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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. . .)

"They have arrived. . . Will you join me?" taking her hand and his, she felt 
that feeling again. The emptiness inside was gone as she had once again a 
purpose. She found herself wishing to help him more. Maybe even change him to 
grow less cold to the world as she once was. If he were to keep pursuing his 
ideal to corrupt her world by conquering it, they would never live happily. 
She would be alright if they never left the castle for the rest of their 
lives, her life. . . What she wanted was maybe something selfish, but she 
wished for something eternal. She wanted eternal happiness.

Seeing the nod, he held his hand out to her. Staring at the woman he loved, 
he couldn't help but put a smile upon his lips.

"We still have some time on our hands. Walk with me. . ." he whispered.

Chapter 19

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A Twist of Fate

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Nothing could compare to the happiness which came from a simple stroll in 
with him by her side. The sound of the ticking was soothing as it was calm 
and precise in its rhythm.

[*Have you fallen so far from your goal? Why have you not removed the girl?*]

Clutching his head, Carrie moved away in confusion as Malus pushed her gently 
aside.

*Who are you? Get out of my mind! I will not fall to ill tampering!*

[*I am you, you weak fool. Look how far you have fallen. I manifested from 
your unconsciousness, your desire to conquer this world of its pestilence has 
led me to creation.*]

"Malus, are you alright?. . ." Carrie whispered almost fearfully.

"Yes. . . Just wait for me, at the top. I have some business to attend to. . 
." he responded almost painfully stressed. It made the image more horrid then 
it looked with him grinding his teeth.

Unconvinced, she made slow steady steps towards him, and embraced him in a 
hug.

"Please tell me what's wrong?" she begged. Her eyes pleading as she was 
scared for him suddenly. Her soft voice pierced through his train of thought 
like a hot knife through butter, immediately snapping him out and looking at 
her.

Calming down, through steady breaths, Malus slowly stood up, eyes uncaring as 
he told her off plainly, almost as if yelling.

"Nothing is wrong! please await for me upstairs. I just need a moment to 
myself. . . To gather my thoughts. . ." His voice almost as chilling as the 
day she had first heard him speak.

She was terrified now with worry, as he never once raised his voice once at 
her that way in a long time. She with much reluctance, left him to his 
thoughts. Taking one last look at her love, he gave her a small smile by the 
tilting of his lips for reassurance, before she went on her way. A battle of 
inner battle ensued as the voice inside him hammered at his restraints.


[*Are you growing emotional? Then you can forget about your ideals! You have 
been corrupted by this girl. The filth of this world which you must rid it 
of.*]

With both hands clasped upon his head, he writhed in agony before he fought 
it back with the destruction of a portion of the wall he leaned on for 
support.

[*You think that is love you have for her? You are WRONG! Demons do not love! 
You exist for one reason, and one reason only. To purge the world of the 
light and plunge it into eternal darkness. Conquest. . . Conquest. . . 
Conquest. . . Conquest. . .!*]

Writhing in much more inner turmoil, Dracula collapsed to the ground as his 
eyes clamped shut to such an extent, that it made a horrid scene to whoever 
would have looked. The clocks around him ticking were driving him to madness.


*I am a conqueror?. . .* he found himself half questioning, half believing.

[*Your very existence is to conquer this world! You are taking too long as 
you are delayed by the girl's presence! Cleanse this world of its pestilence! 
To purify it in the way you see fit is your destiny, your purpose, your fate. 
. .*]

"I will take my time as I see fit! I will not let you plague me with your ill 
opinions! Nor do I need it!" Dracula shouted to nothing, but everything. The 
voice was getting stronger as he found himself turning, turning back into the 
monster that he was. Even though those words had left his mouth in defiance, 
his humanity was crumbling.

[*You are a conqueror. You will for the rest of eternity continue to climb a 
never ending staircase to an impossible goal! You will never be satisfied 
with what you have accomplished! That is the path which you have chosen! Kill 
all those who would oppose you! Kill all those who would become thorns, 
keeping you from your path to your ultimate desire! Your fate. . .*]

Slowly, the voice sounded more soothing to his ears, as the last of his inner 
defences were crumbled. The boy in him had once more been banished to the 
back of his consciousness. He would remain buried deep within as long as the 
true calling of Dracula remained. Dracula was reborn. . .

