Young Dracula Season 5: Outtakes

I'm trying to get as much of this done as possible. But, still no guarantees even though I am going through one of my 'let's write loads' phase.

I miss YD already and it's not even been a week. I don't think that's a good sign, but it also means I am desperate to write all the time.

Thank you for the responses, I don't think I have got this kind of response before and it's very encouraging.

I don't own YD.

Sickness – based between episodes 1 and 2 of season 5

Renfield felt almost dizzy. He had been around this room eight or nine times trying to find ingredients for the possible cold cure.

This was his fourth attempt at a cure, and Renfield was rapidly running out of ingredients and ideas. He had only come up with his latest idea ten minutes ago but then found he couldn't find the ingredients. That was just what he needed.

If he didn't find this cure, he would probably be killed by the Count himself.

"When in doubt stop and think." Renfield told himself. "Then the answer will come to you."

He paused not looking around the room like he knew he should have been. Instead he closed his eyes trying to remember where he had put stuff, then he remembered…

Wolfie and Renfield had reorganised the ingredients to make it easier to find only a few week ago. That was why he was struggling, Renfield was looking in the places they used to be.

Renfield opened his eyes and rushed over to the cupboard, making sure the jab the door open with a doorstop – Ingrid liked to lock him in there. He then grabbed what he needed for his newest idea.

"Ow," Renfield muttered after the potion exploded for a third time. Every time he attempted to make the potion the cauldron was blast to bits throwing bits of shrapnel everywhere and lodging into everything, including Renfield.

He pulled out a piece of the cauldron from his arm, and found his clothing had protected him from it imbedding into his skin. The explosion didn't given out enough force for the shrapnel to cause massive amounts of damage.

Renfield shook his head out and grabbed another cauldron determined to get it right, even if he had to blow up his laboratory to bits.

"Ah hah," Renfield looked into the pot he was stirring. The liquid inside was a sickly green colour, not all that appetising to normal people it to Renfield it looked rather appealing. Nevertheless, no matter what anyone thought of it and how it tasted, it was a possible cure and that was all that counted.

Renfield attempted to pick up the pot, but his fingers were burnt the moment he touch it. "OW!" He jumped back and rushed over to the sink to put his hands until cold running water. He sighed in relief, the cold began to numb the pain but also the feeling in his fingers.

Sometimes, Renfield was a little dumb he was intelligent but lacked in common sense particularly when he got excited.

Renfield frowned pondering over this and praying that the Count hadn't heard him cry out. Not that it mattered to the Count anyway. The Count was too busy on guard duty.

Ever since Vlad had fallen ill and Renfield had learnt thata he was half breather the Count hadn't left Vlad's side. It made sense to Renfield but Ingrid found it very confusing, and Vlad probably would when he recovers and found out. It suggested that either the Count cared more than he made out, which was true, or was protecting Vlad from something.

Renfiled grabbed his oven gloves and put them on. He then poured the mix into a cup and rushed up to Vlad's room trying not to spill any of the important potion.

Renfield entered the room, the Count was asleep his feet up on Vlad's coffin and sat on a chair. Vlad seemed to be half awake. Delirious, Renfield guessed from the alarmed look in the boy's eyes.

Renfield walked over carefully and knelt down.

"Master Vlad," he said. Vlad's eyes looked over to him and he seemed to gasp. Then he blinked and appeared to regain his composure.

"Renfield," he managed to choke out and then took a deep breath.

"I have a possible cure here," the servant nodded to the cup.

"Possible?" Vlad replied, frowning.

"There has been no cure found for… your condition," Renfield said carefully. "It's why we have had to try so many things."

Vlad nodded and tried to take the cup from renfild but found he was shivering and couldn't hold it steady.

"Here," Renfield held the cup to his lips and Vlad carefully sipped grimacing as he drunk it.

"Uh," he stuck his tongue out in disgust and laid back down. "That tasted disgusting!"

"Sometimes the best medicines taste that way," Renfield tried to reassure him.

"I still don't feel better," Vlad muttered looking sleepy.

"It'll take time," Vlad looked down spotting his father as he yawned. "What's Dad still doing there? Has he been here all this time? I never noticed."

Vlad had fallen asleep when Renfield answered. "He's been here all along master Vlad, because he loves you more than you know."

The servant got up biting his lip carefully. He had a feeling that the cure hadn't worked. He sighed, at least he wouldn't have to be berated by the Count again.

Still, Renfield couldn't shake the feeling that he only had one more attempt left to get it right, otherwise Vlad would dust before he could come up with a cure.

I know this isn't all that long. But nothing like trying and it's not the shortest I have ever come up with.

I wanted to do a little of Renfield because I don't write about him that much really.

Anyway, thank you all again and please review!

C

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