Castlevania: Dark Haven (Alternate Ending)

I give credit to the people who created Castlevania's bad Carrie ending. Now
I'm writing a version of the story which I wish was written out there or at
least finished. If you like, I'll continue.

"The strength of this evil surpasses even Dracula's foul aura. Malus. What 
are you?" Carrie asked while she refused to accept the truth before her.

"I did not expect you to defeat my servant. Such power." The blue haired, 
purple eyed Malus replied.

"Enough! Now you face the dark lord himself!" he continued with a tone 
of finale.

"What? Not Dracula? You?... The dark lord? Oh no!" Carrie replied when 
realization dawned upon her.

A bright light then enveloped Malus as he transformed into his true form. 
The unholy light was so bright, that Carrie had to look away. When it faded,
There stood an older, more intimidating Malus with longer blue locks. He 
was quite pale and his ears were longer. As the moonlight shined down 
upon his frame, he appeared more devilish. He brushed aside a few wisps
of hair to stare back at her which seemed to stare down into the depths 
of her soul.

"I, Dracula Vlad Tepes." With a stern voice.

Carrie then stood with the compassionate smile long gone and in its place
an unreadable expression.

"Why? I've learned that I can't trust adults, but now I find that I can't 
trust those around my age either? Was it all a lie? Did you use me just to 
amuse your self!"

Dracula, for the first time started smirking.

"Honestly, your such a naïve little girl that it was just so easy that it 
be a crime not to. You easily follow and trust a complete stranger with
blind faith. You are so gullible, that I just couldn't resist." He 
shrugged, as he found amusement as he saw her emotionless face before 
him. He chuckled a bit at that.

*So easily manipulated, yes...* he thought.

Just then, Charlie Vincent, self proclaimed nobody vampire hunter decided 
it was the perfect time to strike and threw a handful of holy water at 
Dracula, catching him by surprise.

Dracula burst into holy flames, as a scowl now marked his face.

Vincent stood triumphant on the opposite side of Carrie, behind Dracula 
as he took out a cross and waved it around for all to see in hopes to 
weaken the dark lord further.

"Take that you demon! Know that you will be vanquished by Charlie Vincent! 
You shall not leave this place in one piece!" Vincent spoke with a cocky 
tone. If only he knew that he had only irritated Vlad, but far from killed 
him.

"You worm! Know your place mortal! I'll crush you like the worm YOU ARE!" 
and with his right palm open, Vincent was not prepared for the vacuum which 
pulled him flying through the air and into Dracula's iron grasp upon his 
wind pipe.

"I tire of you." Vlad spoke in only a whisper which sent shivers down 
Vincent's flesh.

As he was about to end the mortals life here and now, a stern British 
looking man in a business suit arrived from thin air. Dracula raised an 
eyebrow at this.

"I would appreciate it if you release your victim, Dracula." He spoke.
What surprised Vincent was that he did after some reluctance.

Jumping back, Vincent flung the giant cross over his shoulder before 
him in a defensive position before thanking the new arrival as the dark 
lord crossed his hands.

"Thank you youth. But I had everything under control." Vincent assured 
the man. "But who are you?"

"My, what bad memories you have? I'm Renon. Even though you may not 
remember me. I'm sure you remember this." he spoke while taking out 
a paper contract.

"Yes, what about it?" he asked curiously, while keeping an eye on his prey.

"See here? You owe me your soul. It says here that if you should spend 
too much on wares which I sell or another demon, you are entitled to give 
me your soul. It's right here above the dotted line you see." As Renon 
pointed out in the unidentifiable demonic writing which no mortal or few 
could comprehend.

Even though his face may not have showed it, an eerie feeling was sinking 
through his mind. He only wanted to be as prepared as he could be against 
the dark lord when the time came, so he had spent much of his money until 
he was carrying almost too much to walk around. If he had known, he would 
never have signed a contract with a demon. They were sneaky as they were 
evil. They were also pretty smart, especially the ones that could talk. 
Because they could talk, they could think. He cursed himself for what he 
did, would become his undoing.

"I will never surrender to you lowly demons! Go back to the hell's in 
which you came and I'll let you live!" Vincent shouted, but inside he 
had a sinking feeling of what his reply was going to be. This was a 
demon he was dealing with.

Renon frowned at this, as his victim wasn't going to go willingly. But 
then after a second of thought, he smiled sinisterly. This was usually 
the way things went and he enjoyed what he did.

"I knew this would happen. That's why I'm here to reinforce this. We 
will have your soul, one way or another." And as he finished, he 
transformed into a creature of darkness from the very pits of hell.

Vincent panicked, and was about to defend himself from whatever 
onslaught this abomination on the mortal plain was going to pull. 
But it was a lost cause, as Dracula before a spectator and watching 
the events unfold, grasped Vincent from the back in place. Struggling 
was futile.

The floor beneath him began to open into a portal as hands of tortured 
souls and the damned reached out to pull Vincent to his fate. He had no 
choice but to accept his fate, and went screaming all the way to the very 
last second. The hands had pulled off flesh as it scrapped its newest 
victim down below.

