Word Vomit #3 "The Worst Bloodsucker: Origin"

How to Train your Dragon

Tags: How to Train your Dragon, AU, Vampires, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Dagur the Deranged

Warning: Death. Rape. Do not read if these kind of things upset you.


Berk

The 25th year of Cheif Stoick "the Vast" of Clan Haddock

It called to him.

He could hear it, see it, smell it, taste it.

Blood.

Sweet, sweet blood.

The screams of the dying, the living and the damned was all around him. In front of him, fire from the Waltheofsson and Padarson halls illuminated the market square, while raiders set fire to the Mac Oilibhéir hall. He can't tell if they have Rosebreath or Itchyeyes on the ground, screaming and trying to get the raider off of her, but he knows Jitters is dead, the fire illuminating his head, pinned against the hall.

To his right, over by the Great Hall, he could see the defenders on the steps, a shield wall holding back the enemy, spears bristling out and ready to stab any who got to close. Those not part of the shield wall stood further back, near the doors with bows and crossbows, shooting over the shield wall at the enemy. But the enemy was not of man and Midgard, for they surely must have come from Hel's domain, as fast as a Nadder, as tough as a Gronkle and as deadly as a Nightmare. Even now he could see the shield wall take several steps back, as two of their ranks were pulled towards Hel's horde, screaming in rage and terror.

To his left, he could see what remains of his father and uncle. They came charging towards the enemy, axe and sword in hand, cleaving through them like a mighty storm. Hope grew within him, hoping that they would get to him and his wife, when it died as he saw his uncle fall. A jagged claw came from behind, tearing through the back of his uncles right ankle. His father turned to help and in that moment, they were overwhelmed, a hand gouging out his father's eye, before he fell. Even now, he could see the wretches feasting on their corpses, hands and teeth tearing out muscle and organ.

And before him, lay his dutiful wife, within her, their unborn child. Her brown eyes were filled with terror and fear. Her dark hair was dirty with dirt and blood. Her clothing was ripped, exposing her breasts and belly, heavy with child. Her right hand, broken. Her weapon, a sword he made for her, shattered between them. Above her, pinning her down by her forearms, a monster in human flesh.

"Brother…"

The monster grinned, eyes red like a ruby he once saw on a trader's ship. His mouth is filled with fangs and blood covered his mouth, chin and armor, staining it all crimson. The sword that he thrust into his chest was still there, but if the monster noticed it, he did nothing to remove it.

Dagur the Deranged has come to Berk and laid waste to it.

The Berserk chief came at night, landing his fleet in the light of the moon, an impossible task considered by all but the foolish. Taken by surprise, the raiders were able to land and unload all of their warriors. Including the revenants, Draugr. Mostly fallen warriors, the dead shambled ahead of the main force, sowing fear and terror among the hooligans. Shambling and falling apart, they were easily defeated.

Or so the Hooligans thought.

Those that have been pierced or knocked down, rose again. And again. And again. Even cutting off the head did nothing to stop the body from blindly lashing out. Only by removing the limbs and head, cutting them into small enough pieces, truly removed them from the fight, leaving the parts to wiggle and thrash impotently on the ground.

But it took time to stop an opponent in such a way. Time enough for other draugr to surround and bring the defenders down. But the Hooligans learned that the draugr were a distraction from the real enemy.

Tired and terrified, the Hooligans were unprepared for Berserk warriors, charging between the draugr. Clad in their strongest armor and wielding the finest weapons, the Berserkers laid waste into the defenders. It wasn't until one of them bit and drained the blood of Frostback Thorston, that their true inhuman nature showed itself.

He was fighting one of them, alongside Grim the Sour and Tails Ingerman, when Dagur himself arrived, flanked by his honor guard. His freshly sharpened blade pierced Dagur's chest, when he was knocked down and held in place by two of the guards.

"Is that little Hiccup?" Dagur knelt by him, taking his helmet off and revealing his grin. "It is!"

