Tanya Macejka's Posts - Cullens Online2024-03-28T22:37:14ZTanya Macejkahttp://thecullensonline.ning.com/profile/TanyaMacejkahttp://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/3144279020?profile=RESIZE_48X48&width=48&height=48&crop=1%3A1http://thecullensonline.ning.com/profiles/blog/feed?user=3tqphlgzjtjur&xn_auth=noNew York. New York.tag:thecullensonline.ning.com,2015-05-18:3404507:BlogPost:10790412015-05-18T16:15:27.000ZTanya Macejkahttp://thecullensonline.ning.com/profile/TanyaMacejka
<p>It’s hardly a secret that I like the attention of men, whether mortal or immortal it doesn’t really matter to me. Though of course, immortal men are rare so majority of the time I find myself in the company of human males. I have always….liked…the mortal men I spend time with but it isn’t often that it was more than that and once it became a danger for me and my family I break ties and move on with ease and very little heartache on my part.</p>
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<p>Unfortunately it was not so easy…</p>
<p>It’s hardly a secret that I like the attention of men, whether mortal or immortal it doesn’t really matter to me. Though of course, immortal men are rare so majority of the time I find myself in the company of human males. I have always….liked…the mortal men I spend time with but it isn’t often that it was more than that and once it became a danger for me and my family I break ties and move on with ease and very little heartache on my part.</p>
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<p>Unfortunately it was not so easy where Stuart was concerned….</p>
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<p>My feelings for him were stronger than I have ever felt for a human. I would not say he is my soul mate…my feelings do not run that deep but I do care for him and letting him go was kind of difficult for me. After nearly killing him on Valentine ’s Day though, I knew it was necessary and although I was upset for a few days, I recovered and moved on. I rejected his calls, ignored his texts and deleted his emails without reading them.</p>
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<p>Then his letter arrived, sending my head into a whirlwind of confusion. I couldn’t avoid him any longer and the secretive calls began. In truth I was a little frightened to tell my sister….scared to tell them that I was putting our family in danger by continuing to see Stuart.</p>
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<p>About two weeks later he invited me to New York. I thought over the prospect as I prepared the guest room for Renesmee visit. I had invited her to come visit us in Denali and she had accepted a few days before and had boarded her flight a few hours before. Stuart’s invite was so tempting…. but I couldn’t go to New York now, not when I had Nessie visiting with us.</p>
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<p>A idea springing into my mind, a huge smile spreading across my face as I plumped a pillow before tossing it onto the bed and darting out the door, grabbing my things as I headed for my car. Nessie had never seen New York. She would probably love to go! When I picked her up a few hours later and told her about my plans for us…well let’s say I’m thankful I can’t go deaf. She squealed excitedly and made me promise we would go shopping. As if my sisters would ever let me go to New York and not shop…and I really wouldn’t want to face Alice’s wrath if I took her niece to New York without showing her the best places to shop. *laughs*</p>
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<p>When Nessie fell asleep a little while later I knew it was time to face my sisters. I found Carmen and Katie sitting in the snug room talking. With Stuarts’s letter in hand I softly explained the situation to them. Kate declined the offer to join us in New York, already having made plans to meet up with Garrett. Thankfully with Eleazar working on a contract, it only took the mention of Louis Vuittons to convince Carmen to join us.</p>
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<p>Two days later we left for the Big Apple.</p>One of Carmen's Besttag:thecullensonline.ning.com,2015-05-17:3404507:BlogPost:10788462015-05-17T15:52:53.000ZTanya Macejkahttp://thecullensonline.ning.com/profile/TanyaMacejka
<p><span style="font-size: 13px;">In our immortal lives, much as in our human lives we are all blessed with certain talents. You have those , like my sister Kate and my brother Eleazar, who were blessed with certain…I suppose the word would be supernatural gifts as well as their natural talents and then you have those like Carmen, Garrett and myself who are blessed with our natural talents. Garrett can take a photo that will capture an image you had been looking at and never truly seen. Katrina…</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 13px;">In our immortal lives, much as in our human lives we are all blessed with certain talents. You have those , like my sister Kate and my brother Eleazar, who were blessed with certain…I suppose the word would be supernatural gifts as well as their natural talents and then you have those like Carmen, Garrett and myself who are blessed with our natural talents. Garrett can take a photo that will capture an image you had been looking at and never truly seen. Katrina writes songs that speak to your soul, as though the words were written only for you. Carmen paints pictures that ensnare your mind and draw you into their world.</span></p>
