Kara was able to breath easier when Hallbjorn was no longer leaning over her shoulder. By the time he finished changing clothes, she had everything packed up and was ready to go. The two remaining bottles of blood were tucked away in her bag, and the one she had finished today was rinsed out and in the trash can. When he exited the bathroom, she looked him over. He no longer smelled like blood, but he was still too handsome. At least now she had herself under control. “You clean up well.” She smiled, then followed him to the truck.<br/><br/>After he checked them out, she used the map feature on his cell to direct the way to the steak house. Since it was mostly just down the street, she didn't need to give too many directions, and was able to soak in what he was telling her.<br/><br/>It was disheartening, to say the least. It sounded like everyone moved to America just to get away from the vampires. That spoke volumes. It was strange to Kara to know she'd be hated because of what she was. She was used to everyone liking her. The last fight she'd been in was in the third grade, when Tommy Mason had pulled her hair. She generally got along well with everyone. Perhaps she needed to practicing smiling with her lips closed.<br/><br/>Hearing the different ways to kill a vampire didn't bother her too much, because Kara was still coming to terms with what she was. She felt different from before, but every time she thought of herself as a vampire it was like a kick in the pants, surprising and not all that pleasant.<br/><br/>What Hallbjorn told her about vampires harvesting memories, drinking to the death, going insane, and having red eyes had her forehead creasing. She didn't want to be like that. About the only thing that sounded like a benefit was tracing. Fat lot of good it did Kara, who had no idea if she could trace, and knew no place but back home.<br/><br/>Then there was the bit about all of the other female vampires being dead. That was worrisome. She didn't want to draw the attention of male vampires because she was the only female left. What had taken the lives of all of the others?<br/><br/>They pulled into the parking lot of the steakhouse. When Hallbjorn parked, Kara hesitated before reaching for the door. She looked back at Hallbjorn, and thought of how he'd watched her drink blood and had most definitely seen her fangs.<br/><br/>“You know a lot about vampires. From what you've told me, they seem hated by all. Do you... are you repulsed by what I am?” Even though his answer probably should not have mattered to her, she felt that him looking upon her with disgust would hurt. It would hurt a lot. He'd given her no cause to think he found her vampireness revolting, but then again Hallbjorn didn't show much emotion.