I look around this war camp. There were dragons in armor. It smells like blood and iron. I quench my nose. At least there are many clouds so the sun can't hurt me. Toothless looks at me and growls genty.

"Yeah, I know." I say.

I look up and I see a man wrapped in dragon hide. He smells like thick dry blood. He doesn't smell like most humans. His body, covered in scars. His hair, long black strands. But there's something else. What is he looking at? I look down using my special vision. The water moves. The water is restless. I hear something's mighty breath. I smell mighty blood. A blood scent I have never smelled before. Toothless draws back.

"You're late." Drago hisses.

"I'm right on time with the new dragons I've managed to get." Eret steps forward.

"You've brought me a Night Fury." He turns.

"He's not here to join your army." I hiss.

"And who is this?" Drago looks at me.

"Ah. Someone very special Drago. He's a-" Eret starts.

"A vampire." I bare my fangs.

The men around laugh. I roll my eyes. Toothless let's out a growl. I light a fire in my hands. Their eyes widen. Drago walks forward. I look at him.

"You have some nerve boy. I have not yet met a vampire." Drago says. 

"I heard you were going to destroy Berk. I want in. You could use someone of my power." I say.

"Intriguing. Why?" Drago says. 

"My business is my own." I say.

"Hmmm." Drago thinks.

"He's also the chief's son." Eret says.

I look at him surprised. Drago then lets out a laugh. His breath smells awful. The other men laugh too. Oh brother.