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.

Chapter 2 Hero's destiny

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

He smiled back at her then with eyes unreadable.

*I thought he looked a bit different. Maybe it was just my imagination.*

The two continued to trudge through the thick forest of silence with Malus 
in the lead. She had recalled him saying he was from one of the local 
villages. The silence between them was very apparent now. The journey 
continued in relative silence as a word was not spoken. Both just
enjoying each others company. It was not such a lonely walk when Carrie 
first arrived. Now, Malus was here with her. She felt a sense of 
completeness at last.

Dracula was dead for another 100 years, but she quickly felt saddened 
that she could no longer return to the village which she once called home.

Memories of the villagers calling the Fernandez family line monsters 
for only possessing a power which they did not have had them burnt at 
the stake. If they learned of her power or of who had defeated Dracula, 
what would they do to her? Would she suffer the same fate as well?

Malus, noticing this, comforted her with his own delicate hand over hers, 
reassuring her to rest at ease. Just looking at his wonderful face made her
shine with happiness once more.

*If he is with me, I shall be happy.*

So caught up in her little world that she did not notice that they had 
finally arrived as Malus stopped and turned around.

"Well enough playing charades. It's time to pay your end of the bargain, 
as you have promised. Carrie." With arms held out as if presenting her to 
her new home.

She looked up and saw the castle. Dracula's castle. An omen.

Her intuition proved true. If only she had listened to that nagging voice 
at the back of her head. Taking out her rings, she took a defensive stance. 
Tears weld in her eyes as a whirlwind of emotion possessed them. Most 
dominantly, betrayal once more.

"You monster! How could you lead me on! I shall vanquish you in the name of 
my family!" she shouted with such conviction, it leaved little doubt of its 
sincerity. But alas, as she sprinted and approached Malus, her body refused 
to follow what she ordered. Her body was not responding!

"Tisk tisk. We made a contract, you are mine now. Feel honored that you may 
serve me and that you may live."

"When did I ever make a contract with you?! I would never do such a thing 
with a monster like you!" was her reply.

"When you promised me, that is when we made a binding contract. You will 
be mine for eternity and a day." with a smug smile, he returned to his 
true form.

She continued to struggle, but it was no use.

"Quick struggling, the binding contract will prevent you from harming me. 
You are no longer a threat to me. Come now, and embrace your fate!"

Slowly she approached Dracula with much reluctance as her will battled the 
actions of her body. It was clear which side was the victor as she stood 
before Dracula's form.

Bending over to eye level, he spoke. "Now be a good girl and stop this 
senseless fighting. You should be in my gratitude for sparing your life."

Carrie spat at him.

"I would welcome death! Before I would ever betray humanity! I would be 
lying to myself otherwise! Your evil sickens me!"

Wiping the liquid away, Vlad backhanded her where she tumbled to the floor. 
A small trickle of blood escaped her mouth.

As he approached her, he was stopped mid way by a lashing whip which 
emanated the sense of caution towards Dracula.

Like it is with all tales, the hero arrived in the nick of time. A 
blond haired man wearing fur coat, with blond hair had descended into 
the fray from the castle gates.

"Dracula! Your sins are beyond the grace of God! Your reign of terror 
shall end!" spoke Reinhardt Schneider while preparing for another attack.

"A Belmont!" spat Vlad with venom and volume enough to wake the dead.

*I can smell it in his blood. *

"Are you alright miss?" Rein concerned spoke for Carrie's welfare over 
his shoulder. But yet, he kept his one eye upon the vampire before him. 
Sizing him up, as he did to him as well.

"Yes. But I cannot aid you for he has put a curse upon me."

"Do not worry milady. Leave it to me! I shall send him back to hell, 
where he belongs." With arms in the ready stance, he charged in a 
completed attack pattern with sword and whip used in more than 1 way 
acting as defense as well.

