This fic follows season 4, so cast aside what you know from season 5, there shall be no half-human plot in this story or Talitha. I may take some inspiration from some season 5 details but only those that make sense to the new plot I am creating.

I thoroughly enjoyed season 5 however it seems clear that BBC had to make Young Dracula more child friendly after the almost drastic turn of season 4. While season 5 does make some sense, this fanfic to me is a more logical season 5 concept that keeps the darkness of season 4 flowing and ties up what has happened.

Before we begin, I just want to say thank you to everyone in the fandom for their ideas and their fanfics that have inspired me to write this. I have drafted out the whole plot of this fan fiction so it will be finished in time!

Ok you can read the story now!

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'We both have power, it's not the same thing. It's how you use it that counts'

Ingrid arrived at the door of her first vampire high council meeting with Vlad's words echoing in her mind. Words that had been said almost a month ago and that she had found laughable at the time. They stood in front of her like a barrier, a warning from her dear brother about how to proceed. Ingrid wasn't worried, she knew she was born for this but her brother had a way of playing on her mind. While his actions were often miscalculated, his words tended to hold wisdom beyond his age. Ingrid rolled her eyes at annoyance towards her baby brother.

She stood still as she appeared to take in her surroundings. The ominous, carved spruce door marked the beginning of her supporting role on the Grand High Council. It was a chance for her to prove herself and not live in her brother's shadow. A chance to show her brother the right way to use power.

Flicking her hair over her shoulders, Ingrid placed her hand on the intricate metal knob and opened the door. 'I won't make the same mistakes you have' she muttered to herself as the doors swung open and she stepped inside, smirking with pride.

Sat around a narrow rectangular table were all the members of the high council deep in conversation about artefacts. Only two chairs remained empty, one at the head of the table and another next to the head of security, Roquelaire.

Roquelaire's hand gestured towards the empty chair next to him, his calculating eyes studying Ingrid's smirk. 'Welcome' he said. Ingrid smiled back with curiosity, not expecting to be welcomed so soon. The other members turned to face Ingrid, giving her a range of polite nods before returning back to their conversation.

Ingrid tried to engage with the artefact discussions but found it terribly boring, was this truely where she was going to prove herself?

Before she fell asleep in boredom, the spruce doors opened again, this time for the other Dracula. Vlad stepped in with confidence but also an air of unbotheredness. He coldly walked past the council members to the head of the table where he swiftly sat down. All conversations had stopped and every member was staring their leader in the eyes. While Ingrid was confident that most of the vampires in the room - if not all of them - disliked Vlad, they did show him the utmost respect.

'What have we been discussing then?' he quickly remarked. Ingrid knew that tone, Vlad seemed to be in a rush, but why?

Morgan, the leader of the high council, sitting by Vlad's right side responded promptly, 'Our Artefacts'.

'Thrilling. What else is on today's agenda?' Vlad responded with a lack of interest.

'Recognising our new member' Morgan replied.

Vlad scanned the members on the table until his eyes landed on Ingrid. Ingrid wondered if Vlad had even realised she was in the room until now. With a slight uneasy smile, he made eye contact.

Keeping his eyes firmly on Ingrids he asked 'Did you decide on what role to give her?'.

Ingrid almost shivered, Vlad was addressing her like she wasn't even in the room. This was not exactly how she planned her first meeting to go, she felt worthless.

'For now, we thought it would be useful for Ingrid to observe and learn our ways. In time, I am sure we will find a useful place for her on the council.' Hack, head of resources, responded.

All the other vampires in the room nodded and Vlad smiled, finally breaking eye contact with his sister.

'That will be all then' Vlad responded. 'Welcome Ingrid'

'Welcome Ingrid' they all chanted in response.

Vlad stood up.

'Vl-' Morgan responded but before he could even finish Vlad's name, he was out of the room.

As much as Vlad loved and would always protect his sister, he could never fully trust her. She always had ulterior motives and having her on the council gave her more opportunities to get in his way. However, Vlad did find excitement from the fact that Ingrid would very quickly realise how boring the council meetings are and understand his lack of care for them.

Arriving back in his room at Garside, Vlad reached under his couch for his hidden supply. Ever since he had turned Erin, Vlad's thirst became more and more uncontrollable and avoiding blood became impossible. Biting Erin had given Vlad a rush of power, he had never felt stronger, more in control, more powerful than ever. His vision was clearer, his thoughts less foggy and life was just easier. Therefore, Vlad had been sneaking blood from his dads cellar, into his room, ever since. He knew one day he would eventually get caught, but for now, he had been doing it under everyone's noses. Vlad felt guilty that he was breaking the promises to himself but this was outweighed by how he felt, it was such a rush. Anyways, he wasn't exactly killing or turning people, he was just raiding his dad's store that would have been drunk either way.

Opening the bottle that he had just grabbed, Vlad lifted it to his mouth and swallowed. Gulp after gulp until 20 seconds later, the whole bottle was drained. Vlad felt the blood radiating through his body, creating enjoyable prickling sensations over his skin and making him feel incredibly powerful. Placing the bottle down, Vlad noticed the latest copy of the vampire times was on his desk. Vlad swiftly set the bottle on fire to destroy it and picked up the copy that Reinfield must have left for him. On the front page was a huge picture of his face with the title 'Chosen One turns 18 soon!' an article Vlad decided he would read shortly. Underneath was a smaller image but one that took him by surprise. The image was of Erin and Malik, supposedly in Paris with the title 'Savage Seine Attacks'. It read:

Over the last week, over 25 bodies have been spotted floating down the once romantic Seine in Paris, France. Locals have been horrified, at first believing they were art pieces, part of some protest. It has come to our attention that Malik Vaccaria and Erin Noble, known enemies to the Chosen one, arrived in Paris around the same time that these attacks started. A local told us 'It is wonderful to witness the destructive nature our kind possesses, particularly when enacting revenge, however, our city does not deserve it to be this obvious to the breathers, it will scare them away!' Vlad slammed the paper down and reached for a second bottle, the effects of the previous one quickly wearing off and his rage increasing.