On the Road to NYC…

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On the Road to NYC…

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The trip down US Interstate 80, across the George Washington Bridge through Manhattan was a long one. He growled in frustration, “I hate traffic!” He preferred driving only on Interstates. “What do you expect in New York City? Should Mayor Bloomberg roll out a red carpet for you?” and laughed out loud. He negotiated the curves and spaces like a trained NASCAR race car driver, always using his built-in psychic radar to avoid being stopped by Police or hit by a Taxi. Tabbruis grimaced when a NYC Taxi Driver cut him off and hollered, “Good thing you are in a two ton piece of metal. I would like to rip your arm off and beat you with it!”
Tabbruis headed for the Ritz-Carlton in Battery Park which is the southern tip of the City. He chuckled at the way everyone called Manhattan, the ‘City,’ like the other four boroughs were not part of New York City and yet the five boroughs had been consolidated since 1898.

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He arrived around the area where the World Trade Center Twin Towers used to be. He had stayed at the Ritz-Carlton many times before the Twin Towers were savagely attacked. The area had changed very much without the majestic skyscrapers topping the landscape. He remembered the day during the attack, like other dark days in human history, his fever ran high. He was anxious knowing something was not right in the world. He was in Australia hunting big game in the Northern Territory which is the least populated of the Australian states.
On that day, 9/11, Tabbruis became erratic, unable to be calm or at peace. Feeling compelled to check the news; he headed for the Gulf of Carpentaria to the town of Cape Crawford. When Tabbruis, like the whole Earth, heard what happened in New York City, he was hit with a profound wave of grief.
A Blood-Hunter he was, but the pure inhumanity of the act on 9/11 made him feel depressed about those helpless human victims, and the futility of the senseless violence perpetrated upon them. Driving his black Dodge Charger past the ominous site, he thought maybe coming to America was not really a good idea after all. He felt tense and a strange foreboding sensation.
It was almost dawn, and Tabbruis wanted to rest. The Ritz-Carlton had a Penthouse overlooking the New York Harbor. He enjoyed the view of the estuary and ocean. The ocean always had drawn him. When Tabbruis thought of the open sea and beach, he began to calm down. For several years he was a sea voyager; however, a supply of blood was not readily available on the ocean. He could go for a long time without feeding, but if there was trouble on the sea with delays in weather or sickness, he did not want the temptation humans had for him. The ocean was his solitude, respite, and the only peacefulness he ever experienced on Earth. Tabbruis loved the waves flowing in and out of the shore. He could watch them for hours smelling the ocean breeze of salt and water.
He would have spent his whole life by the ocean, but big game was inside the continents. During this trip to the United States, he drove from the mountains of Colorado. Big game was plentiful there. However, the closer he got to the East Coast, big game was harder to find. Again, he asked himself the question out loud hoping he would find the answer, “Why did I come here?”

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He pulled up to the Ritz-Carlton, got out of the car and straightened his jacket. The parking attendant handed him a ticket, and Tabbruis gave him a $50 bill as he walked into the lobby. He was exhausted from the drive and long night of agitation over the vision.
The Concierge was talking to two weary night desk clerks doing busy work. As he approached the front desk, the Concierge smirked. Tabbruis shot a stern look into his eyes with a powerful stare. Now with caution, the Concierge asked, “May I help you sir?”
“Yes, I know Mr. Ferrell. Please call him immediately and say Mr. Tab Hunter is here.”
Taking a breath of a slight hesitation, the Concierge thought about arguing. However, when he saw Tabbruis’ threatening stare, he thought better about it and picked up the phone.
The two young desk clerks stood with their mouths open at the command this strange man had over their boss. One smiled at the other, and they both snickered.
The young female desk clerk raked her eyes over Tabbruis’ body. She inquired with a smoldering smile, “Would you like anything, sir?”
“No, I will wait for Mr. Ferrell to arrive.” He was used to this forward behavior because female humans had an instant attraction to him. He did not appreciate the attention, but it did not bother him either, if they kept their distance. He could sense her eyes taking in every part of him as he sat in the lobby. He crossed his legs with an ankle on a knee and extended his long arm over the top of the couch. He turned away looking toward the street entrance.

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The voluptuous, black-haired clerk made her way around the desk like a cat on the prowl to pounce her prey. Her blue eyes batted him a sexy wink.
Her approach annoyed him greatly. Again, he turned away trying to ignore her.
With a smoky lilt in her voice she asked, “Would you like a cup of coffee?”
“No, thank you, just Mr. Ferrell,” he politely replied.
Still on the hunt, so to speak, she walked into his line of sight and began to say something more.
He fired at her a sharp look of distaste.
She backed off not looking away from his hypnotic eyes and almost tripped on a chair in doing so.
Tabbruis half-smiled and thought, ‘I am not playing with these humans.’ Closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, he mumbled, “Why did I come here?”
Mr. Ferrell showed up shortly afterwards and begged his pardon for his unprofessional appearance clothed in a sweater and khakis instead of his usual three-piece suit. He was obviously asleep when called by the Concierge. Mr. Ferrell shook Tabbruis’ hand and exclaimed, “Ah, Mr. Hunter, I am pleased to see you here at the Ritz-Carlton again. If I would have known, everything would have been waiting for your arrival.”
“Mr. Ferrell, I am glad to see you again. If it is available, I would like the New York Harbor corner Penthouse, please?”
“Yes, we have no guest there. We may go to the Penthouse now if you wish Mr. Hunter?”
“Immediately please, thank you Mr. Ferrell.” Tabbruis smiled and exhaled with relief that his favorite room was available.
They walked to the elevator.
Mr. Ferrell ordered the Concierge to have a bellboy bring up the luggage immediately. Seeing the look on Mr. Ferrell’s face, the Concierge knew this was an extraordinary guest.
Tabbruis and Mr. Ferrell entered the elevator by themselves.

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Once the door closed, Tabbruis looked into Mr. Ferrell’s eyes as he requested, “The Penthouse needs to provide me with the sustenance I require. No one shall enter it without my expressed approval. In addition, I would like you to arrange for an in-house personal 24-hour assistant and limousine driver while I am here in the City. I prefer not to drive if at all possible as this traffic is extremely frustrating to me. He will need a place to stay at the hotel. I strictly necessitate someone who knows the area well and has no requirements other than to be my assistant, day and night. The gentleman you hire will be rewarded as yourself Mr. Ferrell.”
“Anything you need Mr. Hunter.” With a knowing look, he raised his eyebrow in a questioning manner, “Will you need the same special rations as last time? Or will you need more…variety?”

Tabbruis

“Mr. Ferrell ‘O’ is fine; thank you.” He thought, ‘He is a very shrewd operator.’
“Yes? Well fine, all will be as you wish. You are always my top priority when you visit. Might I ask how long you plan to stay with us at the Ritz-Carlton?”
As the elevator opened, Tabbruis replied, “As long as it takes.”

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SEEK and you shall FIND!
My hope today is that you seek.
You may seek what you want or need but…
You may find something spectacular!
Like the Lottery, you have to be in it, to win it!

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OKAY… I CONFESS!
I love Christopher Cross!
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