Young Dracula Season 3: Outtakes
NOTE: Sorry I didn't update yesterday, the snow caused a lot of problems for me so I'm updating twice today instead!
Me: Ingrid's gone off somewhere, but Vlad's still with me... and guess what everyone, this outtake is one of my old Vlad and the Count moments! YAY!
Vlad: Seriously! Why?
Me: Because I miss writing them and off the top of my head I can think of none for season 4... ohh I've thought of one, bats! I must write this down!
Vlad: Why do you obsess around the father son thing?
Me: Because I loved those moments in season 1, and I don't really put the Count into my fanfictions enough... especially given in mind a story I have thought of... which will not be coming out until it's complete. So, Vlad, can we have the disclaimer please.
Vlad: Sure. C doesn't own me or Young Dracula.
Me: Thank you, Vlad.
Defending – based during episode 12 of season 3 (almost at the end of the season!)
Vlad walked into the room in full leathers, surprising the Count slight, but he dismissed it straightening his cape slightly.
"Alright, let's do this." The Count said determinedly.
Vlad nodded with equal determination. "Dad, you do know, you don't have to do this."
The Count looked over his son, seeing the genuine concern lingering in his eyes. Vladdy did really care about him, despite leaving him for undead once. If it wasn't for the fact he didn't have a good heart that could be warmed, he would have been touched by Vlad and his caring attitude.
"No, Vladdy, I'm coming with you; I'm not going to sit down drinking blood while I know you may get slain; I would never forgive myself if I allowed that to happen." The Count told him fiercly and Vlad smiled slightly.
"It looks like we are going to get that father son, quality vampire time you prattled on about for as long as I can remember," at this the Count couldn't help but chuckle.
"This isn't the scenario I had in mind. I was thinking more along the lines of hunting the slayers. Not just going in for a nosy." The Count shrugged.
Vlad couldn't help but roll his eyes, rely on his father to count that as a good father son activity. "No biting Dad."
"Okay Vlad," the Count said lamely.
"I'm serious!" Vlad told him. "I'm not having it, no biting, I'm not going to stand by and watch as innocents are forced to lead lives they don't want; now that I would never forgive myself for."
The Count blinked at how his son had used his own words against him and chuckled again. Vladdy sure was a chip off the old fang when manipulating and twisting people to get his way.
"As you wish, your highness," the count teased and Vlad gave a fake sigh and gave his a scathing look.
"I wish you'd stop that, I'm not the Grand High Vampire... yet." Vlad added the last bit for good measure showing he had accepted who and what he was; as well as that he was the Chosen One and would have to lead his people.
"You're still the Chosen One, which demands respect."
"So, does being Count Dracula," Vlad pointed out and the Count chuckled again.
"This reminds me of before... when it was just you and me." The Count reminisced.
"And Renfield, except he wasn't Renfield," Vlad added.
"I do see why you kept the mind wipe on him... he wasn't in the way as much back then," the Count mused and Vlad shrugged not saying that, that wasn't the reason he had not removed the mind wipe sooner than he did.
"Yeah, I kind of miss it too," Vlad admitted it. "I wonder how it would have turned out if Ingrid and Erin hadn't got all involved... things might have just been easier on us."
"Well," the Count placed a hand on his sons shoulder. "We cannot change how things are Vladdy. I think you know that better than anyone." Vlad nodded sadly in agreement. "We all make mistakes. I myself have made some pretty serious ones," the Count admitted thinking guiltily of his dead older brother. "But we must strive over them. I didn't get help with my mistake and problems, and so I want to help you deal with yours."
"So you can get power out of it," Vlad interjected raising his eyebrows.
"Maybe, just a little." The Count admitted. "Nevertheless, you're my son, and I'll stand by you..."
"Thanks Dad," Vlad said touched. "So, shall we go?"
The Count nodded and the pair flew out of the window leaving the school behind.
Vlad: Dad'll 'always stand by me'! As if! He ate his words!
Me: That he did. Rely on the Count to do something so stupid.
Vlad: That's my Dad you're talking about...
Me: Sorry! Really! It's just some characters irritate me at times.
Vlad: Even me?
Me: Yes, even you. So three outtakes have been written today from my perspective, phew; only three left to write! Thank you for reading and please review!
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