Young Dracula Season 5: Outtakes

I am starting to lack motivation unfortunately. It's nothing to do with you all, you've all been fabulous. I have a headache at the moment and headaches aren't good when writing. It may develop into writers block, but I doubt it because I have planned out all but six outtakes. But if I suddenly stop publishing it means my headache has got so bad I can't write, so don't worry. It'll pass, it just means I'll have to have a week off writing.

This outtake is kind of like the last 'between' one in a way because it's about the Count, but will have Renfield in it too. I was going to do on Talitha, but given the last one was on her I decided against it. I also thought of doing on Roquelaire, but I decided against that too because I think its better left until welll, I explain in my acknowledgements...

I don't own Young Dracula.

Property Ladder – based between episodes 8 and 9 of season 5

Technology never had been the Count's forte, but then again it wasn't Renfield's either. To the Count, technology was for the younger generation like Vlad and Ingrid – who definitely had embraced it. It was a passing fad which would end as quickly as it started.

Nevertheless, the fact that neither the Count nor Renfield could use any form of technology other than the telephone was causing some serious problems.

Since Warnock had computerised the High Council, there had been a rippling effect in the vampire world. Simple matters such as communication had gone from letter writing to email in a matter of weeks.

It didn't make sense, why were vampires embracing technology now? They hadn't embraced it for hundreds of years, why should they embrace it now?

Then again the development of technology had caused some serious problems in the vampire world, more vampires had been getting dusted and now it was only the peace treaty that stopped them from launching an all-out assault.

Given that, the Count was convinced that the drop in vampire numbers recently was due to the slayers attacking secretly without prorogation. This was why the peace treaty needed to be cancelled when Vlad turned eighteen, because then Vlad could just obliterate them. Of course till then Vlad was stuck without his powers and unable to do anything to stop anything.

The Count was attempting to get an estate agent to look over the house to sell to fellow vampires, but getting one was harder than he thought. With everything now done through the internet, the only way was to email the people. Their phone lines were always full with the tradition vampires – like the Count – calling and refused to meet face to face before he contacted them properly first.

They were even starting to ignore his letters.

Five years ago, the Count faced a similar issue. Getting a new home away from Transylvania. But he decided to buy it off breathers because he believed it would be simpler.

He couldn't have been more wrong. So he got Vlad to choose and do all the work for him, the Count felt it showed that he had confidence in his son.

But now… could he ask his son to do the same again? The Count doubted it, but it was worth a try.

"Vladimir!" The Count yelled. Usually Vlad would speed travel into the room, but because of his powers fading he couldn't do that.

Vlad came in about two minutes later, looking like he hadn't even bothered to rush to the throne room.

"What have I done wrong now?" Vlad demanded crossing his arms.

The Count shook his head at his son. "I need you to do me a favour."

"Uh oh," he said frowing. "You must be really desperate to come and ask me to help you. Especially given you know my powers are failing."

"You don't need your powers to do what I want," the Count said calmly.

"Makes a change," Vlad muttered. "Fine, what do you want?"

The Count almost cringed, flashing back to months ago. Vlad said those exact words when his evil reflection took over and the Count fangcuffed him to a chair. Clearly, Vlad was more like his reflection than he admitted or in a bad mood...

"I need you to find a vampire estate agent to get rid of this house." The Count said.

Vlad laughed. "I'm not doing that!"

The Count scowled at him. "Don't you argue with me boy."

"I'm not arguing," he said. "Just stating a fact. I… am… not… doing… it. Do I need to spell it out?"

His father shook his head angrily. "Vladimir…"

"I don't want to leave this country Dad," Vlad snapped before his father could finish his sentence. "If we move then I will never be able to see Mum and George, and I would like to see them at least one more time."

"You're being selfish,"

"I'm a vampire, I'm meant to be selfish." Vlad pointed out. "I'm not leaving, which means I'm not helping. Unless you have good reason for us all to leave."

Vlad raised his eyebrows at his father, challenging him.

The Count almost cringed, he knew Vlad should know about the Magister Maleforicorum. But couldn't tell him, because then he might report it to the High Council thinking they might be able to help.

"I just think it's best for all of us," he told his son.

"Well," Vlad paused. "I'm not helping then. You don't have a valid reason to leave Dad. If you want to leave after my eighteenth and I've gone, that's your business. But until then I'm not leaving, and I bet Ingrid and Malik won't either. I'm sure you can wait the short time between now and when I turn eighteen."

Vlad walked out.

"Bats," the Count muttered. "Renfield!"

The manservant rushed in.

"What took you so long?"

"Sorry Master," he gasped. "I've been trying to dispose of all the bread around the house."

"Well just leave it for now," the Count snapped. "Vladdy is refusing to help me sell this house. I need you to find a…. computer. Then use it to contact the estate agents so we can get out of here before the evil box destroys this place!"

"There are no computers in Garside," Renfield pointed out. "Elizabeta destroyed the only one we had."

"Well fine one then," the Count snapped.

Renfield began searching the house, and then remembered that he never bothered to clean Ingrid's room when the Open House session was going on in.

In fact Ingrid and Malik had locked themselves in there for quite some time… like they were hiding something.

Renfield walked up the stairs and knocked on Ingrid's door. She didn't answer.

He burst in to find on her desk was a computer.

Renfield was a quick learner, everyone who knew him knew that. It was the main reason the Count kept him alive and how he managed to get so many chores done.

Renfield managed to contact the agency just like he should have and was told someone was going to come round.

Unfortunately, he was being watched the whole time by a young child.

The agent that was sent, was sent back to the agency… a pile of dust in a plastic bag. Instead, someone else showed up at Garside, a devious plan to destroy the Dracula's in mind.

That turned out better than I expected. I hope it was okay for you all. My headache has gone too for now, so I can carry on!

Thank you for reading and please review!

C

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