They think I'm a monster. I gasp in a breath of air. I'm not a monster, am I? I sink my teeth into another bird. I'm starving, but then again, my thirst for blood is never filled never satisfied. Nothing in my life seems to be satisfactory. I have a hunger that will never be filled. The sun and silver are my enemies. 

My dad, he still cares about me, after what I've become. I've become something I don't know what to call. A vampire? A monster? I'm just a boy scared. I'm terrified off being so small. I want to be powerful. I want to show the world I'm not just a scrawny boy. 

Toothless licks the side of my face. I grip my neck. I can still feel the silver. I can still feel the burning pain. I can't help but get sick to the stomach to know how much blood I've drank. I've drank a lot, but I can't stop now. Why did I take this deal? Eternal life? Power? Not the blood drinking. Blood doesn't taste that great. 

I think I took the deal because I wanted to show everyone that I wasn't a failure. I was right about the dragons. I was right about everything. I've always been the right one. Vikings would rather punch things and not think. I've always been a thinker. I grip my hands. Do I even want to think about what will happen next?

"Hey kid, we've arrived." Eret calls at me.

"Alright bud-" I put on my mask.

Toothless walks forward.

"Let's do this." I say getting on him.