Young Dracula Season 3: Outtakes

Me: Huzzah for late nights! I'm staying up... sort of to do this... so I may, possibly start updating daily, but they won't be massive updates and it may only last until the end of the season because I need to rewatch season 4 before writing the next outtake; so only 10 more to write after this so just over a week, I may try and do two updates a day over the weekend but no guarantees.

Ingrid: Can you be quiet for more than a minute!

Me: Um, no not really unless it's in exams or lessons or I'm on my own...

Ingrid: You talk too much.

Me: I think you've made that clear.

Ingrid: Why have you dragged me here anyway, surely you want Erin here as well.

Me: What so I can slip garlic into her next victim maybe?

Ingrid: Not a bad idea...

Me: *rolling eyes* No one even knows where she is, and anyway after what's she's put you all though, I don't want her here so moving on...

Ingrid: C doesn't own me – thank evilness – and Young Dracula!

Me: thank you!

State Of Mind – based between episodes 8 and 9 of season 3

Ingrid had been rocking back and forth in her coffin all night, her face was tearstained, covered with marks from dried mascara that wasn't waterproof, her lipstick was smudged and fading, her eyes dead unable to shred tears anymore.

Wolfie had tried unsuccessfully to cheer her up, but she seemed out of the world no longer existing.

Ingrid couldn't see the point in living, she had tried and failed to kill her brother, she needed that boost. She needed it so she could rule.

She lost though, because of her own mistake.

She should have known better, she knew Vlad was more powerful than her, but in her overconfidence she forgot she was facing a Dracula, her own brother, a brother that had in his seventeen years had learnt to predict her, especially when she was planning to hurt him.

Now her opportunity for power was gone, the book was empty and Vlad was gone, the family was empty without him, not just because he was the Chosen One, but because he was the glue that held the family together, the one that made people talk, even though they fought, at least they talked.

Usually Ingrid would be delighted at her brother's disappearance, but as Ingrid mentally floated in her mind she knew he was alive, his reflection might win and come back and finish the job.

There was no doubt now, she couldn't win against her brother, which meant she had no one to fight against, no inspiration, nothing to target for, there was just nothing.

Blood meant nothing; it was something that kept her living nothing more.

Everything, it meant nothing. Not to Ingrid anyway.

Erin like Ingrid would have not so long ago have been delighted at the opportunity presented before her.

She could slay the Dracula's, they were torn, fractured. They were weak without Vlad to hold them together.

Erin knew that would make no difference though, and she could see how genuinely heartbroken the Count was, and how depressed Ingrid had became; all this because of one person.

One special person... her boyfriend she reminded herself. Erin had refused to think of him that way before, it all due to the slayer's propaganda, but now he was gone, she knew how she felt, for the most part. She didn't know if it was love quite yet, but she knew it was strong.

She wanted to leave, not for Ryan, or for the Dracula's but for Vlad, to see if she could find him and help him, but every time she tried she heard Vlad's words telling her to stay outside because it was too dangerous and how he promised to protect her. She knew Vlad would never forgive himself if Erin found him, he would put the blame on himself because he would be the danger to her; not the rest of the Dracula family for once.

Erin shook her head slightly looking around Vlad's room a tar falling down her cheek, she was quick to brush it away and leave the room; there were no many memories in the room.

Erin slid down against her down eyes closed; she didn't know what to do. Everyone was torn, broken; only Vlad could fix it. But she felt she had to help them, the Dracula's were the most evil clan of all vampires if they could be prevented from biting then the others would follow suit, there would finally be the peace Erin wanted...

But then there was Ryan, it was obvious to Erin now that the Dracula's didn't know about a cure, her last hope had been with the book, but it had been blank. She stayed for Vlad but he was gone too.

All she could do now was be a kind sister, go back to her brother, tell him that she'd failed and use the information Vlad had told her about the transformation to try and make the transformation for Ryan as painless as possible.

Ingrid peeked in on Erin seeing she was actually doing something, leaving her to her own devices Ingrid decided to take a walk.

The sun was rising and Ingrid sped to the arch and stuck out her arm into the sunlight.

Her hand smoked, burnt, it hurt but Ingrid seemed numb to the pain, a memory flashing back to her...

Even as she span from a result of Vlad's powers it didn't prevent the burning, in a way it made it worse; she was more exposed.

As she fell on her back she felt the smoke leak from her skin, her whole body screamed in agony, she tried to get into the shadow but the sun was too bright, driving her to her death, sucking her in like a black hole, burning away her essence.

How could she possibly fight this?

Ingrid began to sob, the pain still there but at the back of her mind as she sank into the darkness, the dumbness, the isolated part that kept her alive but dead.

Ingrid pulled her hand away before it could become ash, she studied her arm in silent looking at the paleness of her skin, how it no longer had its moon like glow, how it was just there, white still and dead. Kind of like her.

Ingrid shook her head slowly, she'd live for now, but if it went too far then... she might decide to be with Will, the one person who cared about her.

Ingrid smiled sadly turning away from the sunlight to go to sleep in her coffin, she knew that horrific nightmares would follow her tonight.

Me: Not the easiest thing to write and not the longest, I'll tell you!

Ingrid: I was NOT that depressed.

Me: Well it's my interpretation, deal with it. Anyway thank you for reading remember to review and the next update should be same time tomorrow as long as I come up with a good idea for the outtake.

C

xx