It forgot about Hiccup. Its red eyes glowed. It stretched open its mighty jaws, bared those dripping fangs, and with a mighty scream it turned and charged at the Sand-Sharks. With screams of alarm, the attacking Sand-Sharks hurriedly retreated, flying up and into the air, firing darts over their shoulders at the Vampire Spydragon as they went. Ten, twenty darts sank into the Vampire Spydragon but still it charged, catching up with and ruthlessly eliminating any Sand-Shark it could reach. It wasn’t until there were thirty darts buried in its skin that the Spydragon finally stopped, shivered a couple of times, and keeled
over in the sand, heavily asleep. The Sand-Sharks disappeared into the sky, shrieking furiously. All that remained on the beach were the sleeping Vampire Spydragon, the still bodies of about seven or eight Sand-Sharks, the buzzing little Hogfly wondering where everyone had gone, and Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, covered with sand and wearing a very silly bit of seaweed on his head for a hat. ‘Oh my goodness,’ said Hiccup. ‘I don’t believe this…