Hello HTTYD fans! it is I, Kyle Hexer, creator of the Black Moon dragon. For those of you who don't know me, I have written fics called 'The Black Moon Dragon', and am currently working on the continuation, 'The Ghost and Shadow Moons', (if you haven't read those, I recommend you should, just to clear up some stuff ok :) ). I was wondering to myself, what would have happened if Shadow, from my other fanfictions, came to Berk during the time of HTTYD 1 instead of half way through the Riders of Berk series. So I got board, and I'm procrastinating writing my school Economics paper, so I decided to start writing an extra in the Saga. (it doesnt contribute to the Black Moon storyline. it is just an extra) this fic is called 'Black Moon Blood'. Basically, this is what I recon what would have happened if Shadow showed up before the Red Death was killed. I've also decided I want to try working on writing in other genres, so in this one, there shall be lots of blood and gore. its kind of in the title. so expect this fic to be darker than what I have previously written. there will be hints of abuse, self harm, and that sort of stuff ok. You have been warned. I will try to put a trigger warning before every chapter where something like this may be found.

So yeh, please enjoy, and leave a review on what you think of it. my other fic will have no# one priority over this, so it will be updated by you sending reviews to keep me going. So dont expect this to be updated every week.

Thanks for reading this little Authors Message, and I hope you enjoy. Please leave a review :)

- Kyle Hexer -

The midnight air was cold, freezing on the dragon's black scales. The rough sea roared below it, with waves crashing over and over, sea spray splashing over the creature's wings. A new crescent moon shone down from overhead, illuminating the figure and outlining its huge form against the darkened sea.

Lights could be seen far off into the distance, a village no doubt. And where there was a village, there had to be land, with a forest close by. This suited the beast well. It could hide and hunt as it pleased before moving on.

Heading towards the blinking lights, flapping creatures could be seen. The black beasts eyes could see them well in the gloom even from this distance. Dragons. Not that they would pose any problem to the beast.

The closer the black best flew towards the island, the more it could hear something. A vibration, an echo. A call. Irritated, it shook its large horned head. But the call wouldn't cease. In fact, it continued to grow in intensity. The beast kept shaking its head more violently as it approached the island, determined to shake out the intruding echo.

Hunt for me…

The large beast shook its head and growled to rid the sound, but the words kept reforming inside its mind. Those other dragons were much closer now. And so was the village.

Kill for me…

As one, the flock descended towards the village, and as soon as they were in range, they lit it ablaze. Fires spread fast, and the village inhabitants emerged from their homes with screamed battlecries. Chaos ensued.

The scaled beasts descended on the village, tearing homes apart and stealing food. The burly humans defended their homes valiantly.

KILL THEM!

The great black beast gripped its head in pain. That voice, it was invading its mind. Like a flaming sword being pushed inside its skull, burning away its defences. The beast screamed and fought against the intrusion with everything it had.

Conscious thought faded away, and only its' most natural instincts remained. Kill to survive, hunt to eat, defend with tooth, claw and fire.

That monstrous thought invading the beasts mind was formidable, and it kept forcing itself into the black beasts mind without relenting.

Kill for me… Kill. Hunt… kill them all.

With a lurch, the giant, black beast descended towards the village. Who did it want to kill? Who was the voice making it kill? It didn't matter. It was out for blood. Whatever blood that got in its way.

From the mouth of the great beast, streams of crimson flame incinerated everything in front of it. Houses burned, metal melted, and humans perished. The screams of 'Night Fury' echoed throughout the night. But no, it thought. That's not what I am.

'I am a Black Moon dragon. And I will bring death.'

"Night Fury! Get down!" someone screamed. Hiccup ducked under the closest thing, and watched from underneath a large table, as blood red fire burned a nearby house to ash.

That was no Night Fury.

"Somebody get some water!" yelled a nearby Viking. Teens ruched towards the devastation with large pails of water, not that it would do much good. The house was already a pile of ashes.

This had to be by far one of the worst ever raids. Dragons were flying around everywhere, fighting, stealing, and killing. But that one fire blast, that had to make it the worst. None of the regular dragons could shoot fire like that, meaning there was a new species to deal with. And that made this raid exceptionally bad.

It wasn't a Night Fury, but from the small meagre glimpses people kept seeing of it, it was a black dragon hiding perfectly camouflaged against the night sky. A Night Fury didn't shoot fire like that.

Hiccup crawled out from under the table, dodging people and dragons raining fire down upon them. He rushed towards the forge while his heart beat so fast inside his chest, he was sure that his asthma would kill him before any dragon did.

More houses went up in flames because of the new black beast, and a few dragons too. Hiccup watched from the window of the forge as this massive beast cannoned right into a Deadly Nadder, and tore its throat out with its claws. The dragon fell dead on the cobblestone road.

Hiccup didn't even get a good look at the demonic beast, but he was absolutely sure, it was pure black.

Before it came back again, he retreated back into the safety of the forge. The stone foundations and walls of the building should repel and last longer against dragon fire. He hoped.

In other parts of the village, dragons dropped out of the sky. Not by the weapons and hands of the Vikings, but by the claws and teeth of the new dragon. At least three Deadly Nadders, six Gronkles and a pair of Hideous Zipplebacks had fallen prey to it. Their savagely dismembered bodies littered the ground with blood spilling everywhere. But Vikings weren't spared from it either. At least seventeen had been killed so far, from that one dragon alone.

It had to be stopped. For the sake of both sides.

A monstrous Nightmare rounded on it as it flew down towards the village again. It met the beast head on in a flurry of claws, teeth and fire, and the Vikings below watched on. The great black beast crashed into it, clamped its teeth around the Nightmares' neck, sunk its claws into the membrane of its wings, and tore it apart.

The wings were shredded instantly, and became utterly useless, and the head was bitten off at the neck. Blood splattered everywhere. The Nightmare fell to the ground, its head, detached from the body, landed some distance away, at the feet of Stoick the Vast.

He watched as the raiding dragons roared in anger and fury, and left all the livestock in favour of attacking the great black beast. They had all but given up the raid to kill that one dragon, and the Village was no longer being attacked. Seeing his chance, Stoick yelled to his men.

"Kill the black demon! Bring it down. Cut off its head!" he screamed. His men rushed forward, using the dragons as a distraction, while they threw spears, bolas, axes, and everything they had at the bulking black form.

The black beast turned and fled as their numbers threatened to overwhelm it. The other dragons flew in pursuit, but they quickly lost it in the dark sky. Its black scales, and silver speckled wings camouflaged it so well that they couldn't even see it moving.

The Vikings just hoped it was gone for good.

Angered, the great black beast flew in a wide arch around the island. It would not retreat. Not yet. Not until it had dealt at least one last blow to the Vikings. And it knew, that all the warriors were on one side of the village. The other side was completely defenceless. And that was exactly where it was going to attack from.

It could blast apart at least half of the village and kill half its warriors, before they even realised where it came from. Then it would disappear.

So now, it smirked to itself, and prepared to bank around to attack the village from the rear. It flew, turned, readied a fire blast, and then… Smash. Slap. Whizz. Crack!

Pain erupted from the creatures side and wing. It screamed in agony as it felt something pierce its scales and imbed itself into the side of its chest and tear through its wing. Ribs broke, its wing tore and it was falling. Falling. Before the creature lost consciousness, it saw, coming out of its chest and wing, only just missing its heart and lung, a giant ballista bolt.

With an almighty scream, the beast crashed onto land, and blacked out.