Young Dracula Season 5: Outtakes
Here we are at the final season. At least I think it is the final season, there has been no confirmation of another season so that probably means there will be no season 6. Especially after that ending the series 5.
I want to warn you all, don't read this until you've seen the whole series because I probably will massively spoil you without meaning to.
Nevertheless, I am glad I am on this season because I dare to say it's the best season they have ever made.
I don't own Young Dracula.
Parting – based before episode 1 of season 5 and after episode 13 of season 4
Ingrid was filing her nails her legs propped up on the table when she heard the phone ring.
"Is someone going to get that?" She yelled. "Renfield answer the phone!"
Ingrid heard no one and groaned. She got to her feet and grabbed the phone.
"What?" She said demandingly.
"Jeez Ingrid, temper." She heard the voice of her younger brother on the other end.
"Vlad," she said in surprise. "How did you...?"
"There is a phone here at this retreat," Vlad informed her answering her unspoken question.
"You're at a retreat?" Ingrid laughed. "Typical."
"Ingrid, will you shut up a second," Vlad didn't sound angry, but amused. "I'm coming home next week."
Ingrid stiffened. "Really?"
"What did you think I was lying to Dad when I said I'd come back after two months?" Ingrid could almost visualise the teasing smile that would be on Vlad's face if they were face to face.
"Well," she paused. "I thought you were staying away."
"I will be only be back briefly," Vlad told her. "Just don't tell Dad that."
Ingrid grinned at the thought of her father's reaction to Vlad staying only temporarily. "I won't. Will you back for your birthday?"
"Yes, I have to. Dad will kill me if I don't. He'll have planned some massive party." Vlad sounded disgruntled.
Ingrid laughed. "Yes, he probably has."
"Ingrid, what that bats are were you yelling for?" The Count had entered the room, slamming the door behind him. "And who are you talking to?"
"It's Vlad," she said intentionally to make Vlad regret interrupting her.
"Uh oh, don't tell me Dad has come in the room," Ingrid heard him say before the Count snatched the phone off her.
He put the phone to his ear. "Vladdy," the Count had a huge smile on his face. Ingrid hadn't seen him this happy in a long time. "When are you coming home?"
The Count was on the phone for hours, so long he retreated to his room to carry on talking. At least to Ingrid it seemed like hours, it probably wasn't there was no way Vlad could handle talking to the Count that long without hanging up.
Then doorbell began to ring, over and over.
Ingrid frowned, sat was sat in her coffin reading the news about Bouderon being deposed. The last thing she needed was someone interrupting her reading, and her plans for world domination.
"WILL SOMEONE GET THAT?" Ingrid yelled. "I answered the phone, I am NOT answering the door."
Thankfully, Renfield must have opened the door because the doorbell was no longer ringing.
Ingrid went back to the paper smiling to herself.
Renfield burst in looking frustrated and a little scared. "Mistress Magda is here."
Ingrid dropped the paper. "Bats," she cursed. "Just what we need."
Ingrid climbed out of her coffin. "Renfield, just get back to whatever you were doing."
Ingrid flitted to the throne room to see her mother eying the Dracula throne hungrily.
"Mum," she greeted her coldly and her mother turned around. She was all in black, which wasn't like her. Usually she wore red. The dress looked like it was made of black cobwebs layer upon layer, but Ingrid knew better, her mother was just wearing lace.
"If you're here to allure Dad then don't bother," Ingrid said harshly. "And don't bother manipulating Vlad either."
"It's good to see you too Ingrid," Madga raised her dark eyebrows at her daughter. "Where are your father and brother?"
"On the phone," Ingrid said calmly.
"Both of them?" She seemed surprised, the Count never used technology without good reason.
"Vlad isn't here and he won't be back until next week," Ingrid said stiffly, knowing that her mother was probably after Vlad. Who wasn't though, Vlad was the Chosen one and in a few weeks he would be the most powerful vampire ever. Everyone – every vampire that is – would want to have the chance to meet him and possibly manipulate him. "Dad is talking to him right now."
Magda's eyes narrowed. "Still his favourite?"
"Of course," Ingrid shrugged. "But I don't care. Dad loves me."
"He doesn't," Magda shook her head.
Ingrid rolled her eyes. "He told me so Mum. So don't bother trying to trick me. You only want me on your side because I'm a member of the High Council now. It's like Vlad, you only want him on your side because he's the Chosen One."
Madga shrugged not admitting it and started walking around the room. "This place seems to have lost its touch."
"We were attacked," Ingrid admitted and Magda looked at her, amused. "By a shapeshifter."
Her mother nodded understandingly. Any other vampire would not have been able to cause so much damage, but a shapeshifter was more than capable of doing this much damage.
"I'm assuming the shapeshifter is dust," Magda as usual was only concerned for her own safety.
Ingrid refused to tell her the truth. The last thing the family needed was the fact Vlad could zone to get out. If people learned Vlad could zone, then even more vampires would stick them on their kill lists.
"She won't be coming back, that is certain," Ingrid told her, and heard her father put the phone down. "I think maybe… you should talk to Dad. DAD!"
The Count suddenly appeared. "Flaming torches. Ingrid, you will destroy my bat hearing one day!"
Ingrid rolled her eyes at her father's exaggeration and nodded at her mother.
The Count recoiled at the sight of her. "Magda," he said surprised. "What an unpleasant surprise."
Magda smiled. "Hello, bon bons."
Ingrid cringed and made a disgusted noise under her breath. Her mother's attitude to her father disgusted her.
"Don't call me that," the Count snapped. "What do you want?"
"I cannot come by to say 'hello'?" she asked
"No," Ingrid and the Count both said at the same time.
"You're up to something," Ingrid said knowingly and her father nodded in agreement.
