Young Dracula Season 3: Outtakes
Me: I'm hoping to get two outtakes done tonight. I have an idea for the next one but this one I can't be sure what I'm going to put. So it could be excessively long or short. We'll see.
Vlad: At least you have an idea.
Ingrid: Don't encourage her!
Me: I don't have time for this! Just do the disclaimer please.
Vlad: C doesn't own me.
Ingrid: Or me or Young Dracula.
Renewal – based during episode 10 of season 3
Bertrand couldn't help but notice the bad changes in his pupil; Bertrand couldn't read vlad easily but as he and Vlad talked concerning the wars, clans etc Bertrand noticed Vlad was actually taking in what Bertrand was saying, drinking it in, asking questions and pacing as he did so, not something the old Vlad would have done.
Bertrand would have seen it as a sign of weakness if it weren't for the fact it meant that Vlad wasn't willing to sit around thinking anymore, he had to make his move; he was going to take action.
But what choice did the Chosen One have now? Bertrand thought as Vlad drummed on the side of leg while he paced, trying to come up with tactics to keep all the clans under his control, his jacket squealed in protest briefly as Vlad tapped his jeans lightly. Vlad didn't get a choice in all this, he was the Chosen One, he'd accepted that, however reluctantly, but Vlad knew there was a lot more to leading a whole species of blood loving, evil biters than just keeping them tame.
Vlad's eyes flickered to Bertrand surprised to see him smirking slightly.
"What?" Vlad demanded turning to face his tutor, irritation plain on his features. "Spit it out, I have school after this and I don't have the patience to have things hidden from me as well as having an all nighter and all dayer."
Bertrand chuckled. "If you could see yourself you might be disgusted, but you've improved. I'm glad to see that.
"Just because I don't think vampires and breathers can live in peace," Vlad lied smoothly his eyes fixed firmly on Bertrand no hint of a lie in them. "It doesn't mean I still don't have my morals, my reflections may be part of me now but I'm not THAT different."
"You've still matured, you're almost ready to lead, you're not denying you destiny," Bertrand pointed out his eyes flickering across looking at Vlad's face to see any traces of emotion, he found none. Vlad had a complete poker face in place, he looked like the emotionless, evil vampire he should be but Bertrand knew better; he knew Vlad would never be as truly evil as some vampires unless something drastic was done, and considering what Vlad's reflections were like, Bertrand believed Vlad was best left be, he's be a great leader now he was the way he was. "Your father may never say this, but I will, I'm proud of you. You've come very far, and you opened the Praedictum Impaver..."
"Which was empty," Vlad muttered angrily. "All that effort; for flapping nothing."
Bertrand ignored Vlad and continued. "I was worried you never would if I am honest. Yes, it may seem in vain for you, but the challenge of it have increased your powers a thousand fold and meant you are fully merged capable of ruling. Surely, that was worth the effort."
Vlad slid into a seat opposite to Bertrand looking to the ground, thinking through his plans for peace. "I guess so, still I didn't like it."
Bertrand chuckled. "I'm sure the old Grand High Vampire would agree with you, he didn't like having to keep track of things either."
Vlad looked up his eyes lit remembering the ghost he had seen of the Grand High Vampire; despite the Grand High Vampire plotting to execute his father, Vlad harboured a large amount of respect for the old Grand High Vampire, especially since he had realised he was the chosen One and felt what it was like to go through pressures worse than the Grand High Vampire. "You knew him?"
"Yes," Bertrand dismissed and Vlad gave him a dark look telling him he better continue talking. "Seeing that I'm the guardian of the book, the Grand High Vampire paid me visits to check on my progress on finding the Grand High Vampire... in fact in his last one before he was slain, he seemed rather concerned that I hadn't found you. He made out as f he knew who the Chosen One was, but when I asked he refused to speak of it."
Vlad raised his eyebrows a frown spreading across his face. "You think he knew I'm the Chosen One."
Bertrand nodded delicately. "Yes. I'm sure of it. I don't think it was a coincidence that a Dracula slayed him or he died in your castle, so the vampires would have to come to you. Whether he knew he was going to die I am not sure, but I think he knew you were the Chosen One."
Vlad faked a sigh. "I would have made more of an effort to get to know him if he wasn't planning to kill Dad."
"Well, I'm sure the Grand High Vampire had great plans in mind for you,"" Bertrand told him straightening his military attire nervously.
Bertrand was never nervous. "Bertrand?"
Bertrand looked up. "Yes."
"Tell me," he commanded fiercely thunder crackling outside.
Bertrand couldn't help but fake a sigh. "If you tell the Count he'll stake me for sure. In fact you might stake me." Bertrand frowned seeing the surprised look on Vlad's face. "Vlad, the Grand High Vampire knew well you were coming, it was just a matter of time, where I did not know who you were or what you were, I did know the Grand High Vampire wanted to keep the Chosen One, meaning you, on his good side. He has no children, no successor, hence the blood line method used at the ceremony when you stole the crown for yourself." Vlad winced at the memory. "He wanted to raise you as his own. In the hope he wouldn't get slain for the throne and he's get a worthy successor to take the throne while still having his unlife, influence and a level of his power."
"What?!" Vlad gasped. "So you think all this was planned from the get go?"
"When it comes to the Grand High Vampire, anything is possible." Bertrand stated calmly glad Vlad didn't look too angry. The last thing he needed was to face a just merged angry Chosen One.
Vlad shook his head in disbelief. "If he'd done it, I'd have never have forgiven him, or accepted him."
"You would be hungry for revenge and easily twisted." Bertrand said and Vlad scowled. "I apologise Vlad but from what I hear when you were younger you could be twisted and manipulated easier back then than you can be now."
Vlad sighed. "That's true."
"Nevertheless, you should not confine in the Count, Ingrid, Wolfie, Zoltan or even Erin in this. If the Count gets a wiff of what the Grand High Vampire was plotting he will likely stake me, and go and there will be a dust path of all those who knew and a large amount of blood spilled." Bertrand played on Vlad's morals to get his ways and Vlad nodded.
"You're secret's safe with me." Vlad promised.
Me: This links to an outtake in season 2 outtakes; if you haven't a clue what I'm on about then I suggest you go back and read it!
Vlad: That's a little harsh.
Me: Well, it's how this will make sense.
Ingrid: The Grand High Vampire was very devious... I would have let him be a father to me if he killed Dad.
Vlad: Really?
Ingrid: *sighing* Okay... maybe not...
Vlad: Knew it!
Me: *rolling eyes* Thank you for reading and please review!
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