Author's Note

I do not own Young Dracula.

Shoutout and big thank you to Darkmoon for the follow!


Their dad declared war on the Slayer, which came as no surprise.

What came as more of a surprise was when the Slayer broke into the castle and captured them with the help of Renfield's traps.

Robin distracted Van Helsing long enough for Chloe to climb in the caravan window and untie them. When they got back to the castle they found their dad had kidnapped Jonno and had to rescue him before they could get on with their lives.

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To make matters worse with the Van Helsings, their dad's brother Ivan and his two kids, Boris and Olga, came to stay since Boris was turning sixteen and would need the blood mirror. Ivan, now known as Harvey, was vegetarian, Boris was a snivelling wimp, and Olga was a little brat who wanted Ingrid's bedroom for some reason, even though the master bedroom was bigger and empty.

Ivan gave up vegetarianism after losing a bet with the Count, and it was soon time for Boris's sixteenth. The five of them waited outside the mirror chamber as he screamed and cried. Ingrid smiled. "When I have my fangs," she murmured so that Vlad and Olga could hear, "they're all going to pay."

Vampire Boris turned out to be not just evil, but very, very crazy. Incredibly crazy. One of the craziest people Vlad and Ingrid had ever met. Vlad could think of only two ways to take him down: smash the blood mirror, which would mean Ingrid would have difficulty with her transformation, or trick Boris into returning the Count and Ivan's power.

He chose the second one, obviously.

Pureblood vampire transformations were said to be terrible without the family's blood mirror.

By the way newly evil again Ivan was treating Olga, she could be in for a rough time these next few years until her transformation. Vlad gave her Robin and Chloe's phone number to contact them because they knew how that felt.

She never called.

"Ungrateful stubborn spoilt brat," Vlad grumbled.

"She'll learn," Ingrid replied. Chloe huffed.

"She shouldn't have to! You guys do know this isn't normal right?"

Robin laughed. "Chloe, their dad is an ancient evil bloodsucking vampire. Which is super cool by the way, but there is nothing normal about any of it."

"You could call CPS. You should. We should."

"Dad would probably have a party and wave us off."

"Why do you two stay with him?"

"Lack of a better alternative. You've met our mum right?"

Chloe sighed and ran her hand through her hair. "How long until one of you turns sixteen?"

"Six months."

"Then what?"

Vlad and Ingrid exchanged looks. Ingrid grinned, showing off her developing fangs. "Then we see what happens."

Vlad ran his tongue over his teeth. His own mouth had been sore recently (in fact it had been since the sweets thing), but he didn't want to crash Ingrid' thunder by telling her he thought his fangs were coming in several years early.

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Smashing the blood mirror was off Vlad's list of ways to avoid becoming a vampire (not that that was a very long list in the first place), as was resurrecting Renfield's father (he tried that one, it was bad).

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Vlad threw his first fireball at thirteen, when their mum arrived heavily pregnant with a baby that clearly could not be the Count's. He doted on her nonetheless (idiot that he was) until the baby was revealed to be a werewolf the first time moonlight hit it. Then Vlad and Ingrid had to rescue it from being eaten. They knew how it felt to be unloved and unwanted.

Which apparently involved yet more closets.

"Sometimes I wonder why we bother," Vlad said, rocking the baby in his arms. Ingrid's head knocked back against the wall.

"I ask myself the same thing all the time."

"Maybe Chloe's right. Maybe going with mum would be a better alternative."

"You think Patrick's going to allow that? He doesn't even want his own brat, why do you think mum brought it here in the first place?"

Vlad had to admit he hadn't thought of that one.

"She knew she couldn't pass him off as dad's forever. She just didn't want him." She sighed heavily. "It's a pity, but we can't keep him here."

"Give it six months." Vlad stared down at the baby. "He only has to make it six months."

Problem was, he knew all too well how long six months could be.

Robin and Chloe created enough of a diversion (without being bitten or eaten by the Count, surprisingly) for them to get the baby outside and shove it back at their mum.

"Six months," Ingrid muttered as she took off.

It would end up being a lot longer than six months.