"And you look like you have just crawled out of a ghost's home," the Count added for good measure and his ex- scowled at him.
Magda straightened up. "I'm here for my son."
"Which one, the one you abandoned or the other one you abandoned with me?" Ingrid asked crossing her arms in the same way Vlad would. Ingrid didn't notice this, she did it out of habit, but the Count did. Recently, the Count had begun to notice the similarities between Ingrid and Vlad. He had never noticed before because he hadn't focussed on his daughter before
The Count didn't need Magda to say who she was here for. Magda looked at the Count scowling as if to say 'you still haven't told them, have you?'
"She's after Wolfie," the Count informed her daughter. Ingrid's eyes widened.
"You cannot take him, he's my brother." She said protectively.
"I'm his mother," Magda scowled at her. "You cannot stop me taking him back."
"Why not? He is happier here than he ever was with you." The Count spat.
"It's illegal," she pointed out.
Ingrid cringed. It was typical of her mother to bring the law into this. She always managed to twists even the law to go her way. "She's right. The High Council decreed five hundred years ago that the parents only get to choose where their children go until they're sixteen. If they the children are away from the parents then the parents have the right to take them back any time."
The Count frowned. "Wolfie isn't full vampire. He doesn't count."
Ingrid looked at her father and shook her head. "Dad, there isn't a point fighting it. Even if I made a concession against it, I would lose. It's such an old law that they will never get it go."
"Old fashioned bureaubats," he muttered angrily.
Ingrid rolled her eyes. She could imagine what Vlad would say if he were here right now. He'd say 'Says you Dad. You're as old fashioned as they are!' Ingrid also knew if Vlad were here he wouldn't fight this. He'd tell them that when he turned eighteen he'd double check the law and make sure that children had a choice who they lived with.
"Let it go Dad," Ingrid told her father. "We don't have a choice."
Ingrid looked at him and the Count could see she wanted to fight too. But, he could see from her face that they would probably get Wolfie back at some point. Ingrid believed that, and if she did then the Count guessed he could too.
"Fine," he snapped. "We better go and find him."
Wolfie already knew his mother was here for him. He saw her when Renfield opened the door. When he saw her he panicked and ran.
After crawling under Ingrid's coffin and crying for a while he realised he had to leave. Which meant he had to say goodbye.
He crawled out from under the coffin grabbing his chew toy and big bear. Wolfie would leave them behind, to show part of him would always be here and that he'd come back to the family he loved.
Wolfie walked through the corridors he had once found terrifying. But now they were more comforting, they were the walls of home.
He toddled down the stairs, careful not to fall down them and went to the kitchen.
"Renfield," Wolfie walked up to the person he considered a best friend.
Renfield looked down. "Yes?"
He saw the look on his face, and knew he couldn't say goodbye to straight to his face. "Can we play hide and seek?" Wolfie smiled slightly hiding to hide the face his eyes were welling up with tears.
"Of course!" Renfield had a delighted smile on his face.
"Okay, count to two million. Then come and find me!" Wolfie ran off not willing to let him see him cry.
It would be around 23 days before Renfield found out the truth…
Of course Renfield knew that he was meant to count for 23 days so intentionally made sure he skipped a couple of hundred seconds every now and again. That way he wouldn't be counting in his sleep.
Wolfie ran straight into Ingrid, still crying.
"Mum's here for you," Ingrid told him.
"I know," Wolfie said and frowned. Then he held out his toys. "These are for Renfield."
Ingrid took each one between her fingers, slightly disgusted by the appearance of the toys but knowing she would give them to Rnfield for Wolfie.
Then her younger brother wrapped his arms around her hips and hugged her.
"I love you," he told her. Ingrid didn't respond, she didn't want to wound her pride, but she didn't need to because Wolfie already knew what the silence meant.
Ingrid crouched down. "Goodbye Wolfie," she said in a soft voice. "I'm sure we'll see each other again."
Wolfie nodded and walked off.
Ingrid faked a sigh and went to her room to put away the toys she would give Renfield.
Wolfie opened the door and peered in to see the Count stood glaring at his mother furiously.
He walked in trying to be confident.
The Count watched as he approached and held out his arms to be hugged.
The Count hugged him carefully, and reminded of Vlad when he was younger. Vlad used to do a similar thing… if the Count didn't know better he would say that Wolfie was his son.
Wolfie pulled away. He was no longer crying but there was still traces of it on his face. "I wish I could say goodbye to Vlad." He said sadly. "Tell him."
The Count nodded. "I will and I'm sure we'll see you again."
Magda scowled. "Come along Wolfie."
Wolfie walked over to his mother and the Count got to his feet.
"You're not going to say goodbye to Ingrid?" The Count asked Magda.
"I have no need to," she paused. "I think we have said it in our own way."
She flitted out taking her half werewolf son with her.
The Count shook his head. Another boy out of his life, Vlad had left and now Wolfie. The Count remembered his conversation with Vlad on the phone. He would be back soon, and he'd be safe. Then everything would be back to normal.
I think the length of this chapter is a good omen. Hopefully, all my outtakes will be this long.
I had a lot to address in this outtake, but you cannot expect anything less given two months pass between season 4 and 5. I do have more outtakes for this point but I won't write them till these are over.
Please don't expect daily outtakes at the moment, I thought I might come up with a ton but after watching the finale I kind of have been stumped because I'm sad it's over. If write a lot then I will switch to daily ones, but until then expect them to be irratic.
Thank you for reading and please review!
C
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P.S. I had a request for Malik/Ingrid moments, all I'll say is that I do have one in mind for a certain point but it's not going too far as to interfere with what happens in the series. I like to make the outtakes seem like they actually happened during the series.