Young Dracula Season 4: Outtakes


Right, final outtake. Warning: Season 5 spoilers.

I don't own Young Dracula.


Departure – based after episode 13 of season 4 and before episode 1 of season 5


Vlad knew this wasn't something he could recover from easily. He had lost his girlfriend forever, he had been betrayed by his brother and had almost died three times. His father had also rejected him as a son, and Vlad himself had killed lots of vampires.

The weight of the guilt was indescribable. Vlad almost felt like he was going to collapse from the pain of it. Although, he reasoned, it might be a result of the attack Elizabeta did on him.

"So much for being the Chosen One," he muttered to himself as he opened the grey door to his room. "If I cannot stand a simple shapeshifter, then what chance do I have against the High Council?"

Stumbling, he shut his door and collapsed into his coffin. Vlad closed his eyes trying to clear his head and relax.


Ingrid, unlike Vlad, didn't feel guilty but felt high and mighty. She had successfully taken down a shapeshifter. It made her confident, and reassured her that her plan to take over the High Council was not as stupid as she thought. If she could beat a shapeshifter then she could definitely take over the High Council.

Nevertheless, she still had to deal with her brother. She knew well that she cared for him, but if he stood in her way of obtaining power then he's suffer the consequences.

The thing was though, Ingrid knew her brother was suffering not just physically from Elizabeta's attack, but mentally from everything he had been put though. He was weaker now than ever before, Malik had chosen the perfect time to turn against them. Technically Ingrid could turn on him, but after what had happened Ingrid couldn't bring herself to do it. Vlad had suffered enough for now.

Slowly she opened the door to her Dad's room. Ingrid spotted her father sat on his sofa with the family painting on his lap. That painting had originally been in Vlad's room, the Count had obviously taken it out of nostalgia.

This reminded of back in Stokely when the Count would sit on his throne silent and look at the painting, thinking.

"Dad?"

The Count jumped and put down the painting. "Ingrid," he faked a sigh. "Don't come in like that. You almost made my heart start beating."

Ingrid smirked and sat next to her father. "What are we going to do now?"

"We," the Count raised his eyebrows at her and answered carefully. "I don't know."

The Count paused looking to the picture again. "I'm worried about Vladdy."

"And not about me?"

"I don't need to be, you can handle yourself well." He frowned. "Vlad is suffering."

Ingrid nodded. "I know, he has been for years. It's been building for a long time. He's only snapped now."

"He hates me, just as I feared he would." Her father shook his head. "It wouldn't surprise me if he ashes me the moment he turns eighteen."

"Then you don't know him," Ingrid informed him. "Vlad loves you, he loves me. He sacrificed everything for us four years ago. I haven't forgotten that, and neither should you. He realised he was the Chosen One not because of that crown but because he loves us and would do anything for us. It makes him strong but it also makes him weak."

"Just carry on the way you are Dad. I am not going to change for him. He loves us for who we are. We shouldn't have to change, and won't. Vlad's eighteen soon and when that happens I don't doubt he won't stop loving us. There will be some benefit. We just have to make it through the next two and a half months till Vlad's birthday without angering him too much." Ingrid sounded very wise, when she said this. The Count knew better though, she was saying this for her own sake. She was saying she was going to stay on Vlad's side so she could gain greater power.


Though everyone slept well from being so worn down, all of them suffered nightmares. Even Wolfie who had been safe the whole time looked frightened as a result of his nightmare.

Vlad had slept, but had also managed to come up with a decision. He was leaving, the last time it helped him rebalance himself. This time he felt it would help again. Then he could atone for everything he did before he turned eighteen.

It was around breakfast he brought it up.

"Dad," Vlad interrupted the Count reading the Vampire Times.

The Count looked up to his son remembering what Ingrid had said about not changing.

"Yes,"

"I'm going to leave Garside," he informed him.

"What?" The Count fumed.

"Well, that is unexpected." Ingrid crossed her arms. She was sat across from Vlad, watching him carefully. "What is the point in leaving? All you'll do is make yourself vulnerable to attack."

"Not if no one but you know I am gone," he pointed out.

"I won't allow it," their father said stubbornly.

"Why not? It won't affect anyone," He persisted.

"You're my son and heir,"

"Really," Vlad crossed his arms and scowled. "I thought Malik was."

Ingrid twitched knowing this was not going to go well. She also knew Vlad was going to win this, and he was going leave.

"Vlad," Ingrid said and her brother looked at her, suspiscious. "Why would you want to leave? You're safe here."

"I need to control myself again, I've made too many mistakes. Last time I left I came back much better. I need to go again, get things straight in my head. Only then will I be ready." He told them.

"No," the Count said again. "I won't allow it."

Ingrid frowned at him. "Why can't you?"

"It's too dangerous for him."

"But you'd let me go," Ingrid pointed out.

"Because it's your choice,"

"Yes, it's Vlad's choice, he's over sixteen he's a big boy. He can handle himself."

"Thank you Ingrid," Vlad smiled briefly at her.

"No, it's too risky," the Count countered. "He's not eighteen yet."

Ingrid rolled her eyes. "He'll be fine."

"Please Dad," Vlad said looking at him sternly.

The Count faked a sigh. "I want you back here before you are eighteen." He said stubbornly.

Vlad rolled his eyes. "I will be,"

The Count filled out, fuming and concerned.

Vlad was packed and ready to go. He was taking his secret notebook with his as well as another notebook for him to write where he was going to go.

He slung his backpack over his shoulder walking into the school's main entrance.

"I guess this is it," Vlad faked a sigh.

Wolfie toddled over and opened his arms.

Vlad knelt down and hugged his younger brother. "Take care," Wolfie told him.

Vlad smiled. "You too."

"And tell me all about your journey when you get back." Wolfie added.

"I will," he promised and got to his feet.

Ingrid walked over. "Watch out for slayers," she warned him.

Vlad nodded sternly. "Keep an eye on the council for me."

"Oh I'll take care of them," she grinned and Vlad rolled his eyes.

Vlad covered the small distance between them and wrapped his arms around her. It took a minute, but she hugged him back. "Take care of Dad," he muttered to her. "He loves you."

"I know," she whispered back. "He told me."

Vlad pulled away grinning. "I told you so," she rolled her eyes.

Vlad turned to his father but Renfield got in the way and grabbed him into a hug.

Vlad blinked, startled but hugged back.

"Take care of yourself." Renfield told him.

"I will, and take care of my family." Vlad told him as they separated.

"Of course," Renfield nodded and the Count pushed him aside.

"Vladdy,"

"Don't," Vlad shook his head. "There is no point. What is done is done. I just need time to…"

The Count nodded understandingly and pulled him into a hug. Vlad hugged back but had to shift awkwardly to get the Count's hair out of his face.

Vlad smiled and pulled away.

"See you in two months," he flitted out.

Ingrid faked a sigh. "Well, that is that." She flitted off to her room.

Renfield took Wolfie's hand and they walked away.

The Count shook his head. "That boy is too much like me and his mother. Stubborn and a free spirit."

The Count flitted off preying Vlad really could take care of himself.


This is a nice long one. I'm glad that it is.

I won't be publishing season 5 till it is finished but I will be starting it today.

Thank you for reading and please review!

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