The Rouge Angel (Book 1) - HTTYD

3| Blood bath

|HICCUP|

"Hello there...pretty boy."

I sneak a glance at the corner of my eye, and I see who spoke to me.

A Viking girl wearing strips of material as clothes, with curly yellow hair and light green eyes. Her skin is a sun kiss, but it's covered in smudges of ash from other Vikings. She grins, stumbling a little to the side. I can tell that she's drunk, just by the glassy look in her eyes, and how her breath smells horrid.

She burps, giggling a little bit. "Now you...are someone I'd pay for."

I finally look up at her, raising an eyebrow. She giggles again, burping, and her horrid breath flies into my face.

I gag, turning my head away from her and sipping at my Meade, my anger slowly rising.

I hear a little tingle, and I see her slowly put a small pouch in front of me, on the bar. I eye it curiously, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips. I place my Meade down, grabbing the small pouch. It's soft, and as I softly giggle it, I hear the tingle of runes inside of it.

I look back up to the Viking girl, and she flutters her eyelashes flirtatiously, sucking on the end of her finger.

I slowly smile, showing my teeth, and I slowly stand, placing the runes in my pocket. Her eyes widen slightly as she finally sees how tall I really am, but she doesn't back away.

She giggles, grabbing my hand in her sticky, filthy one, leading me through the crowd at the hall. Vikings are laughing and dancing crazily, mead flying from cups that are moving with their owners. It smells like burnt cheese and sweat in here, and the air is thick and warm, almost like it's filled with smoke. I push past Vikings, not bothering with a sorry as the girl leads me through the crowd.

Vikings shout and scream, laugh and brawl. There's music playing, but because of the noise, I can't tell if the guy doing the music is a random drunk Viking or a professional musician.

The girl makes it to the other side of the hall, making her way through a door, her filthy hand still gripping mine. She closes the door behind her, and most of the noise us suddenly cut off, like they all stopped.

She grins, walking down the dark hallway she had led me to, and she opens another door. It's dusty, darker, and stuffier than the hall, and I cough, the dust almost clogging my throat.

She closes the door behind her, and as she does, I slam her back against the wood of the door, knocking the wind out of her. She looks at me almost fearfully as I lean in to her neck, taking a deep breath through my noise, and I smile.

She laughs nervously, gulping, and her heart rate starts to rapidly increase, and I softly chuckle, making her body go frigid.

"What's wrong?" I ask in a sweet voice. "I can feel your fear."

I lean forward, and a shudder runs through her as I press my lips to her neck. Her muscles relax as I do this, and she lets out a moan. I pull my lips back, baring my teeth and I softly nibble at her neck.

She giggles, her filthy hands trailing up my arms and to my chest. She arches her head back, exposing her neck.

I grin.

I open my mouth, and I can feel my teeth shaping into fangs.

She has no time to react.

I strike forward, sinking my teeth into her soft flesh, the blood gushing to my lips. I then thrust my head back, her throat in between my teeth.