Minor gore warning!

CHAPTER SEVEN – a glum afternoon

The black haired boy let out a brutal laugh as he strode into the room; nevertheless, he didn't get to close to Drayko.

The blond let go of his brother and glared at the intruder, his brother just gave Gareth a stern look. "What do you want Gareth?" Leif hissed.

Gareth smiled and looked down at them. "I just came around to tell everyone that I was right." He stated.

"And what does that mean?" Drayko spat as he restrained the urge to tackle the annoying Viking.

"That means that every time I said that you were a monster, I was right." Gareth shrugged as if it was plainly obvious. Leif stood, attempting to look offended, but Drayko knew he did it to block his view of the other Viking, thus rendering the thought of attacking him useless unless Drayko wished to tackle his family member as well. "No wonder you're parents left you in the woods to die." Gareth chuckled.

Drayko felt a twinge of anger mixed with fear. "h-how did you find out about that?" he demanded weakly.

Gareth smirked, obviously getting the reaction he had wanted. "The whole village knows, the little baby that was left in the middle of nowhere, left and forgotten, until it was found by the unfortunate village head, thus forcing him to take care of the ugly, unwanted, freak child." The obnoxious boy explained as he circled the bed. Drayko growled. "I can't help but feel bad for Hiccup and Astrid, even you Leif, having to live with such a . . . thing. I can't even begin to imagine the shame Stoick must feel, being the grandfather of a beast."

Drayko must've moved because Leif moved in front of him again, this time putting a hand on his chest to stop the blond from moving more. "Stop it Gareth, you know that no one thinks of him like that."

"Are you so sure? I mean," He laughed, "did you see the children, and the elders? They're all horrified. The only reason they haven't said anything is so that he won't attack them!" he gave a boisterous guffaw.

Drayko couldn't help himself; he knew Gareth was just trying to get under his . . . skin, but the black haired boy was now more or less confirming his fears. He glanced up at his brother, whose eyes flickered to him, but gave no reassurance.

Gareth took the silence for what it was. "Even it knows I'm right."

"My brother is not an it." Leif hissed immediately.

The bigger Viking ignored the strawberry blonds comment. "Since you're, well," he laughed, "since you're no longer human, maybe I should look up the poor, rebounding Tofa for a good night's sleep eh?" he gave Drayko a teasing wink before laughing again.

The contents of Drayko's nightmare came flooding back like a punch to the face. He shoved Leif out of the way so hard that the older boy hit the floor some several feet away. The blond lunged at the large Viking, forcing him onto the ground. He pinned the boy and screeched into his face. Gareth stared up at him, fear clearly in his eyes.

Drayko tried to scream out a sentence but it came out as screeches and various growling noises. The black haired boy moved his arms, trying to unpin himself but Drayko held him down effortlessly. He glared down at the boy, catching sight of the pulsing vein in his neck.

Kill him.

It was the voice from when he fell off the Nightmare, Ember. This time he didn't question the voice. Drayko leaned in closer the pulsating skin; he let out a sigh when the boy's heartbeat sped up. The boy gave a scared whimper when the blond licked his throat and rested his teeth on the fragile skin. He dug his teeth in until he tasted blood flow into his mouth, a happy growl slipping from his bloodstained lips. He slipped a tongue into the wound, trying to get a good taste of his prey.

Something tackled him off of the screaming animal. He growled at the other animal.

"Drayko, get a hold of yourself!" the tall animal said. Drayko blinked and grabbed the sides of his head. He felt a liquid drip from his lips. "Oh gods . . ." he whispered, not wanting to remember what he had just done. He glanced over at the damage he'd done to see Gareth screaming, and holding the side of his neck. Drayko's eyes glassed over as he caught the scent.

Prey, wounded prey.

"No!" he screamed at the voice, as he once again grabbed his head as if by shutting out sound he could cut out everything else.

"Drayko..." whispered a familiar voice. He looked up to see his brother holding the side of his body that had hit the ground. Drayko made a small movement to reach out toward him in apology, and he regretted it, because as soon as he moved, his brother took a large stumbled step backward.

"What's in Odin's name is going- ah! Gareth! What happened!" one of the village women came in, she was large and extremely muscled. She ran over to the boy and the dark circle that was steadily becoming larger around him. She took one glance at the other boys before glaring at Drayko.

She grew a sort of cocky, smug, evil grin before she started to yell. "Help, Help! This beast has killed my child!" she yelled out the open front door. Within minutes half the village was back inside the cottage, all of them staring at either Gareth, or Drayko.

"Why did you attack him?" demanded one of the villagers, this was followed by more angry demands, though no one came nearer.

"He was provoked!" hissed Leif. "Besides, Gareth had it coming! He's hateful to everyone! He's not dead either, he's just-"

"Bleeding his life away on the floor!" interjected Snotlout as he joined his wife beside their child.

"What's going on?" asked the voices of Drayko's adoptive family. Drayko attempted to shrink as they finally made it through the group of angry on-lookers. "Drayko . . . you did this?" Astrid said as the village doctor came running through the crowd to work on the black haired boy. Drayko nodded. She said nothing, only gave him a sad expression in reply. He looked away, tears stinging his eyes. Funny how in his attempt to stop his nightmare from coming true, he in turn caused it to happen.

"I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding!" hollered the voice of the one person he truly did not want to see. "Stupid girl, look at my child! Does this look like some trick?" hissed the mother of Gareth. "N-no . . . it doesn't, b-but I know Drayko wouldn't do anything like this on purpose!" she cleared the crowd and finally got a good look of the blood covered Drayko. She stared at him with wide eyes.

He gritted his teeth; he needed to get out of there. He stood, and every single villager gasped and stepped back. He shut his eyes tight and ran full tilt toward the door. He felt the people around him give him a wide berth as he ran passed. He didn't stop when the light of day hit him.

He kept running until he reached the edge of the village. He allowed himself one last look back at the village.

It looked so peaceful, the buildings so quiet. The cottage must've been a lot farther into the village than he had thought. His former friends cut through two houses to catch up with him. He frowned and turned around. He stretched his wings wide; they were about the size of two of him. He crouched slightly, preparing to launch himself into the air when two fragile arms wrapped themselves around his waist, halting him for a split second.

"Don't go." Tofa whispered into his back. He felt her start to cry. He swallowed hard before turning to her. "I can't stay here, I just killed someone."

"We don't know if he's dead yet-"

"I wanted to eat him Tofa, that's not normal Viking behaviour." Drayko explained.

She stared at him with sad eyes for a long time. Then, reluctantly, she let him go and stepped back into the arms of her brother, who said nothing.

He turned and took off with one powerful swoop of his wings. This time he didn't look back at the village.

-IZZA LINE FACE-

... D: ... D: ... D: ... i knew this was going to happen from the very start X3 now i cant get started on conflict number TWO ((first ones not done yet tho))

R & R!

Anyone else feel like watching a very sad movie right now or is it just me?