Young Dracula Season 5: Outtakes

Hallelujah! We are onto my favourite episode! So many outtake ideas for this one. But, only one takes priority. I warned you there would be a lot of Vlad and Count moments, well this is the main one that will orient around it!

Sorry I haven't updated in two days, I forgot to add the third outtake and my weekend has been havoc. My parents are having the house partly redone so Saturday we were out shopping and yesterday I decided to do a clear out – it's been long overdue – of my room. So I have had no time to write. However I have started planning outtakes in advance now instead, so I might start going a little quicker depending on how my revision – I have a Latin exam next month - goes and how long the outtakes turn out to be.

So today you get two outtakes even though I am up to outtake eight now.

Warning, this is a really intermittent outtake, so it literally covers all the little missing bits in the episode. I have done it in the order of the episode but you might want to rewatch or watch – if you haven't already, but I'm hoping you all already have - the episode before reading because it might not make sense otherwise.

I don't own Young Dracula.

Hiding From Love – during episode 2 of season 5

The Count didn't hesitate to open the door, though internally he was hoping that Ingrid hadn't returned early, and flitted over to Vlad.

"Vlad, Vladdy, wake up!" The Count didn't shout like he might normally do because he knew that would just make Vlad so much worse.

"Uhh," Vlad complained and plugged his nose, probably trying to stop himself from sneezing. "What now Dad?" He asked, his voice weak.

The Count held out the medicine and opened the top. "Renfield's come up with a cure."

Vlad rolled his eyes. "You mean a possible cure, the past four attempts haven't worked."

"We have to try," the Count told him.

Vlad winced looking at the yellow medicine. "It looks like liquid sulphur," he complained. "Which has just come out of a volcano." Vlad added for good measure.

Nevertheless he reached to take it from his father and drunk it anyway. Vlad then dropped the glass vial onto the padded lining of his coffin and grimaced closing his eyes.

The Count frowned nervously at his son. He wasn't sneezing, but he wasn't still right either…

About half an hour later Vlad woke up feeling slightly off, and pulled himself up noticing his father sleeping at the edge of his coffin.

Vlad shook his head and smiled slightly, his father clearly cared about him a lot to go through all this hassle of standing watch over him. He then frowned remembering what he was carrying was meant to be contagious to biters, and if that was the case then why was his father in the room unprotected?

Vlad shrugged to himself and got out of his coffin, almost falling to the floor. He was still a little too weak.

Renfield walked in. Probably to check up on him, Vlad guessed as he managed to pull himself to his feet by steadying himself against his coffin.

"Master Vlad," Renfield almost cried.

Vlad put his fingers to his lips and nodded at his father. "Shh,"

"Sorry," the manservant whispered. "Are you feeling better?"

"Much," Vlad admitted. "Still a little weak, but much better than I was. Thank you."

"All in a day's work," Renfield replied flicking his hair.

"Renfield," Vlad frowned. "How did you manage to get hair?"

"I made a formula to cure boldness," he grinned showing his mouldy looking teeth. "I'm on a roll today."

"Oh right," Vlad wasn't all that surprised, Renfield had been looking for that particular cure ever since the mind wipe had been reversed. Vlad took a deep breath. "Look, I'm going take a walk and try and get some feeling back because I've been laid in my coffin too long. Keep an eye on Dad for me."

"Of course, master Vlad," Renfield perched himself at the edge of Vlad's coffin his eyes on the Count. Vlad cringed noticing the dandruff falling from Renfield's head into the coffin.

Vlad left making a disgusted noise under his breath as he left. He'd have to have his coffin disinfected now.

Vlad walked around the old school feeling rather lonely. It was only him, Renfield and the Count here at the moment. Ingrid was probably at a council meeting, Vlad guessed. Vlad had forgotten how the children who had come to the school had made their lives seem more fulfilled.

Vlad didn't noticed when the sunlight filtered through the glass windows and hit him, because it didn't even bother him. He just kept his eyes ahead, unsure where he was going and when he was going to get wherever he was possibly going.

It was a good thing that he decided to go back to his room to tell his Dad that he was feeling so much better, because if he hadn't then… well, Vlad didn't even want to think about what would have happened if he had carried on pacing around the old house.

"Come along now Vladdy," the Count said as they went down the corridor.

"Dad, there is no rush. I'm not feeling that hungry. I think my stomach is still a little delicate from being ill." Vlad walked slowing behind him, frowning and thinking about how he could have possibly have caught a cold. If only Bertrand was here, then Vlad could get the answer he needed. Then came the pang of guilt, Bertrand wasn't here, he would never be here because Vlad dusted him.

Vlad decided to look to the floor as he walked trying to supress his guilt, something he had been trying to do for two months and still not succeeded.

"You know what," Vlad decided. "You go ahead Dad, I need a sit down."

The Count frowned, worried as his son walked off.

The Count then shook his head and went on his way to the kitchen.

"Renfield," the Count said in his usual aggressive tone.

"Yes master?"