A smile broke from Dracula as he waved goodbye to his old pal Renon from 
the underworld. He too vanished soon after with appreciation.

So distracted was he, that he forgot about the young girl behind him long 
enough that she had almost decapitated him from his body with her razor 
hoops.

The wound was not that deadly, as it sealed itself once more after a few 
seconds, but it would not go unpunished. He opened his palms once more 
but was caught off guard as he received a magical blast instead. His 
fingers smoking had left a shocked expression upon his face as he 
realized how worthy of an opponent was before him. This mortal would 
entertain him well.

*It would be a waste to let such power escape my grasp.*

"Such power. Join me and you shall live-"

"NEVER! I'll NEVER TRUST YOU OR ANYONE AGAIN!" was her reply thick with 
vengeance and hate.

She leapt at him with an energy blast charged in one hand and razor hoop 
in the other. Vlad reacted accordingly and dodged the hoop gliding to the 
left then teleporting away from the energy blast. As he finished she was 
already charging another one. This was getting too dangerous for his tastes.
 A worthy opponent was one thing, but one driven by such hate was a beautiful
thing, but it increased ones reflexes and caliber in battle. This one 
before him, was indeed a worthy opponent. As such, she was not to be 
taken lightly, or it would be his downfall. He dodged left and right 
and shot hellish flames from his palms, she ran around and leaping 
away from its path while charging yet another of her devastating orbs.

Finally she made a mistake and jumped right where Dracula appeared out 
of thin air and was clenched in his grasp while she remained struggling 
in mid air, trying with all her might to claw out of a grip which was not 
visible.

"I'll kill you yet!" Carrie shot out as she somehow managed to dispel 
whatever was keeping her in the air. She landed on her feet and prepared 
to hurtle another of her specialties, but was caught off guard as Dracula 
appeared before her and clenched both hands in one, making attacking 
impossible.

"You try to kill me the dark lord by yourself, but a Belmont you are not. 
What hopes do you worm have, against one such as I? I am a GOD on the
mortal plain! You are beneath me. Your fate I shall decide."

Tears burst from Carries eyes as she realized she had lost, and was at 
the mercy of the one which she had sworn to kill, Dracula.

*Mother I have failed you. I will be coming soon.* her thoughts 
wandered.

She still burned with determination, even though things looked grim, 
she still had a fire in her crimson eyes.

*Such determination, such will. Just like Lisa.* Vlad thought.

Their eyes met, as crystallized red met tainted purple.

*Was that recognition I spotted in his eyes? Could it be. Malus!* the 
naïve girls train of thought plunged.

"Malus, I know your still there! Don't let him control you!" she cried 
with desperation.

"."

"Please! I know you can hear me! Malus! Malus!!! Don't let him use you 
like he did me! Fight him! Please!"

Vlad then began to loosen his grasp upon Carrie and clenched his head 
with both hands as he appeared to have an inner struggle of control over 
the body. As Carrie watched, she stood back and prepared to end it if
her hopes proved wrong.

As Vlad started curling into a ball upon the floor, another bright 
light enveloped him. A look of relief but suspicion replaced Carrie as 
Malus reverted back to the body of a child.

She took a step back as Malus began to stir and get up. A look of 
confusion was plastered upon his delicate face.

"Malus?"

Malus looked toward to voice and saw Carrie. "Carrie? Is that you? What 
happened? Where am I?"

A sigh of relief appeared on her eased face.

"Don't worry, let's get out of here."

*I better not tell him of Dracula. It's best if he did not find out. He 
is too young to be burdened by ill thoughts of what he possesses. I've 
grown up so much over the few days after I arrived. I'm glad it's all over.*

The sun was rising as they left the crumbling draw bridge of the once 
ominous castle. It was strange in the fact that the castle didn't seem 
to totally crumble away. The two walked upon a dirt path in the forest 
of silence. Monsters no longer inhabited the area, which eased Carrie a 
bit. As they began to walk and make light conversation out of the 
tainted castle, Malus spoke what was in his heart.

"Carrie?" they both stopped and she turned around to face him.

"Yes?"

"When we get back to the village, will you marry me?" Malus asked with a 
serious tone.

"What?" Carrie replied with a look of surprise.

"Please say you will! Please say you will be my bride!" "I will protect 
you with my life! I'll love you always!"

"You will do that? For me?" Carrie responded with a feeling of warmth as 
she pointed lightly upon herself.

"This is so sudden, we're too young!" she continued even though she had 
feelings for the boy.

"So when we grow up, then we will be married?"

"Hmm. Maybe."

"Please! I need you to promise me now!" he replied pleadingly.

"Okay, when you grow up, I will be your bride. Is that okay?" she asked, 
suddenly finding her feet most interesting to look at.

A dark look replaced Malus's once innocent face.

"Good. We now have a binding contract."

*Your mine now!*

"What did you say? Malus?" Carrie replied, hoping her ears were 
playing tricks on her.

End of Chapter 1