Just the mention of her needing blood had Kara looking at Hallbjorn's throat. Her mouth flooded with saliva, and she had to swallow several times. Her fangs tingled as she imagined what it would be like to slide her fangs into his skin. On the tail of that fantasy was a healthy dose of horror that she'd even been contemplating that.<br/><br/>Hallbjorn's deep, soothing voice told her to rest and where they were heading. Kara closed her eyes. “I've never been to Tucson before.” After yawning loudly, she fell deeply asleep. It wasn't until Hallbjorn climbed back into the cab of the truck that she awoke. It took her a moment to figure out where they were, but when she saw the butcher shop sign, her attention was drawn to to the bottles. She quickly looked away, torn between wanting it and being disgusted.<br/><br/>As much as she wanted to remain awake to see Tucson, even at night time, Kara drifted off to sleep again. When she woke up, Hallbjorn had already paid for the room and had returned for her. She refused to let him carry her this time, and settled for holding onto his arm as they made their way inside. The last few steps towards the bed had her stumbling, and she was glad when she finally sat down.<br/><br/>She had just slipped off her bunny slippers when Hallbjorn held one of the opened bottles up to her. “No, Hallbjorn, I can't-” Her protest was cut off when the thick, delicious blood filled her mouth. She felt energized with her first swallow, and her hands quickly came to hold the bottle up as she gulped it down. It was still cold, but that didn't deter her. As she drank, her skin became flush with good health and her hair became softer, silkier then before.<br/><br/>Kara glanced up at Hallbjorn as she drank. Her eyes started to glow again before she closed them, savoring the last few drops of blood. When she finished, she handed the bottle back to him and smiled. “That wasn't so bad. I feel better too.”<br/><br/>She looked around the room, and decided it was nice enough. This was the first time she'd stayed in a hotel, anyway. It was also the first time she'd share a room with a man. Even having a man in her bedroom back home was new to her. When she looked at the black out curtains covering the window, she noticed they didn't let an ounce of light in. It would be pitch black when Hallbjorn turned off the lights.<br/><br/>“Hallbjorn,” she said softly. “I'm afraid of the dark.” Kara couldn't meet his gaze. It was too embarrassing sharing that secret that she'd kept so well. She wouldn't be surprised if he laughed at her or plunged them into darkness regardless of her fears. She had an abundance of night lights at home, and her parents were the only ones that knew of her foolish fear.