Young Dracula Season 3: Outtakes.
Me: Three nights in a row and I'm hoping to get another one done tonight!
Ingrid: Oh does that mean my dear brother will be here?
Me: It most certainly does! Yay, Vlad'll be back!
Ingrid: you show far too much enthusiasm about my brother. *frowns*
Me: Blah, blah, blah. I have lots of work to do over the weekend though I may update Premature... not sure yet... so I can only write at night because during the day I have coursework etc to do.
Ingrid: Isn't that your fault? You chose the subject.
Me: It ain't the subject Ingrid, it's just the fact I promised my teacher another draft *winces* when others haven't even done a first. I just want it out of the way so I can revise.
Ingrid: I don't know why you even bother.
Me: To get into a university, bat brain.
Ingrid: *dangerously* You did not just call me bat brain?!
Me: Can you just do the disclaimer? Preferably before you try to bite me.
Ingrid: *rolling eyes* Fine, C doesn't own me or Young Dracula.
Me: Thank you! Now, I think I'll get out of here. *speeds out*
Pretences – based during episode 9 of season 3
Ingrid didn't like breathers, that Ingrid in her six years of pretending to be one of them, she had made that completely plain. Only Will had been the exception to that rule.
Just because there had been one exception and Ingrid was now in a depressed state it didn't mean that she had a change of heart and began to like breathers and it most certainly didn't mean she liked haven't to talk to someone about herself.
Ingrid intentionally kept herself isolated; not letting anyone past her boundaries, only Will and Vlad had managed to see through her pretences.
"Talking" with Joan was like have her brain probed, she felt violated mentally, no one could understand her, no matter what they had been through, and especially not a breather!
Ingrid kept her head down only reluctantly answering the probing questions that made her question herself.
It was horrible, yet insightful, still Ingrid didn't like it.
The breather in front of her was a total stranger, one that Ingrid would usually drain in a second but she'd gone soft, she couldn't do any of it anymore.
This "therapy" wasn't helping her at all; it just sent her deeper into the darkness, a darkness which she would never emerge.
After an hour Ingrid didn't know if she wanted to rip a breather's head off, or just run away.
It was just getting worse, and yet the old Ingrid was coming back, stronger than ever.
Just like with her reflection, she couldn't stay this way she knew that, she began to ignore the breather's words, her mind full of schemes and plans.
Plans to kill her father...
Vlad was gone, she could get the throne. She had to act fast, or all would be lost in a very short time.
Ingrid let a smile spread across her face as she knew the darkness made her stronger, more evil. What was the point in denying it?
Mentally Ingrid began to yawn at the therapy treatment and when it came to the conclusion Ingrid wanted to half laugh and half cry, the assessment was so far off the mark.
This simple breather had actually made her question herself... her Ingrid Dracula, the "Queen of darkness" as she thought herself.
When Ingrid stated about saving Joan's life she was being half sarcastic, she had irritated her beyond reason but had brought her back, nevertheless, she most certainly didn't owe her sanity to a breather.
Ingrid walked away heading ti the training room to see if the book might finally open at will and show its secrets to her.
Me: I knew that would be short, I just can't put it into words correctly, I may after I have finished all my outtakes come back to this and fix it, but that's a while off yet.
Ingrid: You need to stop talking.
Me: Yeah whatever. Thank you for reading and please review. Next outtake will be up tomorrow but I will be writing it today. See ya!
C
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