"Drago Bludvist is expecting a new load of dragons." Eret says.

"What kind of name is Drago Bludvist?" I chuckle. 

"Do you mind putting me down?" Eret asks.

I roll my eyes and I drop him. 

"Tell me more about this Drago Bludvist." I say.

"Why?" He asks.

I glare at him. Toothless growls. 

"What are you? No human has eyes like that." He 

"I'm a Vampire." I say.

Eret lets out a laugh. I'm being dead serious. I just look at him.

"Oh. You're serious?" He asks. 

I nod.

"So what are you going to suck my blood?" He asks.

"If I find the need to, and if you don't tell me more about Drago Bludvist." I say.

The other men draw back.

"Drago Bludvist is building a dragon army to take on his enemies like Berk." He says.

My eyes narrow.

"Go on." I say.

"No one believed Drago could end the war with dragons, so he said, 'see how well you do without me'." Another man says.

"Drago don't take well to no progress." Eret says.

He shows me his mark. Ooh. That looked painful.

"This is what he gave me last time I showed up empty handed. He promised to be far less understanding in the future." Eret says.

"Take me to Drago Bludvist I wish to make a deal with him." I say.

A series of laughs take place. 

"You? Vampire or not, why would you possibly want to meet with Drago?" Eret laughs.

"I can help him destroy all of Berk." I say.

This could be my chance to get my revenge. I want Berk to fall. I want all of Berk to suffer. I want the young ones to know who I really am. Snotlout. The twins. Fishlegs. And Astrid. My heart burns with hatred. I want them to know who I really am.

"You? Hah. Why do you care? Who even are you other than a Vampire?" Eret asks.

"I am the son of Stoick the Vast, and I want Berk to burn even more than Drago." I say.