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Castlevania: Dark Haven (Alternate Ending)

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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.

Note: If you are a Carrie Fan and want more stories on her, go to CFAS 
(Carrie Fernandez Appreciation Society). It can easily be located on yahoo by 
searching Carrie Fernandez.

(Previously. . .)

Picking the girl up slowly, as if she were made of delicate glass, he held 
her against his chest. Regarding the holy cross she had been mourning on, he 
snapped his fingers as he began to liquefy with Carrie in arms before 
mystifying.

A white rose rested beside the carnations upon the grave.

Chapter 15

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Masks of Deception

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Actrise was not a happy camper at all. Lord Dracula had not been acting 
himself lately. Looking through the concrete walls as if they were 
transparent, she saw quite clearly what was happening on the other side and 
didn't like it at all.

The girl had become the master's new favorite little toy, as it was apparent 
by the way he acted around the girl. Even though he did everything the same 
way she had remembered him to, he seemed to do them only half heartedly.


It was aggravating that she could never find a long enough opportunity to do 
with the girl. Death had made certain to that. She'd have to be more devious 
and underhanded to rid of the filth that was always on her master's mind.


Pondering over her courses of action, she smiled sinisterly. The girl was in 
her way, taking away the masters affection. She just had an ingenious plan, 
and it would surely awaken Dracula from his dilemma to allow him to see 
clearly for what the girl was once more. Only a mortal made of flesh and 
blood, nothing more than livestock to their kind. It was strange why she had 
not been bitten or turned yet. . .

Making her leave, she would set the stage. Why not include all the mortal 
visitors that she had been warned of as well and do with them in one foul 
swoop? All of them deserved to die and share the same fate. . . Chuckling, 
she left.

"So much to do, so little time."

(In Carrie's Room)

She was sleeping soundly, as he watched over her. Having the time to admire 
her up close, she looked like a fallen angel with the candle lights 
flickering off her form. Dracula had no doubts in his mind that she was a 
piece of art. Great power possessed by a cute little girl. Cute in a scary 
way when you were to add the color of her eyes.

She could disperse this image regardless, if she were to smile honestly. But 
she looked as if she had forgotten how to smile from long ago.

Her wordless pleads had not been heard, and had led to the current 
predicament.

He could not explain this emptiness he held inside, every time she was not 
near. Only when she was, it would give peace of mind.

When he had read the hastily scribbled letter of her whereabouts, he was 
quick to exit after her. Maybe out of worry, but luckily he did.


Staying close to her, he admired her sleeping form, as her petite mouth was 
slightly open. A few wisps of hair had caught the corner of the entrance. 
Delicately, he removed them from their constraints, and back to the heavy 
moss of hair behind.

Watching a while longer, she was beginning to stir and no doubt would wake 
soon. It would be wise not to leave her this time before she awoke. He would 
need to break her of the prison she was held in. Just another pitiful thing 
that made mortals inferior, self put barriers. His legion of demons and 
undead needed no such feelings, no empathy, or any kind of sympathy.

That was what made them so great. They would follow his commands in blind 
faith, and give their life if need be with no questions asked. What need they 
of fear since they were already dead?

Under any other circumstances, he would have just left her to die, as she 
might have been more useful to him dead, than alive. But every time he would 
try for her neck, he would find himself sickened, even though he knew he 
shouldn't be. Rubbing his head, he was just in time to see Carrie opening her 
eyes to him.

First looking around confused, she acknowledged she must have been brought 
back, but by who? Could it be Malus?

It didn't take long for the looming figure to her side just sitting there, on 
a wooden chair by her bedside.

Smiling at him. Smile smile! Always smile! Only when you smile they won't 
suspect anything. He didn't like what he saw for he knew it was but an 
illusion. A clever trick to deceive him. He made his displeasure known.

"Enough of the charades girl." In the dark voice she was accustomed to when 
he was serious.

Her mask faltered for a bit before remolding itself in an instant. It was all 
he needed to continue.

"W-what are you talking about?" She feigned ignorance. Her stuttering 
furthered the image of her lie.

Unable to restrain himself from out right strangle her in frustration, he 
settled instead for standing from his chair to eye down upon her.

