Chapter 3

"You are up vampire?" Angel glanced up at the druid. "Come then. You shall feed." Angel followed the man out leaving Oz sleeping in the bed next to him.
"What kind of blood do you require?"
"Don't bother for anything big. I can survive on rat blood if I need to."
"You shall not need too. We have cow's blood?"
"That's fine." Angel ducked under a small doorway and entered a small room off of the kitchen. He sat down in a small wooden chair and waited.
"I hope you do not mind this room." the druid gestured. "But I am sure you understand the dining hall is no place for blood." Angel did understand. It could get messy and the Druid didn't want a nice room spattered with blood, He tended to get a little bit frenzied when eating. The blood was brought out to him in a silver goblet. He was embarrassed and drank it down quickly.
"Now where are those dragons?"
"Vampire you shall need armor." The druid shook his head. "The fire will surely burn you if you are not careful. And you need the sword of justice. Dragon scales are some of the hardest to penetrate."
"Oh." Angel said. 'What am I getting into?' he asked himself. The druids helped him find armor in one of the storage rooms. They found him the sword of justice and a decent looking shield.
"Would you like a steed?" Angel thought for a moment. Would a horse prove to much trouble? Or would it help him.
"I think I shall bring a horse. If it gets dangerous then I will send him back." That made Angel feel better. After he got on all his ridiculous armor he was lead one to the stables.
"You shall have this horse. He is Angel also." The druid let out a black horse and it walked over to Angel. Angel put out his hand. The horse sniffed him cautiously but didn't run away.
"Come on fella. We have a dragon to kill." Angle got on top of the horse, not to gracefully and they began to trot out to the open countryside. It was rather easy to find the first dragon considering the large areas of charred woodland were in plain view. Angel just followed it along. The moon was nice and round. Not a cloud in the sky. Those were the nights he loved as a vampire. Then he heard screaming off in the distance. He set the horse off at a fast pace and struggled to hold on.
Angel could see over the tree line, orange flames. He gulped as a green head reared up and spewed flames into the sky. "It's only a very large demon." He told himself charging at it. Finally the horse bucked him off.
"Wait here Angel." Angel tied Angel to a tree and headed forward. He could see the moonlight reflecting off the dragon's smooth scales. A scared family was huddled by the remains of their thatched cabin. It was hard for Angel to believe that after all the years he had been gone not that much had changed in Ireland.
"Run!" He shouted. The dragon turned to him it's coal black eyes angry. It hissed and dove at him. Angel rolled out of the way. "Pick on someone your match why don't Ya!" Angel threatened. The dragon unfurled his wings and spit flames at Angel. He dove behind a tree which instantly became ash. He could feel the hotness all around him. He thought he would melt. The flames licked his arms which stuck out. He wondered if he would be cooked inside the suit. Dumb 15th century technology.
"That all you got?" Angel yelled back reappearing. He looked the dragon over, judging for a weak spot. The thing was maybe 25 feet tall and about 50 feet from nose to tail. The dragon reared again and Angel looked up. Under the jaw there was no scales. It was skin kind of like a snake's. That's where he would aim. He darted out into the dragons' presence again. He counted on the dragon going at him. "Look at me. A nice dessert to the people you already ate right?" the dragon cocked his head and leaned down. He opened his jaw which reeked of burnt flesh. The large yellow teeth gleamed at Angel. He snapped at Angel who dodged and rolled. As the dragon pulled away Angel plunged his sword into the throat. The dragon screeched in pain and tried to toss him and the sword. Angel hung on tight.
"You can't kill people. Time to go back to fairy land dragon!" Angel used the swinging motion as leverage. He ripped the sword downward exposing the dragons' throat. The skin peeled back. The dragon managed to toss Angel aside as it grabbed at its throat. "That's right. Don't mess with me." Angel said more confidently. He stood up and winced. The fall had hurt. A lot. The dragon flailed around for a few minutes until the blood loss began to take its toll. It sunk to the ground and in a poof of glittery dust disappeared. Almost like staking a vampire.
Angel brushed himself off and headed back into the charred forest for his horse. There was still another dragon loose and no doubt other creatures, like that centaur.