Young Dracula Season 5: Outtakes

The last outtake was incredibly long. I wouldn't count on this one being that long. But it may happen, sometimes I get eureka moments where I come up with a really long story.

Still the last outtake was something that really the YD people could have turned into an actual episode, and that is why I wrote it. It was such a HUGE thing for them to just dismiss in about ten minutes flat. Then again, I know why they did it. Having Wolfie there would put him at risk especially given what happens in the season.

Also, when I woke up this morning I found I had about 20 emails most of them about this. So I just wanted to say thank you so much for all the lovely reviews and follows. It's really encouraging to get so much support within one outtake. Speaking of which, I will be doing Piers and Ingrid as well as slight Malik and Ingrid moments, but like I said I'm not going so far that I make the outtakes unbelievable.

I don't own Young Dracula.

Meditation – based during episode 1 of season 5

Vlad entered his room and faked a long sigh. "Home sweet home," he muttered to himself.

He dumped his pack by his wardrobe and looked around the room. Nothing had changed. In fact the room looked exactly how Vlad left it. Vlad shook his head and rolled his eyes. The Count must have told Renfield to keep the room exactly how it was and maintain it.

There was no more spider's webs than before, no gathering of dust. Even his pictures that made the collage that covered one wall were still in place. Vlad frowned at the wall. Those pictures were constantly falling off the walls, they were particularly susceptible to falling off when Vlad went in or out of the room using his speeding powers. Renfield must have made sure they stayed up somehow, but how was what Vlad couldn't figure out. As far as Vlad was concerned those pictures weren't going to stay on the walls unless they were either superglued or nailed to the walls.

He turned around seeing his coffin was the same as ever. So no one had used this room, Vlad deduced. No ordinary vampire would want to use a metal coffin that could be used to seal you in with more than one lock. Not to mention as far as Vlad knew the only person who had come here since he left had been his mother.

Vlad twitched at the thought of his mother. He was glad he hadn't come earlier now because the last person he wanted to see was his mother. In fact, he felt like he didn't want to be here at all. But, Vlad knew he would feel that way. This place had too many bad memories.

That was why Vlad was disappointed to find his room was the same. When he looked around he was hit with memories. Erin hugging him as he promised to protect her. Jonno discussing dusting Adze. The Count trying to convince him to leave Erin behind and marry Adze…

This whole school was too full of bad memories, it was the reason Vlad left and why he never planned on coming back unless it was to see his family.

Vlad slumped into his sofa and faked a long sigh. "I wish Talitha was here," he murmured to himself. Talitha was the first person he had ever met that actually listened to him. No one had done that before, not even Erin used to do that. Erin would pretend to listen but in fact wasn't. Vlad knew that for a fact because more than once she did things that got Vlad angry, both when she was a human and vampire. Then later she would wonder why he was angry, and then Vlad would know she hadn't listened to him.

Erin versus Talitha. Despite the fact Talitha was a vampire, Vlad couldn't help but think her as better than his ex.

Abruptly Vlad blinked and shook his head. He knew he wasn't quite over Erin… no, he knew he would never get fully over her. But because of what happened, Vlad knew despite whatever he felt – which he was unsure of – he couldn't trust anyone and couldn't let his emotions tell him what to do. At least not until he was eighteen when no one could against him.

Vlad almost jumped when he heard the knock at the door.

"Yes?" Vlad called. He could hear the edge to his voice it told him that despite his efforts to be less emotional he was failing.

The Count peered in. "Vladdy? Can I come in?"

Vlad shrugged. "Sure,"

The Count came in carrying a large bag which he put down the side of the sofa, and looked around the room satisfied that everything was how was left.

Vlad noticed. "You didn't have to keep my room the same," he informed his father. "In fact it might have been better if you had left it."

"Things were falling off the walls," the Count pointed out. "I know how angry you get when that happens."

Vlad shrugged. "I've changed since then, Dad." He admitted looking at his father carefully, not trying to say too much. "This room is full of too many memories for my liking. If it changed then I might feel a bit better about being in here."

The Count looked at his son and crouched down in front of him. "It's something you have to get used to Vladimir," he informed his youngest child. "I've learnt that while you cannot get rid of bad memories when you enter a room, you can make it easier."

"How is that?"

"You associate it with good ones over the back ones," the Count held up his hand to stop Vlad from interrupting me. "Listen to me. If you don't have any good memories associated with this room Vladimir then get some before you leave. Then you won't be as reluctant to come back."

Vlad twitched restraining himself from saying that no matter how many good memories he had of this place, he would always be reluctant to come back here.

"Okay," he paused. Vlad decided it may help a bit having good memories because when he remembered Stokely he found himself pondering on the good over the bad. He wanted the same for this place.

The Count slid the sit on the floor cross legged and cringed.

"Are you alright Dad?" Vlad frowned abruptly concerned.

"It's just my back, old age and all."

Vlad raised his eyebrows in disbelief. "But vampires are immortal." He pointed out. "You shouldn't be suffering anything."

"It's probably a temporary thing," the Count guessed. "I've suffered a lot of attacks in the past century and it's taken its toll. It'll heal."

Vlad flinched remembering he was one of the people that had attacked his father. It must have been five ish months ago now, but still that didn't stop him feeling guilty about it.

"Why don't you show me this meditation of yours?" The Count suggested.

Vlad frowned in surprised and then nodded. "Okay, I can't see a reason why not."

Piers had finished looking through the books, but Ingrid wasn't here yet. He had already decided to blackmail her, but felt guilty. Doing that to someone like her didn't seem right to Piers…

There had to be a way to make up for it.

"Hmm," Piers thought of how Ingrid had accused him of making his vampire game inaccurate. The game was not quite finished yet, he could always add new coding into it and alter things. Then it would be more accurate. However, he couldn't so it based on only what he had seen so far. Piers needed to find out more.

Ingrid was desperate, Piers could tell that much. She had no idea how to use technology, so maybe she would cooperate if he agreed to help her learn to use it in exchanged for her helping him make his game better.

So much for having a date…

As I thought, this isn't as long as the previous one. But it's not too bad. I added the Piers bit because one I like him and two because it makes sense for him to have done that. I also tacked in Talitha because I like her a lot, and her relationship with Vlad needed serious work. The writers didn't put enough into that, but then again who could in thirteen episodes?

I know this is the second day in a row I have published but still don't expect me to keep it up. I probably won't because I have a bad habit of forgetting and leaving stuff and then getting a eureka moment where I do loads.

Thank you all again for all the reviews, I genuinely appreciate it!

Thank you for reading and please review.

C

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