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Connection out of loneliness . . .

Connections are tough.

We fill our lonely days and nights with friends, family, careers and hobbies.

Finding a true connection that captures those feelings beyond our normal hustle and bustle lives, is what I wanted to convey in this passage between

Charmeine and Tabbruis.

Lots of love, Emily

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Tabbruis - 4Charmeine stood and walked past him to the railing of the terrace overlooking the harbor. Her long golden hair whipped around her shoulders. Keeping her eyes on the harbor she confided, “I was found in 1997 not having any memory before that. However, I’ve been alone.”

She smiled in remembrance. “I met Shane, but he was like a baby brother to me. I sort of took care of him.” Shaking her head, she smiled. “He was always getting into one mess after another.”

98525938E8BB48509D7C78A00DFA670DWiping her eyes, she slowly turned away from Tabbruis’ penetrating gaze, “Loneliness . . . it’s torture in a way. No. It’s worse, because at the end of the torture, you have rest.”

She rotated her body around to look him in the eyes and professed, There is no rest from one minute of loneliness because it fills your being and wraps your heart so tight; it doesn’t want to beat because it just hurts too much to go on.”

He closed his eyes and thought, My God! She has just described all the centuries I have been on Earth in that one sentence. He looked up at the moonlit, star-filled mosaic sky, and thought, God, what do I do? Please help me?

Her heart felt hopeful and professed, “I know Blood-Hunters and Light-Bearers are supposed to destroy each other, but I am hopeful you and I are . . . unique.”

-1He looked at her intently and thought, What is she saying?

She felt his stare and kept her head toward the harbor and declared, “A Blood-Hunter and a Light-Bearer we may be, but even if you do not want to admit it . . . there is a link between us.”

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I LOVE Frank Sinatra – his voice mesmerizes me . . .

and this song is the one of my favorites!


Tabbruis the ultimate loner . . .

When I wrote the first book, Charmeine, I wanted to explain how frustrated and isolated Tabbruis was. He was a introvert. I guess we have all felt reclusive in a way. Maybe it gives our psyche time to recharge?

Lots of love, Emily

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287629_213334552052437_100001276809062_616250_6076118_oFor eight centuries, Tabbruis was a private individual. Solitude was best for him as blood raced in his brain when he was around humans. The scent of blood and the rush it gave him to pierce the jugular was exquisite, but it was always with a price of a severe self-loathing and self-hatred. His determination to abstain was strong, and he vowed not to take another human life for the pleasure of their blood. He drank donated blood only when big game was unavailable to hunt.

“Why am I drawn to the United States? Why the East Coast?” he muttered. Tabbruis had just killed a big stag taking all the life from it and sat back looking at the night sky. Like a star crashing into the Earth, he had an empty and lost feeling. He had been isolated for so long by choice; he was unsure what to think of his recent compulsion to venture out to the United States. He looked at the moon and roared a guttural, “Why?” Desperation, which was an old friend, overtook him again and mumbled, “Where else do you want to go?”

2012-dodge-charger-sxt-v6-photo-473495-s-1280x782Feeling unfocused, Tabbruis wandered until it was close to dawn. He needed a shower and a change of clothes. With speed and accuracy, he found his car parked off US Interstate 80 in northwest New Jersey by the exit for Sparta. He looked around to make sure he was not being watched and walked up to his car. He took out of the passenger side a thin black leather jacket which he promptly put on over his blood-stained shirt. He cleaned his hands and face with a wet-nap, then kicked the mud and leaves from his shoes.

Tabbruis slid behind the wheel of his Dodge Charger SRT8 with a 6.4-liter Hemi V-8 engine. His muscle car roared to life with a push of the ignition button. He enjoyed the luxury and power of 465 horses under his hands driving down the open road. This car was a joy to drive, and he freely admitted to being attached to the Charger. He babied and took care of it. In his mind, European sports cars had nothing over his monster Charger with a Hemi.

1174758_625646457467292_272020049_nThousands of years being on Earth with superpowers and skill made him independently wealthy. He had hidden money around the globe in all sorts of currency and commodities. Determined, if he was going to be alone, he would have stability. Usually, Tabbruis denied himself luxuries and roughed it. Unlike power-hungry men of the Earth, he had to stay out of the spotlight. He needed to be far from suspicion and very much under the radar of governments and media.

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I love this video of HEART!

This song haunts me every time I listen to it . . .


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