Kara gave the man a bewildered look when he told her that eternity embraced her. Before she could even demand to know what he meant, he was at her side and pulling her up off the floor by her arm. Her hands grabbed his muscular arm as she tried to keep from falling. Her legs felt like jello, and she couldn't seem to get her feet to cooperate.<br/><br/>She helped when he picked her up and tossed her onto his shoulder. With her pert bottom in the air and his big hand bracing her by the back of her thigh, embarrassment had her cheeks heating.<br/><br/>“Put me down right this instant!” Kara demanded. Seconds later she was sitting on her bed and trying not to fall over. There were smears of blood on her clothes from those things he had killed. The realization that people had been killed in her house had her reaching for her cell phone. She had to call the cops!<br/><br/>Her eyes found the killer shoving her clothing into a bag, then going through her underwear drawer. She could see his placid expression in the mirror on top of the dresser, and then she saw herself. Her eyes had changed. They were no longer a soft brown color, but were an amber color that seemed to shine. The fangs she felt before were smaller now, but she could still see the tips of them.<br/><br/>Seeing how different she looked now, her hands clenched, and she startled with surprise when she looked down at her now destroyed cell phone in her hand. Had she done that? The cell phone fell from her hand in pieces.<br/><br/>The insanely handsome man was back in front of her and carrying her gym bag filled with her clothing. His hands reached for her, and she shrunk back. It did her no good. She found herself on his shoulder again. Feeling a bit more strength, her bunny slipper clad feet kicked against him as Kara struck at his behind with her hands. It did no good at all. Every inch of him was rock hard, and hitting him only ended up hurting her.<br/><br/>“Damnit, put me down! I can walk.” While that might not have been true, it would be better then being carted around like a sack of potatoes.<br/><br/>Her hair came loose, and the straight blond length helped to obscure her vision. Kara could feel the heat of the desert as they left her home, and then the man was sitting her on the passenger seat inside a big, black truck. For all that he was carting her around and scaring the daylights out of her, he was gentle with her when he set her down. She couldn't understand what was happening. He'd said he was here to help her, to protect her. But seeing how savage he was with those three horned people frightened her.<br/><br/>Kara looked up at him as she held her bag, then behind him and gasped. “Behind you!”<br/><br/>He was already turning around, and then facing off with another horned and handsome man. She held her bag tightly to her, her body growing tense, as she watched both men try to kill each other with their blades. The fight was a little bit longer then the one that had taken place in her living room, but not by much. It did help to drive in the fact that the horned creatures were coming for her. She didn't miss the way the blond sex god kept himself between her and what she felt was a bigger danger. But she didn't know if that meant she could trust him. She had too many questions.<br/><br/>Her protector, or captor, killed the other man with too much ease. Kara grimaced as she pulled back into her seat and tucked her legs beneath her. Her gaze flickered over the cuts on the victor as he shut the truck door. She found she was glad to have the sight of the slain man blocked.<br/><br/>When the big man joined her in the cab and shut the door, the smell of his blood seemed to fill the small space. Kara could feel her fangs growing again, and her eyes began to roll back in her head. The urge to move over to him and lick one of his cuts was nearly overwhelming. But feeling the need of such an action was so alien to her, that she was able to hold herself back. Needing fresh air, she rolled down the window half way and leaned close to the wind coming into the cab.<br/><br/>It took a few miles for Kara's blood hunger to tamper down. By the time it did, they had already passed the sign stating that they were leaving Jackrabbit Junction. She felt weak and exhausted, as if even fear would expend too much energy.<br/><br/>She turned to look at the man and rested her cheek on the seat back. Her voice sounded tired when she spoke. “Who are you? What are you? And what were those horned people? They were coming for me? I don't understand why. I didn't do anything.”