Young Dracula Season 3: Outtakes
Me: Okay... time for another outtake about Bad Vlad again!
Bad Vlad: Why do you all refer to me as 'Bad Vlad' it's very irritating!? *scowls*
Me: Because you're the 'bad' version of Vlad. *rolls eyes* You're not the Vlad we've known since series one.
Vlad: *irritated* State the obvious why don't you!
Me: Hey! You asked the question, and put your fangs away! I'm not in the mood for a breather-vampire fight.
Vlad: You're too bossy for your own good breather.
Me: *coughing* Says the Chosen One.
Vlad: Shut up.
Me: *sniggering* Just do the disclaimer; please.
Vlad: Fine, she doesn't own me or Young Dracula.
Me: Thank you and don't call me 'she'! I have a name!
Who are you? – based between episodes 7 ad 8 of season 3
Vlad darkly laughed showing how evil he had become to the others, after he had let it clear he turned around to still see Ramanga kneeling on the floor.
"Are you still here?" Vlad demanded. Ramanga looked up seeing the look of loathing on Vlad's face and sped out of the room before he could be turned to dust.
Vlad looked up from beneath his eyelashes, a dark smirk on his lips.
"Playtime," he murmured to himself and sped out of the room looking for something exciting and evil to do.
Vlad sped straight to the throne room hungrily eying the Dracula throne, with exaggerated slowness he walked to the throne and stood on the platform holding the throne. Still slowly, he ran a hand across the armrest, thinking how the throne would be his soon if he had his way; and he would have his way, no one could stop him.
"Vladdy," Vlad heard his father behind him and lightning fast removed his hand from the throne and sped to face his father.
"What?" he demanded.
The Count raised his eyes at his son's attitude, Vlad had always had a bad temper since he had become a vampire but this Vlad was not the Vladdy he knew.
"What's got your fangs in a knot?" The Count asked amused. "I've never seen you like this before."
Vlad shrugged running a hand across the table uncaringly. "Take a guess, father."
The Count looked at his son carefully, he could see every change, not just in attitude, but how he had changed his hair to the opposite side, how he seemed to be dressed to be more the perfect handsome than the messy handsome his son usually went for.
"You're not my Vladdy," the Count realised.
Vlad leaned away from his father now at the other end of the long table. "I'm offended, if anything I'm more your Vlad than he ever was."
The Count blinked. "Meaning?"
Vlad grinned showing his fangs. "I'm evil. I'm the son you want and you know it. I'll prove I am who I say I am, you just watch me."
With that Vlad sped out of the room leaving a dark airy laugh behind him.
The Count slowly shrugged and sped onto his throne, he decided to leave his Vladdy to it, and cause destruction without him, for now.
Vlad's next target happened to be his other side's girlfriend.
"Erin," Vlad plastered a fake smile on his face as he entered Erin's room to see her curled up in her coffin looking like she was going to cry.
"What do you want?" Erin mumbled.
"No, it's what you want I'm worried about," Vlad leaned in putting a hand on her face and brushing her blonde hair aside, he could feel the heat in her cheeks, it made him hungry.
"You're not Vlad," Erin said looking at Vlad carefully.
"Yes, I am, you know I am." Vlad contradicted trying to keep her on side; after all he may just change her if she was lucky. He just was going to leave the biting until the school children got here.
Erin shook her head. "I don't believe you," Erin pulled away.
Vlad sighed impatiently. "Fine," he briefly kissed her on the lips which she responded softly and then Vlad pulled away resisting the urge to bite her – there was no doubt in his mind that he wouldn't bite her eventually. "Goodnight kiss," Vlad teased flirtatiously, winked and sped out leaving Erin so tired she fell asleep without nightmares.
Vlad arrogantly stormed through the corridor to the training room.
"Bertrand," Vlad addressed Bertrand calmly who was sat in the corner reading up on shapeshifting.
Vlad looked at the Praedictum Impaver with loathing. "Stupid book."
Bertrand sped over to him hearing his complaint. "Vlad?"
"So much for my destiny, looks like I'm going to have to improvise..." Vlad snarled, half to himself.
Bertrand raised his eyebrows. "You're Vlad's reflection." Vlad looked up to him with a dark smirk and clapped mockingly.
"Finally," Vlad breathed, his voice thick with sarcasm. "Someone has figured it out." Then Vlad turned serious. "You better be as loyal to me as you were to him."
Bertrand looked at Vlad carefully. "Of course, you're the Chosen One as well, how could I not be loyal to you?"
Vlad smirked. "Good, then do me a favour..."
"Yes?"
"Keep an eye on my family for me, I have a feeling they aren't going to like me much, and it may get a little... messy." Vlad knew Bertrand understood what he meant by messy; it meant a mess of ash piles of vampire remains.
Bertrand nodded. "I understand. I will keep an eye on them. May I ask what you will be doing?"
"Just causing chaos, and biting as many people as I can get my fangs on." Vlad stated casually and Bertrand raised his eyebrows slightly amused.
"Alright," Bertrand stated.
Vlad gave him a dark smile. "You won't regret this Bertrand." Vlad told him and sped out of the room.
Now only one more person to threaten, Vlad thought darkly and winced when his other side mentally poked him. Even though the good version of Vlad had 'given up' that side of him was trying to stop his evil reflection from going too far.
Ingrid was outside Vlad's room glowering at him.
"Where the bats have you been?" she demanded.
"None of your business," Vlad stated darkly and tried to get into his room but Ingrid sped blocking his way.
"You disappeared." Ingrid snarled. "You should have stayed that way."
"Whatever you say, sis," Vlad snorted. "I was busy, dealing with myself."
"Yourself?" Ingrid's eyes widened.
Vlad stepped closer to her, baring his fangs and eyes going bright red. "Hello sister. You want the streets to run red with blood? I'm going to do it in your place."
Ingrid gasped and sped out of his way.
Vlad laughed loudly. "Oh, today is going to be so much fun!"
Me: Yeuch... fun, for you. Not the rest of your family!
Vlad: Hold up, didn't you enjoy watching episode 8?
Me: *blushing* Shut up, before I unleash my newfound dark powers on you!
Vlad: Newfound dark powers? What?
Me: I've been reading up on dark magic so I can prevent being bitten. *sniggers* I may not be as powerful as you but its daytime so... no biting otherwise telekinesis time!
Vlad: Umm. *points out of window* It's raining! How can I be dust out there?
Me: Whatever. *rolls eyes* Happy Christmas Eve everyone, I may update tomorrow as a Christmas treat it depends! Thank you for reading and please review!
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