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And once Tabbruis meets Charmeine . . .

A dear friend left this comment on a previous blog,

Daven Anderson, Author of Vampire Syndrome, (fantastic series)

“And once Tabbruis meets Charmeine…” so I thought, why not show you?

The attraction was magical, as their forbidden love blooms.

Thank you Daven and Lots of love, Emily

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tumblr_m4331igFJG1ql3cv0o1_5001The man started to blink, revealing unfathomable green eyes. She sighed with relief when he opened his eyes. His brow was creased with questions as he looked at her. Feeling his pulse on his wrist was strong, she smiled in relief. “Oh, thank God. Are you okay? Can you hear me?”

Tabbruis thought he saw light coming from her hand into his, but the light did not hurt, it felt wonderful! As he struggled to get up off the pavement, she tried to help him.

She clumsily knocked herself over and fell beside him losing her balance.

On the pavement, they lay next to each other face to face. Tabbruis and Charleen looked at each other intently.

beautiful-couple-dark-follow-foolme-kiss-Favim_com-254908Weakly, almost willing the breath out of her lungs, she gasped, “I wanted to listen to Billy Joel under the stars . . . but I didn’t think I would be doing it lying on the parking lot.”

Tabbruis looked at her through his blurry eyes focusing on her beautiful face and half growled, “I came on a whim and did not expect to be lying in a parking lot listening to Billy Joel under the stars.”

He saw her smile and laugh rolling her eyes around in her head. He could tell she was in pain. He listened because her small laugh was like a balm on his soul. Coming to his senses, Tabbruis struggled to sit up. “As much fun as this has been, Miss, we cannot lie here all night looking at the stars and listening to music.”

She noticed his European accent right away and nodded while she held her head.

img233250191After struggling to get on his knees, Tabbruis turned and looked down at the face below him as if she were still a dream. She was magnificent! She had a round face with big bright brown eyes, tanned skin, a small nose. Her long hair looked like golden honey.

Hesitantly, Tabbruis extended his left hand to her, and put his right hand behind her head. Then he gently raised her into a sitting position. He saw she was starting to get up on her own, and took his hands off of her. Mostly because the more he touched her, the more he wanted to never let her go.

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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!


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