Young Dracula Season 3: Outtakes

Hello all, I am in the process of adding addition/ rewriting outtakes at the moment, so you may notice that this is slightly different to how it was before.

At the time I originally wrote this outtake – must have been a year ago now, ouch that makes me feel old! – I was thinking about my regular day to day life so I wanted to try and show what Vlad's normal life was like so we have an idea what happened in the four year gap between seasons 2 and 3.

I don't own Young Dracula.

A "Normal" Day – based before episode 1 of season 3 but after season 2 and after the last outtake

Vladimir Dracula bashed his head on his coffin... again.

"Uh!" Vlad complained. "Not again!"

He snapped his fingers, the lid made a metallic clicking noise as it opened and sat up shaking his head. "Stupid lids!" Vlad then laughed at his own stupidity. "Third time this week."

He chuckled to himself while climbing out of his coffin and looked at his picture of his family and himself, his smile sliding off his face... Ingrid...

Vlad shook his head abruptly, he thought of his sister every day, but he hadn't see her in four years and he wasn't going to try looking for her now, vampire or not. He faked a long sigh, longing for the old days back at Stokely and began to get dressed for school.

He sorted out his hair trying to keep his parting on the right hand side, for some reason since the change it had been trying to go to the left; it really bugged Vlad especially seeing as he had no reflection so it couldn't tell how bad his hair was.

Getting into a school uniform reminded Vlad of the old days when he would get dressed for school. In fact the uniform was almost the same other than he didn't have to wear a blazer or jumper, to Vlad's relief because often were hot and uncomfortable, and it was a different colour. It only took a few minutes to get changed. Vlad had learnt over the years it was possible to tie a tie once and then you pulled the back of it and it became loose enough to take it off, then later you put it back on and then pulled on the under part of the tie to tighten it (AN: This is actually a trick of mine from back in my school days.)

After the normal - about half an hour - routine of fussing over his own appearance, and deciding that he might as well give up there was no hope of getting himself perfect if he couldn't see himself in the mirror, he went off through the damp, dark and dismal corridors to the throne room.

Vlad couldn't help but see the resemblance to the throne room at Stokely Castle and even to the castle back in Transylvania, nothing ever changed no matter where the Dracula's lived, only the positions of the rooms. Vlad's room was the only room that ever changed, and that was due to his changes in likes and dislikes over the past seventeen years.

Vlad entered to see the Count on his usual position on the throne reading a newspaper.

"Morning Dad," Vlad said calming sitting at the opposite end of the table and dumping his messenger school bag on the floor.

The Count looked up from his newspaper. "Morning, your highness. How is my favourite child doing today?"

Vlad gave another fake sigh. "Dad, will you stop that! And I'm fine, just got a knock to the head from my coffin."

"Again?" The Count asked full of disbelief. "You've had that coffin for over a year now and you are still bumping your head on it?"

Vlad rolled his eyes at his father. "Dad, honestly, you do the same... I know you do."

The Count ignored Vlad knowing he was right, and right on cue Renfield come in carting in a trolley full of food making Vlad's stomach rumble.

"Morning sirs... What can I get you for breakfast?" he asked calmly, Vlad suppressed a laugh remembering what the old Renfield was like... at least this was one positive about his new life.

"Bacon," Vlad said eagerly earning him a thoroughly dark look from the Count. "Bacon and eggs, and can I have some toast too please?"

"Of course," Renfield said handing a plate full of what Vlad requested.

"Thanks," Vlad said cheerfully earning him another dark look.

"What would you like Mr Count?" Renfield asked politely.

"B negative," the Count muttered and Vlad glowered at his father after swallowing a mouthful of bacon and egg.

"Dad," Vlad warned.

"Excuse me, sir? I don't understand." Renfield said making the Count give a long impatient sigh not unlike his son's one.

At that moment his eyes briefly flashed red and fangs dropped making Renfield drop to the floor... he had fainted, just like he had every morning for the past four years...

Vlad got up only having half finished his breakfast. "Do you have to do that every day? It was only funny for the first few days, now after four years it isn't anymore."

"It's entertaining." The Count said, but he did not look amused.

Vlad shook his head, not at all impressed. "No it isn't... what if he remembers?"

Vlad then realised what he had said, luckily the Count didn't realise that Vlad meant that he didn't want the old Renfield back.

"Then that'll be a good thing, this has been happening for four years Vladdy. Don't you think it's about time he had his memory back?"

Vlad knew what his father meant by that, after spending four years in almost constant company with his father he easily heard the Count's double meanings and saw through his manipulations. "Dad, I can't reverse the mind wipe. How many times do I have to tell you?"

The Count looked at Vlad and saw him with a face showing honesty. Of course Vlad wasn't being honest, he'd just learnt how to make it look like he was being honest another result of the years they had been stuck together without anyone else but each other and Zoltan.

"Well, he has to remember eventually," The Count muttered not giving up making Vlad roll his eyes. His father relied on the Renfield far too much, and being without the old Renfield had made the Count realise how much he had depended on Renfield.

Vlad, who was now desperate to get to school and into the breather world, quickly said goodbye to his father, grabbed his bag and returned to the breather world ready for another 'normal' day, well another normal day for him, as he knew it was always bound to go wrong in some way.

It was what you got when you were the Chosen One, life was even more unfair than usual.

I have extended this one because at the time I considered it 'long' but really it is short. Long outtakes now are about two thousand words long, so I have done my best to try and make it that long without making it boring.

I have to say that it's easier now to write and I have no idea why I had the whole dialogue thing, it seems daft now!

Anyway, thank you for reading and please review!

C

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