Yanurus closes the door behind them, the whole building is pitch black. But that doesn't bother the two, after a short time their eyes have got used to the darkness. In front of them is a hallway, on the walls hang ancient weapons that they have collected over the years. The floor is decorated with a pattern of black and red tiles. The ceiling has the color of a simple light blue.To their left is a small wooden chest of drawers, which is also very dark. On top of it matches and a red candle. Yanurus walks over to the small chest of drawers, picks up the matches, and pulls one out. A soft "rattle" sounds and the head of the match ignites with a yellow-red flame. Before it burns down, he uses it to light the candle. First small, then bigger and bigger, the flame lights up part of the hallway. The small light just extends to the top of the stairs that lead to the second floor. While Yanurus is lighting the candle, Drû has ​​already gone over to the stairs. She slips her robe off her shoulders and hangs it over a knob at the end of the railing. Yanurus also takes off his coat and hangs it over Drûs. Then he goes up the stairs and sits in his favorite crimson armchair.
Drû quickly takes off her shoes and then also goes upstairs. At the top of the stairs she studies the large room as if she were entering it for the first time.The walls are bare, no pictures, no lamps, not even colorful wallpaper. Just plain blood-red color on normal white woodchip. The windows were carefully covered with dark cloths, through which no light could shine. In one wall there is a fireplace, in front of it two armchairs, a black one for Drû and a blood red one belonging to Yanurus. On the ground there is a dark blue carpet and about 70 books on magic, legends and witchcraft are stacked on one wall. In the middle of the room is a round table with 4 chairs. Yanurus had thought two would be enough, but what if they got a visitor? Plus, Drû thought it looked so much better. On the table are black roses that Yanurus had given her on the 325th anniversary of her death, that was 4 weeks ago, but the flowers were kept fresh with magic. Drû thought it was good to put plants in the room, after all, these flowers were the only thing that really lived in this house. The space is bordered by 2 rooms, the bathroom and the bedroom.The kitchen was housed in another room, which is adjacent to the hallway on the ground floor. In the many years that they had lived here, Drû had been in the kitchen maybe twice to fetch new candles. Otherwise they didn't use the kitchen at all. A fire burns in the fireplace that illuminates the whole room. She strolls slowly over to Yanurus and sits down in her armchair. She looks at him and, like so often before,