Hallbjorn's hand resting on her stomach, with his fingers so close to touching other parts of her had desire gripping Kara. She fought back against it with everything she had, and after a bit it slowly released its hold on her. She was able to enjoy the movie, but when she laughed at the funny parts, she noticed that Hallbjorn did not laugh.<br/><br/>After it was over and he announced it was time to sleep, her eyelids were already heavy. But as he leaned over her, she felt a thrill at the hope that he might kiss her. Hallbjorn did kiss her, only it was a gentle kiss to her forehead, and not on her lips. Frustration made her voice small when she said, “Goodnight Hallbjorn.”<br/><br/>Slowly sleep took her. Kara did not have nightmares, but she did have odd dreams. She could feel heat pressing down on her in the dream as she stood beneath a scorching sun. Before her was the side of a cliff wall, and the color of the rock was a pinkish red. Carved into the very stone was what looked like a temple. It was breathtaking, but what held her attention was the doorway, and how that empty space called to her.<br/><br/>When she woke, it was to the smell of blood. Kara rolled over on the bed, her arm reaching out for Hallbjorn. But he was not there. She rose and made her way to where she smelled the delicious scent of blood, and it led her to the dining room. Kara pushed her sleep tousled hair from her face and smiled at Hallbjorn, “You look handsome this morning.”<br/><br/>The cup of blood drew her, and soon she was seated and drinking deeply of it. It tasted as amazing as it had last night, which brought a soft groan of delight to her lips. But as she finished it, she had a thought that bothered her. Perhaps Hallbjorn had not kissed her last night on the mouth because she had just drank blood. It had to be gross for someone who wasn't a vampire. He might accept her, but it didn't mean he wanted to kiss a mouth that might have traces of blood in it.<br/><br/>A small furrow in the middle of her forehead as she fixed herself a plate of pancakes and slathered it with butter and syrup. Her thoughts were whirling as she ate, and caused her to not even taste her food.<br/><br/>Thinking about Hallbjorn not kissing her last night had her thinking of the rest of the night. Kara's frown grew, her eyes were directed at her plate, but she wasn't seeing it. She gave up eating when she was halfway through and set down her fork and knife. After worrying her lower lip with one of her small fangs, she huffed out a frustrated breath.<br/><br/>“I caused that storm last night, but I couldn't stop it. I couldn't figure out how to make it go away. If it had gotten worse, someone could have been hurt. As it is, I probably ruined the night for all of those people.” Her voice quavered, but no tears fell. While her eyes may have shimmered with tears, she kept her gaze on the plate as she spoke so Hallbjorn would not see.<br/><br/>“I couldn't even tell that those two men were vampires. I can't see the difference between humans and Loreans. I can't tell them apart. I don't even know what those vampires wanted. They could have been like the demons who came to my home. If anything happened to where we are separated, even for a few minutes, I wouldn't know if I should run from someone.” Kara's lower lip quivered, and she quickly swiped at her eyes.<br/><br/>“And I'm a bad kisser.” She added in a voice so soft she wasn't sure he would hear her.