Ezra drove home, the hum of the engine blending with the thoughts racing through his mind.
The house loomed in the distance, a sanctuary and a fortress all at once. As he pulled into the garage, he took a deep breath, steadying himself for the tasks ahead.
The car door closed with a soft thud, and he walked to the boot, opening it with a flick of his wrist. Inside, bound by chains forged from his darkness, lay the vampire. She glared at him, her eyes burning with defiance and hatred.
With a casual flick of his hand, Ezra extended his shadows, pulling the vampire out of the boot and dragging her along the cold, concrete floor.
The path from the garage to the basement was a familiar one, each step echoing in the silent corridor. The air grew colder as they descended, the light dimming until only a faint glow illuminated their way.