"Dagur!" Hiccup yelled, "How dare you! We had a treaty! Oathbreaker! Fuc-" He was cut off as Dagur placed his hand over his mouth, shutting him up.

"Oh, Hiccup, the things I will show you." His face became more beast than man, teeth becoming fangs, "The things I will do to you…"

Dagur lowered his mouth to Hiccup's neck. Hiccup thrashed and tried to get them off of him, but the hands holding him down had the strength of his father. Then he felt a pain like no other, followed by paralysis. He could feel Dagur piercing his neck, but he couldn't move, couldn't scream, nothing.

As he felt his blood leaving him, as darkness encroached on his vision, he thought of his father, wife, family, friends, Berk.

He thought of his unborn child.

I'm sorry…

Darkness claimed him.

But it was not meant to be.

Light burst back into his vision. He tried to sit up, gasping as much air as he could, feeling like he ran around the entire island in one run. He felt as hot as if he had a fever. Cold as if he skinny dipped into the ocean during winter. He felt pins and needles all throughout his body. Pain. Pleasure. All crashing in him.

Above him, Dagur stood up, blood dripping from a cut on his palm.

"Now you will be truly my brother." Dagur stopped, thinking with his hand on his chin. "Or maybe my child? I did bring you back…"

He waved his hand in dismissal.

"Bah! It doesn't matter, let's get this baby his first meal." He called to his men. "Bring his wife!"

And Hiccup found himself in front of his wife, he on his hands and knees, she on her back, held down by Dagur.

Hiccup was still confused and out of it. He didn't know what was going on. But he knew one thing.

He was hungry.

He was so, so hungry.

She was closest to him. Her blood sang to him, beating it's rhythm. He started to crawl over to her, ignoring her pleading.

"Hiccup? Hiccup, please, what are you doing?" Her pleading did not reach him, not really. He heard her, but all of his focus was on her beautiful, beautiful neck.

"He can't hear you. He can't hear anything, nothing but the hunger." The monster giggled. "Don't worry, soon you and him will be together for all eternity, until Ragnarok."

"Hiccup, please stop…" She continued to sob as I came closer to her neck, ready to feed.

But he stopped.

He felt something under his hand, something that cut through the hunger. Looking down, he saw that he placed his left hand on her belly. He kept looking even as he felt it again.

A kick.

His child, his unborn child. It's still alive, still kicking. His child that he and his wife…

By Odin.

What is he doing? He backed up, falling on the ground, staring into the wide eyes of his wife.

He almost killed her! He almost killed his child!

"Well…" He looked up at Dagur, looking at him with eyes filled with disappointment. "Looks like our new brother is a failure."

Dagur looked off to the side and nodded. The next thing that Hiccup knew, was darkness, as someone struck the back of his head.


AN: The very first time I was exposed to vampires, I was still living in Chicago, so somewhere before 1997. I was about 7 years old and my older brother got a bootleg copy of Vampire Hunter D on VHS. At the time, I didn't know what I was watching, I thought it was some kind of weird cartoon. But it stuck with me. Something about eternal, blood sucking, hypnotizing, undead creatures stayed with me for the rest of my life.

I have enough ideas for this, that I will be making a series of drabbles titled, "The Worst Bloodsucker." If possible, I'll plan on making this into a full fledged story, maybe a multi-part. Along with Vampire Hunter D, I will be using ideas, names and concepts from the following series.

Castlevania

Dracula

Nosferatu

Old World of Darkness

Blade

Hellsing

… and many more.

Other notes

Hiccup's wife - She is not Astrid, Heather, Camicazi or any How to Train your Dragon girl. She is a throwaway OC.

Inspired by:

E (hyphen) (hyphen) wills (on Tumblr) / E (period) wills (on Fanfiction) - specifically her drabble "Vamp-bros" and all her vampire HTTYD notes, located on her Tumblr.

BlueberryToasterTart (on Fafiction) - Their fic "Darkest Night".