[ BOOK TWO ]
Erin Gilbert's life had become one supernatural catastrophe after another, not that she should've expected any different when her sister's boyfriend and his brother turned out to be vampires.
The years of chaos that followed should have...
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RHYTHMIC STRUMS OF an electric guitar reverberated throughout the otherwise quiet second floor study. The melody increased in speed and volume as it progressed, drowning out the silence that would've sent Erin into an annoyed spiral. And even still, she just might sink into its depths.
Boredom had struck Erin, consuming her mind in such a way that even her most cherished hobbies seemed dull. Reading became tedious, television was simply a flash of colorful images, and homework - well, she failed to even form a coherent thought when it came to any assignment she brought up on her laptop's screen. More specifically, the one that glared back at her as blank as it had been when she began.
Maybe she should've taken a break until the craziness around them died down.
Then again, when would that ever happen?
Erin lounged against the cushioned desk-chair, letting her head fall back while her feet were propped onto the desk itself. Her eyes were closed, and her chosen music filtered through the air, causing her foot to tap freely to the beat. And when a guitar riff exploded through the wireless radio nearby, she raised her hands to mimic the instrument.
"At least someone is enjoying themselves."
Erin jolted at the voice. Her eyes flew open, and she shot up in her seat, snapping in its direction. She huffed, dropping her booted feet to the floor when she spotted who almost gave her a heart attack. "That wasn't funny," she exclaimed, reaching out to hit pause on the radio. The song ceased.
Elijah grinned lightly, pushing off where he leaned against the open door-frame to enter the room. "My apologies, but I'm afraid the outcome couldn't have been avoided with Guns N' Roses at the highest volume," he replied, pointing toward the small speaker when he stopped near the front of the desk. "I have to say, you don't seem like the classic rock type."
As her heart rate started to slow, Erin smiled in return. "I'm a lover of many genres. Rock, pop, country, jazz, even classical. Just not heavy metal. Can't stand it," she stated, cringing at the mere thought of the ear-bursting noise some people called music.
Elijah's smile remained. "Well, I can't say I blame you," he quipped, before his expression faltered into one of a serious nature. "Have you seen my brother?"
Erin's brows furrowed, and she shook her head. "Not since this morning. Why?" By the look on his face, she knew something happened. Esther had been too quiet in the last few werks. They were overdue for a catastrophe.