"I need you to make some food for Vladdy, he hasn't eaten in at least a day. He says he isn't hungry but that's the residual effects of the cold." The Count told him.

"Yes master," Renfield was about to grab something to start cooking but the Count interrupted.

"And make it something that will help with the cold," the Count added. "And edible. I don't want my son not eating because of your disgusting food."

The Count flitted out dramatically and Renfield sighed rolling his eyes. "All my food is edible." He muttered.

Vlad walked down into the cellar where Bertrand had once lived, and peered in. Unlike Vlad's room, this room had been redecorated but the books were all still here to Vlad's relief.

He walked up to them and grabbed a few on vampire medicine. Vlad didn't know much about vampire diseases but what little he did know told him that his father was lying.

He tested his speeding powers to get to the throne room and found he could use then but it weakened him. Vlad dumped the books on the table and leaned against it trying to stop the room from shaking. HE then slid into a chair and began to read looking up this 'transitional indisposition' and found not at all to Vlad's surprise that it didn't exist.

Vlad looked at his father in disbelief. It couldn't be true.

Then it hit him, and it all made sense. The reason he never felt comfortable being a vampire, his determination to be normal, everything in his life that made him different to other vampires and this was why.

He was half human.

Vlad almost collapsed but manage to press a hand against the doorframe and his other hand against his pounding head.

"Vladdy?" Vlad only heard his father's voice faintly. But then was he is father? Could it be the Count wasn't his father? It would make sense if he wasn't… but then it would make sense if he was.

Vlad stumbled over and practically collapsed into the chair opposite the Count and put is head in his hands, trying to get rid of the dizziness.

The Count had seen the mixed emotions in Vlad's eyes before he had put his head in his hands. There had been angry, fury even, confusion, and understanding. Most of all understanding, it was as if Vlad had known all along sub-consciously, which made sense given what he had been like his whole life.

Vlad lifted his head still looking slightly out of it, a mix of ill and confusion.

The Count was on the ground, Vlad didn't have the strength to keep him up anymore.

"Just tell me the truth!" Vlad demanded. "I know you well enough to know you'd never raise another man's child!"

"And what about Wolfie?" The Count reminded him. "I took him in."

Vlad scowled. "You only took him in because first Ingrid and I insisted on it and two because he managed to impress you. I never have done that because you're always 'very disappointed' in me!" He quoted him harshly. "Yet, I've been your favourite from day one! If I'm really not your child then how come Ingrid has never been your favourite! It doesn't make sense! Mum would never have an affair with a breather, but you would. You've proved that at least 3 times in the past ten years alone when you have fallen for breathers!"

The Count didn't say anything and he didn't need to either, Vlad knew the truth but he needed to hear it for himself. This had been coming for years, Vlad knew it but the Count never did. He'd never seen how it wasn't the differences that made them clash, but the fact they were so similar. And that was also how Vlad knew the Count had to be his father.

Vlad was on the floor, refusing help. It reminded him of his father, when he had refused help when Vlad had angered him. IT was so obvious now that the Count was his father, how could he have seen otherwise.

Vlad attempted to get up. "I'll find a way there," he assured his father. "I'll just have to be patient."

The Count frowned at his son, knowing there was no way he could stop him.

Vlad managed to get to his feet and grabbed the chair for support. "Anything else you'd like to admit before I go to the high council?" He demanded.

The Count faked a sigh. "Only that Madga never knew you were half breather. I'm the only one that has ever known what you truly are until recently."

Vlad scowled. "That just makes it worse."

"I had no choice," he told his son. "Magda would have reported us in a second to get Ingrid on the throne. After all Ingrid always was her favourite. I wasn't going to give her that advantage."

"So who did you tell her was my mother?"

"I didn't, she just guessed I had an affair with some high ranking vampiress… it wouldn't be the first time either." Vlad knew he was referring to his fling with Elizabeta. "It didn't bother her. It never does bother our kind."

That just angered Vlad further because it reminded him of Adze and how easily she flirted with Jonno and Bertrand despite being engaged.

The Count saw this and added. "Vladdy, Magda was already seeing that dog Patrick. As far as I was concerned having an affair myself only meant making things better for me. Magda would only have minded had she found out you were half breather. Magda never could stand the idea of a breather being more attractive than her."

"What about Ingrid?" Vlad said still fuming. "Did either of you think what you were possibly putting her through. You two never realised how much your fights and arguments hurt us. It's no wonder Ingrid is so evil and determined not to love. She's seen what it has done. So have I."

"Ingrid was being taken care of by Nanny Contarith." The Count shrugged. "She was too young to remember."

Vlad managed to stabilise himself and regain his balance. He stormed over to his father. "That's just an excuse, you always make excuses!" Tears began to well in his eyes. "Get out! I don't want to see you. Not until I see the High Council!"

A nice long one. Which was what I was hoping for. I have other outtakes in mind but I'm leaving them for now. I'm going to move onto the next outtake which will probably be shorter.

Thank you for all the lovely reviews, it's been fabulous having such a great reaction! It's really encouraging and makes me want to write rather than lose motivation.

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