Young Dracula Season 5: Outtakes

I promised I'd do a Malik and Ingrid outtake. So this one is for Angel. I plan on doing possibly more later on when the right episodes show themselves.

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Irony – based between episodes 5 and 6 of season 5

Right now, Ingrid knew one thing about her devious older brother. For once Ingrid agreed with her younger brother, Malik couldn't be trusted. It didn't matter that he helped defeat the Shadow Warriors. They didn't really need him anyway, things were better without him.

Ingrid found herself almost crushing the mug in her hand in fury. She held a lot of anger towards Malik. The reason… well it was more like reasons. First he acted like he liked her, then he reveals he's Dracula after over a month, then he become heir to the Dracula throne – a throne she had been trying to get her whole unlife, then he almost killed the Count… and Vlad and now he had the cheek to use Garside as a safe house!?

That was over the line!

Ingrid slammed down her mug down and flitted to where Malik was, his old room that he used to share with the street fangs.

Malik looked around the room, unsurprised that all the street fangs were gone. He had been around when most of them got dusted. The rest probably left after Bertrand got ashed by Vlad.

He could feel the presence of someone familiar as he picked up the book his mother gave him.

"What do you want Ingrid?" Malik had his hands against the table and straining to contain his rage.

"Temper temper," Ingrid swished – well, her dress made the dramatic swish - over a smug look on her face. "Someone got out of the wrong side of their coffin."

"I don't have time to play games, least of all with you," Malik scowled at her and Ingrid couldn't help but noticed he looked a bit mad, crazy even. It made her wonder if Malik was turning into a crazy power-hungry vampire, and not in the way a vampire is meant to be either. Malik seemed to be acting like his mother, or worse Sethius. Crazed, uncertain of his place in the world and angry. That pretty much summed up Malik at the moment.

Ingrid leaned on the table. "That's a shame because I like playing games. Just like you did with us."

Malik pulled himself up and continued to scowl at her. "Don't you dare try to guilt trip me Ingrid. I'm not like our weak baby brother."

Ingrid smiled darkly. "I know," she patted his hand, trying to be reassuring but Malik could see right through her.

"I'll say it again, what do you want?" Malik demanded.

"Probably the same as you," Ingrid said fiercely. "The Dracula throne."

Malik smirked. "True, we both have the same goal."

"Which is why we should try and get Vlad out of the picture," She added.

"Me and you," He laughed. "He's the Chosen One."

"And half human," Ingrid reminded him. "He's weak because of that. We knock him out of the way and he won't be heir anymore."

"Even if I agreed, it wouldn't be easy," Malik pointed out. "And there is only one heir."

Ingrid shrugged. "Dad won't fall for your tricks as easily, so he'll give the throne to me."

"And if he doesn't?" Malik asked. "What if he can't decide?"

"Well," Ingrid paused. "It'll be me against you. I have no problem with that like Vlad would. Do you?"

"No," Malik admitted, if he could possibly get the throne then he was willing to do whatever it took. Then he could save his mother, or the other way, he could save her and then they could try for the throne again.

"I'll do it," he agreed. "But don't think for a moment I'm trusting you."

Ingrid laughed darkly. "I learnt not to trust you the moment I turned down Ramanga."

"Still not over that?" Malik said smugly.

"I'm way over it, you did me a favour. I got the seat without becoming that coffin loiterers personal washing machine." Ingrid spotted the look on Malik's face. "But I don't owe you a thing Malik, not after you didn't tell me the truth and led me on and then tried to destroy us."

"I can't believe you actually fell for me," Malik sniggered.

Ingrid scowled, unwilling to admit the truth. "I didn't, I just took a piece of advice from a fellow evil, twisted vampire. I still think you stink. You smell worse than our precious younger brother and he smells of breather all the time!"

Malik shook his head amused. "Whatever you say, Ingrid." He whispered teasingly as he passed her to go upstairs.

Ingrid frowned once he left. "That… that… gah!" She slid off the table and heard a loud noise like celebration from upstairs.

Ingrid shook her head and flitted upstairs to see what the fuss was about.

I hope that was okay, like I said I want to make this realistic. So there are some boundaries which other fics cross, but I don't because this is what is mean to have happened in the actual series in my head. Even though it didn't.

Thank you for reading and please review!

C

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