Later, safe at Robin and Chloe's, they talked about the fireball thing.

"It's not fair," sulked Ingrid. "I haven't thrown mine yet, and you're only thirteen. What are you, some sort of freak?"

Ingrid threw her first fireball the next day. Vlad couldn't make another one for months. He was only thirteen after all.

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When the strange dreams and falling asleep all over the spot started Vlad did what any sensible preteen vampire boy would do. He went to his big sister. Ingrid seethed and raged that he managed that before her too, but she did get him out of the school and round to the Branaghs before anything else untoward happened, so there was that.

Admittedly, having the vampire powers was cool.

Being told to either slay or bite his friend or sister was not.

Vlad didn't enjoy being heartless and evil, but the temptation to blow another hole in the shutters and watch his dad turn to dust and ash was too great.

Relations with the Slayers became even more strained and weirder when Jonno's mum arrived in town. She wanted to end the Van Helsings' bizarre obsession with vampires, and their dad wanted to bite her.

At least she kept the Slayers out of their way for a while.

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Vlad did not like Will Clarke.

Oh, he was fairly sure there was nothing wrong with the boy.

Under any other circumstances they might have been friends.

But Ingrid had to go and fall in love with him.

And it felt like she was abandoning Vlad to fend for himself, when they'd always faced things together.

The first time he had to walk into the Great Hall on his own because she'd snuck out to stay the night at Will's he was actually trembling.

No, Vlad did not like Will Clarke.

Not one bit.

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Also off the list of ways to avoid becoming a vampire was the staff of Carpathia. That turned out to be a dead end.

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Ingrid's sixteenth birthday came, and with it a traumatic transformation. If one could destroy their reflection when it came for them like that, wondered Vlad, could they escape transforming?

It was worth thinking about.

So was the fact that if they fought hard enough and their will was strong enough they didn't have to be all evil (though of course Imgrid wanted to be, she craved that power).

They also learnt what their mum truly thought of them, as she visited with the intention of marrying Ingrid to Patrick's brother. Ingrid ran off to find her precious boyfriend and Vlad hated him even more.

It turned out that Will Clarke could be even more unbearable. Ingrid turned him. Whether it had been deliberate or not Vlad didn't know, but now the boy was living with them and Vlad had never felt more alone in the world.

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When the Grand High Vampire sentenced their dad to death for fraternising with breather Vlad didn't know what to think. When he was dusted and Vlad started seeing him around corners, he knew exactly what to think.

He was going crazy.

He tried to talk to Ingrid, but she was busy with Will.

Then the crown disintegrated its first victim and suddenly she was all ears.

"You? The Chosen One? Dream on baby brother."

"You think I'm imagining things?"

"Just because I have Will and these now-" she flashed her fangs- "doesn't mean you have to beg for my attention you know. You can talk to me."

Vlad talked to her.

They didn't tell Will Clarke.

He was an imbecile.

Robin stole the crown for him to try and there was an earthquake.

In Stokely.

Which was not known for its earthquakes.

Vlad sat on the steps to the tower and dangled the crown lazily from one hand. Ingrid, Robin and Chloe gathered around him.

"So what are you going to do?" Chloe asked.

"I don't want to be a vampire. Not even a superpowerful one. I just want to be normal."

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Vlad and Ingrid were all for letting the crown ash their dad.

It would solve that problem quite nicely.

Unfortunately the Branaghs had to interfere at the last moment, and then everything went to hell in a handbasket.

He had to accept it. If he didn't, the Slayers would have ashed Ingrid and destroyed everything he cared about. So he wore the crown and the power that ran through him was intoxicating.

When he woke Ingrid was at his side. She had dragged him through to the side room and laid him on the sofa. He felt different somehow, and when he pushed himself up he found he was stronger now, leaner and more muscular.

Their dad was still locked in the UV cage.

"Come on," Ingrid said. "We're leaving."

They had enough time to grab a few meagre belongings before they fled Stokely with one less family member than they arrived with.


Author's Note

The more things change, the more things stay the same. So now begin the bigger changes. Although we'll be seeing (some of) the events from the show, things will be different from now on...