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
For 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?”
Feeling 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.
Thousands 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.
I love this video of HEART!
This song haunts me every time I listen to it . . .
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In the beginning of the 4th book, SEDITIOUS, you will read Charmeine and Tabbruis were settling down together. I love Charmeine’s bad jokes, it cracks me up. She knows Tabbruis is so serious. Making him laugh with silly jokes brings her joy.
Later in the night, after another bout of nausea, Charmeine came out of the bathroom. “I think we are going to have to buy a truckload of toothpaste,” she joked.
“Gel or paste?” Tabbruis inquired as he laid in the bed
“Paste, always paste,” she chuckled, as she took off her robe and slid under the covers.
“That might be a deal-breaker.” His eyes followed her. “You must be the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“I already won the argument, remember? Or do you need reminding again?”
He laughed. “Charmeine, rest is what I need, and you do too.” He held out his arm and patted his chest.
She snuggled next to him, laid her head on his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat.
He wrapped his arms securely around her.
“What did the pregnant Light-Bearer ask the Blood-Hunter?” she asked with a yawn.
“What?” His eyes half closed ready to doze off.
“Do you have storm insurance?”
Tabbruis’ eyes flew open, and he burst out laughing. “I cannot believe it. That joke is really awful and incredibly bad, Charmeine.”
“Ah, but you’re laughing, aren’t you?” She laid her head back down on his chest with a chuckle.
“I laugh always with you, Charmeine, my lovable, crazy, and precious wife.”
“What would you do without my bad jokes?”
“Sleep,” he answered with a sigh and laugh.
She rolled her eyes and snuggled onto his chest. His laugh was a great comfort to her.
Suddenly, Tabbruis felt Baby Hunter move against his side. “Charmeine, did you feel that?”
“Yes, little Baby Hunter here is very active and likes to hear you laugh. Every time you do, the baby kicks.”
“I do not believe that, Charmeine.” However, he smiled at the thought it was possible.
“Why wouldn’t Baby Hunter flip when you laugh? I do. I always have since the first day we met.”
He kissed her forehead. “Alright, my love, you can tell me bad jokes anytime. They seem the best for making me laugh.”
“Good, because that’s all I know,” she sighed with a smile.
He held her closer and put his hand on her belly to feel Baby Hunter move. He reached out with his Blood-Hunter senses, heard both her heartbeat and the baby’s, and beamed.
“Semper tuus ero, Charmeine.”
She whispered, “Semper tua ero, Tabbruis.”
(I am forever yours.)
This is the song that I think of when I read this passage.
I also love Phil Collins too!
Lots of love, Emily
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