Regret

How often do we say something that we immediately realize was not the right thing to say? …

Reflecting on the years that have passed since my transformation I am reminded of regrets this evening.  Why do my thoughts travel this way? I opened up one of my favorite books of poetry.   The collection of poems is Mountain Interval by Robert Frost.

In my favorite poem “The Road Not Taken”, he writes of two roads both well worn through the years and not recently travelled on.  He ponders which road he will choose.  He makes his choice and in his later years…

Tia's transformation went very smoothly.  I showed her how to hunt and to keep to the shadows.

I admit now I was a little apprehensive in bringing her home to Amun and Kebi. I was unsure how they would react to another member of our group. As well as, I left without letting them know.

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After being repeatedly told that I shouldn't go out looking for Tia because The Volturi would be looking for me. I decided that I had waited far to long and was worried about her. Knowing that my uncle was killed while Amun stole me, I didn't know what had happened to Tia and if she was all right or suffering. I couldn't bear it if she was suffering.

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Forgotten Cut



(Title inspired from a Men's Journal magazine article title with the same title)



Time marches on as do we, though slower than most, we are not immune to time as most may think.

As we go through the paces, we lose sight of that which was sacred to us... humanity.

Some let it go completely. Perhaps they were misguided as humans and do not want to remember. Some try to hold onto it by keeping their stories written down. We do forget over time.…

I wander through the house looking for Tia.  I realize she must be over visiting with Kebi.  Since Amun disappeared Kebi has not been her self.  Tia and I are really worried about her.

Looking down at the couch in the living room… I notice Tia has placed an afghan there.  It is an afghan that I made many years ago out of frustration with Amun.  I was a fledgling then.  I was learning to control my “abilities” and how to be a vampire.  Amun was being very…

Walking up the steps to our home in Egypt.  Will she still be there waiting? Will she still want me? 

If she has left me then I deserve it for being gone so long.



As I open the door... I call out to the house, “Tia? My lovely Tia... Are you home? It is your Benji come …

As 2010 came to a close I was tucked safely in the embrace of my beloved Esme. We reminisced, laughed and remembered good times and bad that we had experienced in 2010; things we shared together and also separately.

Work, family, friends... all things that we both love passionately. 

What 2011 will bring we have yet to discover. I look forward to taking each step along side of my family and friends. I hope to experience great things in 2011.

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