“Tabbruis” snippet from “CHARMEINE” the First Novel in “The Light-Bearer Series” by Emily Guido

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“Tabbruis” snippet from “CHARMEINE” the First Novel in “The Light-Bearer Series” by Emily Guido

Tabbruis

He 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. ‘This visit to the United States has been good for me,’ he thought. Nevertheless, loneliness was his constant partner.
For centuries he was a private individual. Solitude was best for him as blood raced in his brain when he was around humans. They were a temptation, and his mouth watered thinking about those he took a long time ago. The scent of blood and the rush it gave him to pierce the jugular was exquisite. However, it was always with a price of a severe self-loathing and self-hatred.
Tabbruis could no longer partake in human blood unless it was donated. He drank donated human blood only when big game was unavailable to hunt. Tabbruis’ determination to abstain was strong, and he vowed not to take another human life for the pleasure of their blood.
However, Tabbruis was compelled to venture out into the world for this trip. Somewhat like his compulsion to satiate his need for blood. Tabbruis had been isolated for so long by choice; he was unsure what to think. He asked himself, ‘Why am I drawn to the United States, why here?’ Tabbruis looked at the moon and roared a guttural, “Why?” Desperation overtook him again, which was an old friend and mumbled, “Where else do you want to go?” He knew his answer would be… nowhere.
Feeling unfocused, Tabbruis wandered until it was close to dawn. He needed a shower and 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. Tabbruis 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. He kicked the mud and leaves from his shoes.

Dodge Charger SRT-8 photographed in CA, USA.

Tabbruis slid behind the wheel of his Dodge Charger SRT8 with a 6.4-liter Hemi V-8. His muscle car rumbled to life with a turn of the ignition key. Tabbruis enjoyed the luxury and power of 465 horses under his hands driving down the open road.
Thousands of years being on Earth with superpowers and skill had made Tabbruis independently wealthy. He always had plenty of money; but he denied himself and ‘roughed it’ as he would like to call it. Unlike power-hungry men of the Earth, Tabbruis wanted to stay out of the spotlight. He had hidden money around the globe in all sorts of currency and commodities. Determined if he was going to be alone, he would enjoy some extravagance on this Earth. However, he wanted to do it far away from suspicion and very much under the radar of governments and media.
Tabbruis saw a sign for a Baymont Inn ahead and a rest stop for gasoline. It was not the best place he ever stayed in, but the thought of taking a nice hot shower was appealing to him. Tabbruis seldom slept; nevertheless, he liked to close his eyes and have the world go away. He rarely went out during the day and preferred the night. However, there was nothing stopping him from enjoying a nice sunny day if he wanted; he just liked the stillness and the tranquility of the night. After check-in, Tabbruis went to his room. With a big sigh, he started to undress because the hotel was nice and clean, but certainly a middle-class establishment.
Tabbruis went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He closed the door to create a steam bath of sorts and took off his shoes, socks and black jeans. Tabbruis was looking in the mirror as it was fogging up, and he saw a shadow of a woman’s face. At first, he was anxious.
After reaching out with his senses, Tabbruis knew it was just an effect the steam had on the glass. The face was beautiful, airy and calm. It had a translucent quality with eyes which were deep and dark. He felt the eyes looking straight into his soul.
Tabbruis felt extremely fascinated and attracted to the face. His weariness overcame him as he reached out to touch it. The face dissipated into a powdery puff of steam. Tabbruis chuckled to himself and said, “You are losing it.” However, an overwhelming wave of loneliness came crashing down on him. Tabbruis wanted to see the face again.
Tabbruis took a very long hot shower. His muscles were aching, and the hot water made him feel better. He let the shower run all over his body forgetting about the face.
Nevertheless, as Tabbruis got into bed, he started to think about the face in the steam. Tabbruis could not sleep. He studied the face for hours with his eyes closed.
Tabbruis felt a shock and then in a moment, he was lost in a dream watching the face. It made him feel restless, and he asked, “What do you want?”
The face just smiled at Tabbruis, and he began to feel a heat inside of him. The face was perfect and peace emanated from it.
Tabbruis reached out but he could not touch the face. He asked, “Who are you? Where are you?”
The face looked at him with a charming smile and deep brown eyes. Her gaze was sensual, and his desire went to a fever pitch.
With a start, Tabbruis awoke with his body covered in sweat. He felt a yearning for the face and ached to feel her skin in his hands. Tabbruis closed his eyes willing himself to continue dreaming, but he was not able to go back to sleep. In frustration, he growled out loud madly, “Who are you?”

Tabbruis and “the face”

At sundown the next day, Tabbruis was getting ready to get back on the road. He looked out the window of the Baymont Inn. Below, the cars were parked in their little lines of order. Above, the golden sun was setting peacefully on the horizon.
Tabbruis wondered if going into the most populated city in the United States was best, but he had a pull there and did not know why. He closed his eyes and said, “I should just drive to JFK and fly away.” Then he hung his head and said, “This is ridiculous Tabbruis… Okay! JFK it is! I have to get out of here. I am going insane.”
When Tabbruis looked up once more at the sun, the face appeared in the clouds drifting around the setting sun. He could not believe it and wiped his eyes. Tabbruis gripped the window seal. He did not understand the reason way this was happening. He thought, ‘What did the face mean? Why was he driven to come here?’ Tabbruis asked, “Who are you?”
Tabbruis knew his supernatural race was not the only one on Earth. He asked, “Why did you make me come here?” All of a sudden, the face in the clouds seemed frightened, and he inquired again with a feeling of urgency, “What are you trying to tell me?”
His grip on the window seal increased and some drywall came loose in his hands. Her eyes were open with terror, and he wanted to reach her. His abdominal muscles tensed. His body trembled. He could not blink his eyes.
The face screamed, but he could not hear it.
He asked in desperation, “What are you trying to tell me? I will help you!” Every cell in his body wanted to see and comfort her. All of his concentration was focused on her perfect beauty.
Within a minute, the sun disappeared and so did the face. Tabbruis hung his head and felt utterly and completely alone like he had for his whole existence on Earth. However, it was a different kind of loneliness. Now, Tabbruis felt like he was half and not whole. This time, he yearned for something else other than the want of blood… it was the want to protect her, touch her, and hold her face in his hands. Now, Tabbruis could not do without her. He had to find… the face.

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Love will make your heart beat out of your chest
You will know immediately…
I think this song has to be the best song for this scene in “Charmeine”
Tabbruis can’t be at rest until the face is with him…