Young Dracula: Extra Outtakes

Hello everyone. I'm Charchisto, of course some of you know that from reading my previous stories.

Over the past two (ish) years I have written outtakes for every season of Young Dracula. Some of you may have noticed I am currently redoing/changing them.

Well, as I have gone through each episode (yes, I rewatched every episode as I wrote the outtakes) I have sometimes come up with ideas for more than one outtake. Sometimes I have come up with none, then had some incredible ideas months later.

That's what this is about, these are outtakes that I have not put into my season outtakes.

There is not a limit to the number I will be writing, which means the outtakes will be put on randomly. So do not expect daily updates like those that I did with season 5 because this is not really my priority now. I am focussing on redoing the old outtakes now.

Nevertheless, please read and enjoy. I will try and get round to this as much as possible and hopefully when I get all my other ideas done – haha, that might take some time because I have quite a few – then I can focus on this and have a minor story on the go at the same time.

We're starting with previous to episode 1 in season 1 because I came up with lots of outtakes for there. You could make a whole story – some people have (I saw a good one but the writer seems to have given up!), I might do it at some point – about it but for now the outtakes will do.

I don't own Young Dracula.

Flames – based before episode 1 of season 1

Vlad was wondering around the dungeon, alone. It wasn't a rare thing for him to do. In fact, it was practically a habit. Recently he had been distant from everything that he had, his family, his pet wolf... his things. They all reminded him of what he was, what he might one day become.

The dungeon was as damp as normal; the walls had the odd trickle of water running down them from either rain or leaks from the underwater springs. It made the place not as silent as it should have been, and that was reassuring. Hearing the dripping of water and his own feet, Vlad felt more at ease because there was the absence of the eerie silence that the castle usually gave out.

Still, there seemed something wrong. Normally this place felt still, but it felt like a forest that was silent. It felt wrong, like something was going to happen. It was like starting in the eye of a hurricane before the hurricane itself threw you off balance, and possibly killed you.

Vlad began to proceed at a greater pace. He knew these dungeons well, which he should after living here for almost twelve years, and so if there was something out of place here he would most likely spot it.

It took what felt like hours to get around to one of the torture chambers. Wide-eyed Vlad looked through an open door to see the table, which was for some kind of inexplicable torture, was on fire and had spread along the fire due to some form of spilt liquid.

"Bats," he muttered and began to sprint away. That fire was no natural occurrence. It was arson. There was no way a flammable liquid had been spilt unintentionally.

"DAD!" Vlad yelled as he ran up a flight of stairs. There was no response from his father. He checked his watch and cursed in Romanian under his breath, his Dad was probably out hunting. Ingrid, his sister, was probably in her room doing her makeup. Then there was Renfield, who was doing who knew what.

There was no help.

Vlad skidded to a halt as soon as he reached the throne room. He looked around fearfully, expecting someone to jump out at him. As he had ran he had run through explanations as to what may have caused the fire. There was only one viable, the villagers.

The dungeons had passages to the bottom of the hill to the local village. The villagers knew this, and so did Vlad. Vlad doubted anyone else did. That was what made what the villagers had done so impressive.

For centuries they had lived under Count Dracula's rule – even though he did not really rule, he just flapped around draining and terrorising people – and until now they had not attempted to kill him. It wasn't just the fact they had stood up that was the surprising part though, it was that they had come up with a plan that would likely succeed.

Vlad always planned and tried to make them work, so he appreciated a good plan when he saw one. Though this one was not one he was happy about because there was no easy way to get out of this one without alerting the villagers that they knew the castle was on fire.

Vlad had been pacing around for at least fifteen minutes when he father appeared out of thin air smoking slightly.

"Gah," The Count patted down his cape and began cursing in his native tongue.

Vlad frowned, watching his father. The fire must have spread through most of the dungeon by now.

"Dad..."

"Not now Vladdy, the flapping peasants have turned into a mob!"

Then it clicked. Of course, the villagers would start to storm the castle, it would ensure that they would not make it out and would burn to death.

"The dungeon is on fire!" Vlad said, frustrated and panicking. "The villagers are going to siege us within the castle and let us burn to death. What did you do to annoy them so much?"

"Nothing, nothing," his father said dismissively with a guilty look on his face.

"DAD..." The Count could see his son was going to lose his temper in a moment.

"I may have... drained the village elders. The Count muttered like a child admitting a wrongdoing.

"What?"

"They were being bureaubats! I had to make an example of them... to teach the others..."

"Well, you have definitely taught them something," Vlad snapped. "How to kill us! Blood and garlic, we are dust!"

"Language Vladimir," the Count said firmly. "Do not worry yourself. We will just leave."

"Leave?" Vlad's jaw dropped. "You have to be joking! We cannot leave. Ingrid would go mad, and so would everyone else in the family for that matter!"

