Thunder rumbled overhead, and soon rain fell upon them. This seemed like a freak occurrence, and it was not hard for Hallbjorn to think that Kara was the cause of it. Probably not consciously. The time when the temperature in their room plummeted while she had a nightmare and the unleashing of fire when she was threatened came to his mind - it seemed that the young woman had power over the elements that was raw and tied to her emotions. And sure enough when their kiss broke her eyes glowed amber. His own were grey, as the sky above would be if there were any light to see it by. The deluge had his platinum blond strands plastered to his head, neck, and shoulders. The black t-shirt he wore was soaked completely through, clinging to every single hard edge of his muscled torso. Droplets of water sluiced over the planes of his face and he looked around, then lead Kara towards an outcropping that still had room under it. The rain continued but they took shelter beneath an overhang by a food stall that was further away than any others and so the last for anyone to try and go hide under.<br/><br/>Hallbjorn had his hand on Kara's lower back. His hand was very large and it splayed over so much of her back. The warmth of his skin on her back stood out against the coldness of her soaked tank top on the rest of her body.<br/><br/>"We shall see, female." Hallbjorn said, his eyes on the people nearby. His brows furrowed at a pair of Victorian-era garbed men who glanced their way but quickly averted their eyes. The hairs on the back of Hallbjorn's neck tried to rise in response, but they were unable to. "It would be wise for us to depart for now." The man said, and led Kara to the exit of the fair grounds.<br/><br/>They had just reached Hallbjorn's truck when the two men watching them traced to their location. They appeared between the truck and the blond pair. Hallbjorn took a half step forward, positioning himself between Kara and these two males.<br/><br/>"Step away, vampires." Hallbjorn threatened in a dull, emotionless tone.<br/><br/>"We seek no quarrel." One of the men said, holding up his arms placatingly. The eyes of both of these vampires were clear, indicating that they had never drunk blood to the death of their source. But their interest in Kara was all too clear with the way their eyes continued to gaze her way. "But, ah, you see-"<br/><br/>"You look at what is mine without my leave. It ends. Now." Hallbjorn said, fully interposing himself between the vampires and Kara, blocking her from their line of sight. The one vampire who was, thus far, silent chose - unwisely - to test Hallbjorn and traced to the side, coming within arm's reach of Kara.<br/><br/>The vampire did not remain in that position for long as Hallbjorn's arm shot out and grasped the vampire by the neck. The vampire had just enough time to yelp before Hallbjorn's hand clenched tightly, closing off the airway completely. The vampire did not need to breathe, as an unblooded male, but it was still painful as iron-like fingers dug deep into flesh.<br/><br/>"Berserker, please! Peace! Is it only that the female-" The first vampire began.<br/><br/>"Is mine!" Hallbjorn answered, and brought his other hand up. He wrenched viciously, and the sound of bones popping sounded as Hallbjorn broke the vampire's neck but left its head attached. "I fought for Kristoff, and he treated me well and honourably. Swear to the Lore you will not report anything to your king or anyone else, or I will end both of you."<br/><br/>The vampire glanced at his friend, who was boneless in Hallbjorn's hands. "I can swear only for myself."<br/><br/>"Swear to the Lore you will extract the same vow from him when he can speak again." Hallbjorn said, and when the vampire made no move to reply his muscles tensed. The vampire finally nodded.<br/><br/>"I vow it to the Lore." The vampire said, and Hallbjorn tossed the other vampire in a boneless heap at him. The vampire caught his friend and then traced away and out of sight.<br/><br/>Hallbjorn turned his head to look at Kara. He wore an impassive expression and his eyes were a pale blue. "Please get inside the truck and change into dry clothing." He told her. The cab of the Super Duty would be large enough for her to hop into the back and change out of her wet clothes into something dry. The windows were tinted so there would be no worry about anything seeing her disrobe. The Berserker's eyes turned towards the fair grounds, and his thoughts were his own.