Young Dracula Season 3: Outtakes

Me: I hate this part of the season! It's so depressing! Episodes 9 to 12 are so depressing, except episode 10, but then that's depressing too because of the whole "We have come back to slay the Dracula's, especially Vlad!" thing! Uhhh HATE THAT! Mina annoys me so much and so does Ingrid in fact... and Erin! Gah!

Vlad: Calm down, I'm fine! It's not as if Mina is going to slay me.

Ingrid: *muttering* I wouldn't put it past her. No wonder Dad's attracted to her.

Vlad: Not as much as Miss McCauley.

Ingrid: True.

Me: *gawping* You're agreeing on something! YAY! Disclaimer, if you please.

Ingrid: C doesn't own me.

Vlad: Or me and Young Dracula.

Trust – based between episodes 11 and 12 of Season 3

Vlad was curled up in his coffin silently, tears sliding down his face.

He hadn't felt so alone since he'd left Stokely so long ago. He'd left with his father and Renfield and when he got here, it hit him. He was alone, Ingrid was gone, Robin was gone and so was the old Renfield. It was just him and his father; he just couldn't see how he could cope. His father would be intolerable, doting on him every spare second... Vlad shuddered, remembering that feeling. He had adapted though and it hadn't become too bad after Vlad's transformation; in fact Vlad actually liked the whole father son thing, other than the natural vampiric fights they got into.

Now, Vlad wished he could turn back the clock and yes, saved Ingrid but had got rid of her and Erin too, and dusted Bertrand as soon as he opened the book under the pretence his reflection had done it.

He just couldn't stand it. There was no one he could trust. Erin was a slayer which meant she would stake him in the back... he still didn't understand why she hadn't yet. Then Bertrand, he had disobeyed him, tried to slay him and his family, and then tried to slay Ingrid. Of course there was Ingrid, Vlad wanted to believe her facade, but that's what Vlad was worried about, whether it was a facade... was it possible Erin was telling the truth? And then there was the Count... the person who manipulated Vlad at every turn, but Vlad knew out of all the people he had trusted, he was the least likely to slay him. He was his son, his heir, his flesh and blood, and although the Count denied it in front of Vlad, he was excessively proud of heir, proud that he had the Chosen One was his son. That the family of Dracula that had been the highest and most feared clan, which began to fall when it came to respect, had not only got that status back but gave them a higher position.

Vlad knew well that he was being selfish, but right now he didn't care; it had all fallen on top of him like a castle being thrown onto his shoulders, so abruptly with so much weight, Vlad just couldn't handle it. It made him wish that he really could be emotionless; he knew though that becoming emotionless was far from what his people needed from him right now.

Vlad blinked away his tears brushing them aside, his people needed him, he realised. He couldn't sit here moping like a ten year old. He had a truce to negotiate, he had a people to control and keep from destroying themselves. He couldn't afford to be selfish, he had to be selfless; he had to think of those innocent breathers who were being drained and those defenceless vampires who were being slain.

It had to stop.

Feeling more determined than ever, Vlad climbed out of his coffin grabbing Bertrand's book on Aramaic. He had to do this; he had to reveal the text in the Praedictum Impaver, for his people and for humans everywhere.

Seeing that he couldn't trust the others around him... he knew then, he could trust one person and one only. Himself.

Zoltan was surprised when he rolled into Vlad's room to find his favourite vampire in the world studying hard. He hadn't spoken to Vlad; he'd been so upset over his reflection throwing him down the stairs.

"Master Vlad?" Zoltan said carefully and Vlad's eyes flicker to the wolf, the old smile briefly flickering across his face reminding Zoltan of the young vampire who arrived in Stokely, stunned by the breather environment so long ago.

"Zoltan," Vlad breathed. "I'm so sorry."

Zoltan rolled to the edge of Vlad's coffin facing Vlad's side and Vlad turned slightly to face his pet hellhound.

"It's not your fault. I know i can be irritating." Zoltan admitted.

Vlad shook his head guiltily. "That's no excuse for what I did."

"I forgive you master," Zoltan said softly. "I want to help you."

Vlad put a hand into Zoltan's head and began stoking him carefully soothing them both, it was something the old Vlad did frequently from the day Vlad found out that stoking felt nice to Zoltan and him both.

"I would like that," Vlad admitted calmly. "But, I'm not sure how much you know about Aramaic."

Zoltan gave a wolf like smile. "I only know the basics of reading it."

"That is all I need." Vlad sighed in relief, he would be glad to have a tutor other than Bertrand.

"Master Vlad, if I may be so bold. But something seems to be bothering you." Zoltan noticed.

"You can still read me well, even though I'm not the same," Vlad almost laughed. "There's no one I can trust Zoltan, literally; Erin, Bertrand, Dad and Ingrid. No one; I have to rely on myself now."

"You'll always have me master," Zoltan promised him.

"I know," he smiled. "Still, I feel like a castle load has been placed on my shoulders and there's no way out."

Zoltan frowned slightly. "Maybe you should write this down."

"Why?"

"Breathers believe in things called diaries, it's a way of revealing all their secrets onto paper, without telling anyone, but it feels to them like they are letting out all their steam so to speak." Zoltan informed Vlad.

"Really, wow," Vlad said. "I knew diaries existed, but I never thought of keeping my own."

"Or a notebook, just write down when something is troubling you," Zoltan suggested.

"I may just do that... thanks Zoltan."

Me: I cannot believe how many things I addressed in this single outtake.

Vlad: You squish things in a lot don't you?

Me: Maybe, but I like doing that, revealing reasons for things that aren't mentioned etc.

Ingrid: Or you're just obsessed.

Me: No denying that... I know yesterday to you, tomorrow for me, you got two outtakes well, yeah back to daily again. Especially seeing as I'm writing one more outtake today it means I have three left so I'll have this done from my perspective by Tuesday; for you it should be done by... Saturday. Then I may actually put up season 4 outtakes because I feel like I should. Anyway thank you for reading and please remember, REVIEW!

C

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