"I am a conqueror. . . No one shall stand in my path. . ." Slowly, but 
steadily Dracula was reborn, as sympathy was wiped clean from his mind. He 
was once more a demon, once more Count Dracula. Standing up, he released a 
relieved sigh.

"Malus?. . . Are you alright?. . ." whispered a feminine voice.

He knew who this was without turning to face her. This was the girl who had 
delayed him, an obstacle who had all but stopped his progress towards his 
goal. Opening his crimson eyes, he stared uncaringly back at her. The love 
was gone, in its place a cold exterior.

Pacing pass her, he motioned her to follow him up to the roof.

"Come, you wish to see the stars before y-We. . . go, do you not?" he gave a 
silent curse as he almost slipped his tongue. Giving her his signature smile, 
she didn't ponder much upon it. Malus had always been strange. . .


Upon ascension to the roof, they trudged over the thin layer of snow which 
had accumulated over time. They stopped once they reached the side, as they 
both stared out into the stars. It was a beautiful night. Carrie sat at the 
edge of the embarkment, dangling her legs over the empty space beneath, as 
she stared up at the stars above.

They didn't exchange words at all, as Malus seemed to be murmuring to 
himself. He was acting oddly compared to his normal routine which she had 
grown accustomed to. He would hold her hand, which he was not. He would 
converse with her about small things, which was also missing. This was enough 
for her to grow suspicious.

"Malus. . . You-. . ." Upon turning to face him, she found his hand extruding 
from her abdomen. A shocked look was clearly plastered upon her face, as he 
lifted her to hang mid air from the edge. She had not the strength to fight 
her fate. Just pain, and betrayal etched into her mournful crimson eyes.


Staring silently at each other timelessly, he dropped her wordlessly. Her 
tears sparkled in the moonlight, as they descended close behind along with 
her till she disappeared from his vantage point.

Striving back to his throne quietly, and without thought, he found himself 
staring back at the seat protruding before him. Not a single sound could be 
heard but the ones created by the ruffling of the kings cloak. As he stood 
there in reminiscence of the past and history, he found himself with a sense 
of emptiness which he could not describe.

"I should not be like this, with her plaguing my mind. What is this empty 
feeling. . . Is this, loneliness?. . ."

No answer to his question, as no one was there to answer it. Just himself in 
this god forsaken place which was his sanctuary, his haven.

A red tear rolled off his cheek, as it slowly made its way dropping suspended 
in mid drift, as it was the only thing moving as everything else seemed 
frozen in place. He watched it as it splattered to the carpet below, the 
small echo of its impact could be heard in the silence which only himself 
occupied.

"Is this truly what I have so desired?. . . What have I done?. . ."

Looking down, he saw his hands stained with her blood. The one he had sworn 
to protect. The one who he fell in love with.

[*She was the first to perish. do not think it will not end here, as your 
path is bathed in blood. The more you spill, the closer you'll come to 
realizing your goal. It is not so simple. . .*]

The pain was strong, every time Dracula would try to defy that voice. It was 
controlling him, manipulating him. Torturing his newly existing sanity, and 
restoring him back to his heritage. Carrie was no longer here to prevent it. 
. .

Devilishly he hauled himself up after a long motionless pause. Smiling 
sinisterly, he awaited the visitors to approach and meet their fate in his 
awaiting hands. . . They may not have been the first, but they also would not 
be the last to carve his path before him. Chuckling, he now waited for the 
mortals to present themselves if they deemed worthy enough. If not. . . He 
had other things scheduled to attend to.

Actrise smiled from the dark corner. It seemed the Dark Lord was back.

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End of Chapter 19

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Authors notes: The true calling of Dracula has reawakened in full and removed 
the boys emotions nearly, but not fully from him. Don't worry, Carrie is not 
dead. Just part of my plot. This is not an angst fic. Well. . . Not that 
angsty.