A Prison Of Shadows
Ezra hummed to himself as he made his way to his study. Night had settled over the sprawling mansion, casting long shadows and bathing the grand rooms in a cool, silver glow.
He opened the door to the room and snapped his fingers, causing the light to go on. He gestured and the sensors of the room picked the motion. With a click, classical music began playing softly in the room.
Ezra placed his phone down, reclined in the study's comfortable chair, untucked the newspaper from under his arm and opened it with a flourish. He gestured again and the curtains covering the windoes opened, giving him a direct view of the moon.
He reached out to the bottle of blood wine on the table, poured himself a glass and took a sip. "Hmmn." He murmured in appreciation. This was what his life should be like.
Should I get myself those intellectual looking glasses? I think I could pull it off. No. Scratch that. All vampires can pull it off.