Delivered to Eternity, An Alesta the Vampire Book by Yirak Laura

Author:Yirak, Laura [Yirak, Laura]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Amazon.com
Published: 2011-03-10T00:00:00+00:00

The Manor was quiet now as Patrick waited for Monica to arrive. She was always late, some people just were. It seemed like it was becoming all too common a custom though and he wished that people in general would just slow down their busy lives. But who was he to talk when his cup was full and almost overflowing.

The definition of hypothermia fit Judy’s condition perfectly, as he skimmed the computer screen. The website suggested that calling emergency services would be necessary.

“Too late for that!” Patrick said as he read the treatments. “Warm the body slowly…..did that, watch for confusion…..she seems fine…okay then.”

The next word he searched was “ghost.” He typed it in slowly and hit enter. His search revealed hundreds of pages. He clicked on the first and read aloud, “Ghost, apparition of a dead person, also believed in some cultures as, spirit, soul, or demon.” Patrick read on but found no clues as to ghosts attacking people or drawing people’s energies.

“So what the bloody hell are these things?” Patrick asked.

“What things?” Monica asked as she stepped into the Manor dripping wet trying not to get all the umbrella water everywhere.

“Oh well…” Patrick stopped; he didn’t know what to say and thought about how he had been avoiding questions like this all week. “Chemistry stuff, nothing that would interest you.”

“Try me, you forget, I’m a nurse, I had to study quite a bit of chemistry in uni.”

Monica took off her red coat and approached the front desk.

Patrick quickly closed the page he was reading and clicked up his email instead.

“Can I hang this up?” she asked leaning over to look at the screen.

“Hey, that’s my email,” he said shunning her away.

“Oh well, you said it was chemistry.” She held up her coat.

“Yeah just up there next to mine is fine. Wait….Oh my exam results are in. I passed, ninety three percent. Not bad, not bad.”

Monica came behind the desk giving him her signature smile with her red hair a little frizzled from the weather.

“You’ve got the hair to match your mischievousness,” Patrick said.

“What! I just got here and already it starts. Congratulations on your test there.” She stood behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders.

“So how’s Thomas?” Patrick asked feeling a little too cozy.

Monica stepped back, “I get it, don’t worry, this lass has moved on to bigger and better things. He’s fine, we went out again.”

“Oh really?”

“I don’t want to talk about it, not with you.”

“Come on.” Patrick spun the chair around to look at her, “It’s just little old me. You’ve seen him twice in a week, must be serious,” he raised his tone as he said it.

Monica forced a laugh and placed her hands on her hips, “What’s for lunch?”

“Shite,” Patrick said with a straight face.

Monica lifted a fist in the air, “Yeah I’ll shite ya, Patrick Dowell. I know yir granny.”

“And I know yours.”

“Come on I’m starved.” Monica grabbed his hand and pulled him along on the rolling chair.

“We’re having stew,” Patrick said.

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