"I do not care what they think Vladimir. Now go to your room and grab whatever you need. Travel light because we will need to be quick and stealthy."

Packing was not something Vlad was used to. He had barely been outside a ten-mile radius of the castle, so he never needed to pack, and whenever he did, Renfield usually did it for him.

Vlad grabbed his clothes and threw them into a suitcase, not making an effort to tidy them. He then grabbed his teddy bear from a high up shelf and his secret notebook and put them into his briefcase – a present from his grandparents emphasising their threat to have him go to a vampire boarding school.

He then bolted down the stairs and almost ran into his grandmother, Krone, at the bottom.

"Mind yourself boy," she said harshly.

Vlad stepped back, slightly fearfully. "Sorry,"

"Vampires do not apologise Vladimir," she chided. "So mind your manners."

Vlad didn't respond right away until he thought of something. "What are you doing here?"

"I am here to stop your father from making a fool of himself, even though he is one anyway."

Vlad scowled. "We have to leave. You can't stop us."

Krone glared at him, he eyes going a bloody red. "Your father said almost the same thing. You are too much like him. You need to be more a Westenra..."

"Yeah right," Vlad shoved past her, knocking her off balance and walked to where his father was. Renfield seemed to have worked a miracle and packed the most precious things. But Ingrid was nowhere in sight...

"Where is Ingrid?" Vlade asked concerned.

"Somewhere doing her makeup no doubt," The Count dismissed.

"We can't leave her behind Dad," Vlad knew exactly what he was saying, and then noticfed the place was warmer than usual. "This whole castle is going to burst into flames soon and we can't leave Ingrid to burn with it!"

"Why not, she is nothing but an annoyance!" The Count snapped.

"I will not allow, I will not allow my favourite grandchild to be a pile of ash." Krone flitted out.

"Stupid old bat," the Count muttered as Vlad muttered:

"Thank goodness."

"So Dad," Vlad paused. "How are we going to get out?"

"That is easy Vladdy, we fly!"

Vlad snorted slightly. "I'm not a vampire yet Dad! I cannot fly!"

"Shame," he muttered. "Well then we are all dust."

Vlad frowned thinking. "Maybe not."

"Great, so breather boy has come up with another useless plan!" Ingrid said frustrated. The ends of her hair had been singed slightly from them fleeing from the burning throne room to the garage. She had soot on her face and looked furious – which she was.

Krone had left as soon as Ingrid was safe. So they were all stuck in the garage with nothing but the view of a burning castle on one side and the peasant mob on the side of the hill down to the village on the other.

So far, they had been lucky. Renfield had most of their stuff into a lorry – including the Count's coffin -
and shipped away even though they had no way of knowing where they would end up. None of them had been hurt and the peasants were keeping a safe distance to ensure they did not get hurt but also so the Dracula's could not get out.

Vlad had a plan though, and it might just work.

"Ingrid, do not insult your brother like that!" The Count snapped. "Go on Vladdy, what is your plan?"

Vlad sighed and began to speak. "So we know the breathers are hunting Dad. The solution is simple for Dad to get away. He flies off, and ensures they see him go. Then we," Vlad gestured to himself, Ingrid and Renfield. "Get into the hearse and drive down and away from here while they are distracted."

"It's going to look a little suspicious us coming down from the castle," Ingrid pointed out, crossing her arms.

"Well, the villagers don't know about me and you Ingrid." Vlad pointed out. "We hide in the back, behind the curtains and Renfield can pull a 'Count Dracula held me hostage, please let me pass'. Then they will check he is human, find he is and let him go. No problem."

"That's a bad plan," Ingrid snapped.

"Better than you," Vlad said venomously back. "You have no plan."

"I say we go down fighting." She said.

"We'll all end up dead."

"We are dead!"

"You know what I mean!" Vlad said angrily his voice boomed, like his father's did sometimes. Ingrid was taken slightly off guard; in fact it shocked them all. Vlad had never shown any evidence of his powers coming through until now. "What about running away allows you to fight again?"

Ingrid paused and didn't say a word.

"I don't like running away either Ingrid. But we don't have a choice. I would rather fight but we will end up ash."

"Well said Vladdy," The Count said and put an arm around his favourite child. "Let's follow Vladdy's marvellous plan. We will meet at the next village and plan our next move from there."

He let go of his son and turned into a bat flying off.

Vlad watched silently, feeling that maybe... no not maybe, he knew that things were going to change now.

I was going to go further with this but I think I will do another outtake. Like I said, this could turn into a story someday but not yet. So the next outtake will be a continuation of this, in fact there may be a few previous into season 1 outtakes before we get to actual episodes.

Thank you for reading and please review!

C

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