I had a dream that I was a vampire who lived in a mansion. So naturally I wrote a story about it.

A faint glow from a large fogged window grew and dimmed as a cloaked figure with a candle passed by. He took slow and steady steps through the mansion, his feet making the floors boards creek and groan under his boot. As he made his way down the hall the cloak made slight swishing sounds with each step. The hood was up and it masked his features from view. A soft crimson glow came from under the hood as his hand reached out and turned the knob of the door at the end of the hall. He pulled it open and the light from his candle panned out to light up a small circle of light in which he stood. He walked into the main lounge of the mansion he pulled the cloak up and off and put it on a hook on the wall. There weren't any windows in this room to let any sunlight in so he knew he was safe here, he didn't want to get burned again. He had a tight red vest with a silver watch chain visible on its front. His hair was black and hung around his head like a dark curtain. It cast spiky shadows on his face just under his eyes. He made his way to the center of the large room. He sighed softly and surveyed the room. He looked at all the unlit candles, momentarily glancing up at the candles on the golden chandelier that was shining dully in the faint light from the candle in his pale hand. He enjoyed being alone in the dark, but when this room wasn't lit the place just looked depressing. He raised one hand and brought his fingers together and suddenly said. “Show me the light, or leave me in darkness.” His fingers moved instantly and made a loud snap that traveled through the room, the chandeliers erupted with light as all their candles lit The stage at the far end of the lounge was illuminated suddenly by the braziers mounted on the walls next to it. The stage was made of polished black wood and shone as the flickering flames cast dancing light onto it. The candles mounted on the wall next to the bar lit. The bar had a black marble counter that was backed by shelves of bottles and a assortment of many different types of glasses for all types of drink. Suddenly a door at the far right of the large lounge swung open and a long line of servants came pouring out in neat lines and groups, they were butlers, cooks and maids that all lived at the estate, the filed into the room and spread out going to their stations and began carrying out their morning duties, such as preparing breakfast for themselves and the master. One maid came up to the man, her hair was midnight black and was tied back in a bun, several strands escaped the bun and hang from it like black cobwebs. She had a uniform on that was sleek and elegant and very pleasing to the eye. She stood at attention her hands with each other at her midriff gingerly resting on each other as if a gentle breeze could blow them apart. Her hands were covered by thin long black silk gloves that went all the way to her elbows. She spoke in a soft calm voice. “Master, everything will be perfect for tonight, they have all been warned of the consequences of another mistake.” She was looking down at the floor as she said it the events of the past apparently terrible in her eyes. With his hands clasping each other behind his back he leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “Please Elva, Call me Xander.”