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<p>It is in one of these paintings that I found myself lost one day. I had gone into Carmen’s studio looking for her. I had wanted to go hunting and I hoped she would go with me. Her studio was empty, though her scent lingered. She had been there perhaps a few hours before.</p>
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<p>“She and Eleazar must have gone out.” I thought to myself. I turned to leave the room. That is when my eyes fell on one of Carmen’s latest creation. The canvas was still on the easel, the damp paint still shimmering softly in the light.</p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 13px;">As I stared the canvas I could imagine with ease the sort of day Carmen had attempted to capture and had done so perfect. The leaves turning for autumn. The privacy of the bench hidden from view, the path rarely walked. An air of mystery and perhaps of romance. I could easily imagine two lovers meeting in this place.</span></p>
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<p align="center"><i>Leaves of red and yellow</i></p>
<p align="center"><i>Turning in sweet, silent solitude</i></p>
<p align="center"><i>As winter creeps ever nearer</i></p>
<p align="center"><i>Autumn’s final colors viewed</i></p>
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<p align="center">The words had come to my mind without my permission. After a moment of staring in confusion at the canvas, a bright smile spread across my face. The words, in my mind, suited the painting to perfection.</p>
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<p align="center">Turning from the painting, I blurred to Carmen’s desk, ignoring the pages that fluttered to the floor in the wind my approach caused. Taking a page from her notebook, I jotted down the words adding beneath the short poem.</p>
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<p align="center"><i>It’s absolutely gorgeous sister. One of your best paintings yet!</i></p>
<p align="center"><i>Love Tanya xoxo.</i></p>
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<p align="center">Carefully I placed the note beside the canvas.</p>
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<p align="center">Giving the painting one final glance, I hurried from the room, the image of the painting still in my mind as I headed out the door to hunt.</p>OLD HABITS NEVER DIEtag:thecullensonline.ning.com,2015-04-20:3404507:BlogPost:10765172015-04-20T06:31:59.000ZTanya Macejkahttp://thecullensonline.ning.com/profile/TanyaMacejka
<p>Taking my seat on the flight, I slipped my tablet from my carry on smiling at the screensaver – a photo of myself, Kate, Irina, Carmen and Eleazar taking on the day of Edward and Bella’s wedding. Switching it to flight mode, I snapped the cover close. I couldn’t wait to be home.</p>
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<p>I glanced up as something nudged against my arm. A bag had fallen from the overhead luggage compartment and landed in the seat next to me.</p>
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<p>“I’m sorry about that. Are you okay?” A man…</p>
<p>Taking my seat on the flight, I slipped my tablet from my carry on smiling at the screensaver – a photo of myself, Kate, Irina, Carmen and Eleazar taking on the day of Edward and Bella’s wedding. Switching it to flight mode, I snapped the cover close. I couldn’t wait to be home.</p>
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<p>I glanced up as something nudged against my arm. A bag had fallen from the overhead luggage compartment and landed in the seat next to me.</p>
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<p>“I’m sorry about that. Are you okay?” A man with short dark hair and green eyes, grinned down apologetically at me as he forced the bag back into the compartment.</p>
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<p>I flashed him a smile “I’m fine.”</p>
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<p>“You didn’t even get a fright. Most women would have jumped up and slapped me be now.”</p>
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<p>“I don’t scare very easily.” My smile widening</p>
<p>“I can tell.” He flopped down into the seat next to me, slipping his laptop under the seat. “William McLeary.” He grinned at me offering his hand</p>
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<p>“Tanya”</p>
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<p>“I knew it! You’ll look like a Tanya.”</p>
<p>I tilted my head with a half smile. “And how does a “Tanya” look exactly?”</p>
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<p>He just grinned and changed the subject. “So what brings you to Alaska.”</p>
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<p>“I’m going home. I live in Denali with my family.”</p>
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<p>“All your life?”</p>
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<p>“For a long time.”</p>
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<p>“Maybe you could show me the sights then?”</p>
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<p>“Maybe I could.” I flashed him a smile as the seatbelt light came on.</p>
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<p>Settling my head back against the headrest I closed my eyes, remembering a meeting similar to this many years ago.</p>