"We've arrived at Drago's camp." Eret says.

I get out of the water. I dust myself off. The water drips from my hair. Never mind the temperature since I'm dead technically. Toothless nudges me. I scratch his scales. He growls happily. I breath out the chill of the air. Cold. But then again, I always am cold. Suppose that's because I'm a vampire. 

Toothless spits out a fish and growls at me.

"Uh... no thanks." I back away from him.  

"You'll soon meet up with Drago Bludvist and a word of advice, let me do the talking." Eret says.

I lick my lips. Alright, now I'm getting kind of hungry. I mean I'm always hungry. Toothless tosses me a live piece of fish. I bite down on it hard. Alive things are so much tastier. They're blood is so much fresher. It's more soothing. It goes down my throat smooth. Alive things have more energy.

I finish drinking the fish and I drop it. I lick the blood off my lips. Even my tongue has changed. It's more like a tentacle. It's longer which I'm not upset about. It's more efficient. I've changed so much I'm realizing. 

But one thing that hasn't changed, is my hatred toward Berk. I was right all along. I still come once in a while, drinking the blood of all their sheep and yack. I see dragons their sometimes. It seems that my father has let go of the war with dragons. I see dragons all around. I was right but I still want all of Berk to fall. My hunger will never be satisfied, and my hatred will always increase.