“Hallbjorn.” She repeated his name. It felt different rolling off her tongue, foreign even. But she couldn't detect much of an accent. Then again, it wasn't like he was speaking a lot. She was starting to hate those sunglasses. Not being able to see his eyes made her feel as though she could not get a real idea of what his intentions were.<br/><br/>He held out a bag of beef jerky in offering, and she shook her head. “No, thank you.” It was evident that even though she was out of her depth, her manners still held true.<br/><br/>Kara watched his throat as he swallowed, and then her eyes locked onto that rivulet of blood that began to flow from his cut. Her mouth began to water, and she could feel her fangs growing. They ached, making her want to lick up that delicious smelling trick of blood.<br/><br/>Mortified by her thoughts and how her body reacted, Kara held her hand up in front of her mouth. The action did not help her hide the small groan of disappointment when Hallbjorn's shirt soaked up the blood. It was hard to draw her attention away from his neck, but what he spoke next brought her gaze back up to his sunglasses.<br/><br/>“New Orleans? You're taking me to the other side of the country?” She frowned. Kara had never been  out of her small town, not even to Tucson, which was only a few hours away. He said he was her protector, and even though she still felt no small amount of fear in regards to him, he had shown that he was able to keep the others away from her with no problem.<br/><br/>“A berserker?” Kara asked as she took in the size of him. “I took some classes about Norse mythology in college.” Along with just about every other introductory class. “I thought they became all wild eyed and testosterone laden when they battled. But you don't look any different from when you were fighting to now. Aren't you supposed to hulk out?” The absurdity of the conversation they were having was not beyond her, but she had seen some things tonight she could not explain.<br/><br/>When Hallbjorn told her that those were demons he had fought, she got the feeling that they weren't demons in the biblical sense. Regardless of their mythology, the fact that they seemed so intent to get her had Kara shivering. It was in the nineties tonight, and she still felt goosebumps breaking out on her skin.<br/><br/>It finally dawned on her how little she was wearing, which caused her to dig in her bag for the hoodie she'd seen him pack. Kara slipped the blue hoodie over her head and pulled it down to cover her pajamas.<br/><br/>“There were more?” She squeaked. Then her gaze narrowed. “How long have you been protecting me?”<br/><br/>His answer as to what she was didn't answer any of her questions. Kara crossed her arms and glared at Hallbjorn. “That doesn't make any sense to me. What am I, and what will I do? Why are my eyes all freaky, and why do I want to lick your blood?” The questions about the Accession could wait, because at the moment she certainly did not feel immortal.<br/><br/>Maybe he'd drugged her ice cream, and she was hallucinating all of this. She had been watching Supernatural right before it happened. But what if she was wrong? What if this was all real, and demons were really coming for her? Hallbjorn might be the only protection she had. It wasn't like she could just casually call her parents. Their site had no cell coverage, and it would take them two days just to reach the nearest village that had a phone. Even if she could call them, how could they help and what would they do about bodies left behind in their home and the living room being scorched.<br/><br/>Kara rubbed her hands down her face. She had to handle this one thing at a time or else she felt she'd go crazy. Suddenly, the urge to see if his eyes were like her own was overwhelming. She could have just asked him to remove them, but instead she got on her knees and leaned towards him, then slowly slid them off and set them on the dashboard.<br/><br/>He had pale blue eyes, and they were gorgeous. They didn't glow like hers. In fact, aside from being so muscular, tall and insanely sexy, he seemed very human. Her face was close to his, though not blocking the view of the road. Hallbjorn still smelled of traces of that tantalizing blood. But beneath that, there was his scent. It was warm and crisp, and made her want to draw it deep inside of her.<br/><br/>Her voice was soft and held a hint of vulnerability when she spoke. “You don't have any intention to hurt me, Hallbjorn?”