"No more fun and games. I heard you quite clearly out there while you were 
pathetically mourning in the cold snow. You have no need to act before me 
anymore."

The entire time, he was eyeing her critically, as to see any changes in her 
expression. An uncomfortable pause ensued as her mind processed his words.


Tilting her head beneath his view, her expression grew dark as she looked as 
if she were about to cry, but not quite.

"You know. . ." she whispered, not quite loud enough for listeners, but 
enough for him to hear it. Her secret was no longer safe. The last thing she 
ever wanted was the man that held her growing affections to mock her. It 
would prove to be too much for her to handle if he were to continue to 
counsel her.

Wordlessly he lay on the bed and stretched. This would be the most reluctant 
thing he'd ever done in his entire existence. Once he was comfortable, and 
Carrie was lost in her own world, he brought an arm around her neck, as he 
guided her head on top of his chest where he lay. Confusion at what was 
happening snapped her wide awake as she stared at her captor in wonderment. 
It was hard from the angle she was at, but she never stopped squirming.


Tightening his grip upon the stirring girl, he sighed and spoke soft and 
soothingly. It was something he was not accustomed to, but necessary by what 
he emotions were telling him. An irritation it was, but useful under the 
circumstances.

"Your not alone now. Just go to sleep and be done with it. . ."

He was never good with comforting words, and it was the best he could manage 
without insulting the ones he talked to too much. . .

*I wonder if I'm going soft? I haven't been myself as of late. . .*

Hearing Malus's voice calmed her state of mind a bit. Once she learned she 
could do nothing, she gave up. She still had a cold and sneezed now and then 
as proof of her brush with death, so it would be imperative that she rested 
assuring herself. Her pillow was cold and irritating her condition, but none 
the less it was comfortable. Malus was being so considerate, that she found 
herself bulging in joy as she lay there. Snuggling up against his chest 
further, she slept peacefully for the rest of the day.

Reluctantly, he too found the action undeniably satisfying. Left to wander in 
his thoughts with all the time to kill on his hands, he smiled. She was 
blossoming to what he had once so desired. He had only needed to give her a 
small push in that direction, and had ended up thus far. Even if it was a sin 
for his kind to feel bad about such things, he did.

His emotions were constantly changing every time he thought differently. It 
was too new to him for him to control. If it could be controlled. . . If not. 
. . He wouldn't dwell too much upon it.

(Elsewhere, in Wallechia)

"So Count Dracula is rumored to reside in that castle there. . . Correct?" 
The silver haired man asked for confirmation.


"Yes fellow travelers. But you mustn't lower your guard when you enter the 
cursed land. Many have gone, but none have returned." Replied the elder. A 
short man, but wise with age. The group could tell by the sincerity of his 
warning.

Leaving under the moonlight outside to a secluded area, they spoke away from 
prying ears.

"I shall be making my leave once we reach the castle. . . I have business 
that needs my attention. . . That would aid in our quest."

"Will you be alright venturing by yourself Zander? I could send Alex or Jun 
to go with you." Replied the designated leader in concern. He knew Zander was 
strange, and a bit tinged to the dark side, but a good man at heart none the 
less. He was a good judge of character, as he had never judged wrong before.


"My business will not take long, as I will be back with you before you know 
it. Do not concern yourself about my welfare." The night covered his dark 
smile all too well to make out.

*I'll be fine by myself alright. . . You should be worrying more about 
yourself. . .*

Looking at the shapely moon, he put on a mask once more for its viewers. The 
night was still young.

"Let us feast tonight in preparation of the ordeal tomorrow. We would sleep 
better relaxed, then nervous of the upcoming event." Spoke Zander.


Everyone nodding in agreement, they began walking to one of the more famous 
restaurants in the village.

*Feast now my companions, for tomorrow you all die. . .* With that thought, 
he gave a genuine smile for all to see. Those around him thought he was 
looking forward to the meal ahead, but how wrong they were. . .

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End of Chapter 15

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Authors Notes: Next chapter, I'll have the adventurers arrive. I think I've 
had enough character development to make the story go in the direction I wish 
it to.