Dracula scoffed at this, as he readied himself and his hands grew to a 
lengthy 4 feet claw like fingers. They were as lethal as they looked but 
served another purpose. As Rein swung his blade, it was met with a quick 
parry by his opponent's claws. Leaving no chance for an opening, he then 
swung out with his special whip which managed to nick Dracula as he took 
a risk lunging towards him. First blood was drawn.

"You possess the bloody vampire killer, worm." Vlad retorted in a 
statement, as blood trickled down his pale face. That weapon was the 
curse to his kind. Made to kill vampires like the name it was given.

The battle continued as this time, Dracula started fazing in and out 
of view while shooting hellish flames which charred the hero even 
though he blocked them with the flat of his sword. As Rein focused, 
he was able to see a pattern between locations of his opponent. He 
gave it a try and threw a cross at him while instantly after he threw 
his blade to the left with all his might, where he predicted him to go.

"Your finished!" And with that shout, Dracula dwelled upon the meaning 
of his words, but realization dawned too late.

Time seemed to slow as Dracula reappeared exactly there and cursed 
himself for his predictability, as it was too late to react. His 
mind may have seen it coming, but his body was not so fast to respond.

With mighty speed, the sword plunged deep into Dracula's chest and 
he went on his knees with both hands grasping the hilt.

Carrie released a sigh of relief.

Rein walked over to Dracula as he slumped to the ground, like a corpse. 
It look of pain upon his face, but soon gone was that, and a calm 
expression remained. It was as if he had drifted to sleep, but would 
surely never wake up. It was the sleep which never ends. Death had 
become him.

With a released breath which he didn't know he was holding, Rein spoke 
in relief "I have slay the Dark Lord. He is, no more."

Looking at the still figure, he felt at ease. It was finally over. 
He turned his back and started walking back towards the young woman 
to give assistance.

*Such simple minds, I have learned from my mistakes from the past.*

And with that thought, Dracula threw open his bloodshot eyes while his 
cape came to life and pursued, wrapped around the surprised Rein's eye 
sight. Shocked was Carrie as her savior clawed desperately to return his 
vision and hope that the slowly ascending Lord would not recover in time 
to play the final blow.

Just as soon as he ripped the cloth off his frame and returned his vision 
did he see Dracula in all his glory plunge his claw like arm into his 
chest and through his back.

"I have you NOW!" Dracula responded as he embraced and admired the look 
of utter shock on his enemies face.

"Know your place, human! Such primitive weapons cannot defeat me! Rest 
assured and ascend to heaven where you belong, BELMONT!"

With a twist of his arm, Dracula encumbered his arm with intestines as 
he pulled free his claw-like hand. Rein dropped down in a puddle of his 
own blood defeated.

"Damn you. Demon!" cried Carrie.

Fresh blood was still dripping down Vlad's hand. Smirking, he looked 
unaffected by her outburst.

"On a day like this, I crave for blood."

Blood drained from the soaking wet Rein's face on the ground.

*I have failed my ancestors. I'm sorry Rosa.*

"Well, it's time to die. I've been starving lately. I hope you quench 
my thirst."

And slowly Dracula descended upon the blonde mans neck with fangs showing 
in anticipation. A quick painless death ensued of Reinhardt as the last 
speckles of his life essence left him with nothing but a corpse of his 
former self.

"Why? why must you be so evil?" in barely a whisper Carrie spoke.

"It was not my fault that every century, his bloodline would be the ones 
chosen to hunt me down. It was his destiny. It was their fate to die by 
my hands. You can't win them all. I have not grown senile with age, but 
wiser." He shrugged.

Carrie gave a thought about that, but was quickly blinded again by rage 
and then head held low in helplessness.

Looking over the horizon, Dracula saw the sunrise quickly approaching upon 
them. He would have to make haste back into his coffin. It was not that he 
feared the sun, for he was relieved of that weakness all the other low 
class vampires which served under him had. But that did not stop the 
weakening of his dark powers if he were to stay out was not in his liking. 
Light and darkness just don't mix for him.

"Come now, it's time to fulfill the contract." And with an arm extended 
towards her, he smiled.

End of Chapter 2