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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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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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