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.

*Maybe it won't be so bad.* her thoughts wandered as she basked in the 
cheerful atmosphere created by the two of them.

Chapter 4 A test of sorts

Everything was going according to plan. This girl before him was finally 
accepting her fate by his side. Once he finished calming the girl with a 
few extra seconds with his presence, he shooed her off to the guest room 
next door. As she received instructions, she seemed to have a happier 
demeanor now. Lost, was the sad expression, which made him all the happier.

As she walked toward his chamber door to leave, she seemed to have an 
extra skip to her steps which was unnoticed before. Dracula smiled at 
that. When they were willing, they were much more useful peasants. 
Dracula scowled in disgust at the thought of comparing Carrie with a 
lowly peasant. But then, did it not take peasants to build a kingdom?

He left his thoughts at this, as he slept the day in with his coffin 
lid closed above him.

As Carrie entered the exuberant hallway once more, she felt at peace. 
Dracula was not as mean as she had once thought. He didn't always seem 
to act like in fairy tales, as the pinnacle definition of what evil was 
all the time. With a sigh, she looked for that guest room she had been 
told. She hadn't slept well lately, as she was up all night battling 
vampires and werewolves and. you get the picture. It was probably around 
8am now.

She quickly spotted a door which was labeled in English, [Guest Room].

*This must be the room.* she though to herself.

As she approached, the letters seemed to twist and formed new words, 
[Carrie's Room]. These things no longer surprised Carrie, compared to the 
more "Dark" things which occurred during her stay here the last few days. 
Grasping the golden handle and turning, she opened the wooden door.

The room was 8 by 8 meters, with 1 master bed smack in the middle. The 
walls were made of a glistening oak, while the carpets same as everywhere 
else in the castle, blood red. A large round mirror rested on the wall to 
the left, above a nicely expensive looking desk with make up on top of the 
counter.

This was quite a site to behold to her, as to how he treated his close 
"Guests". But she was dead tired, and dirty from her ordeal to notice much, 
except her new sleeping place. She just climbed into bed, but got off with 
as she noticed her current predicament with a sigh of distaste.

She was dirty, and she only saw it now. Disrobing her soiled dress, 
leaving her in only her bra and panties, she got back under the covers. 
She even disarmed her secondary weapon, the rings. What need did she have 
of them now, if just outside it was bright as day. Next to that, this was 
Dracula's castle, and she was at his mercy. What perils could be worse than 
the Dark Lord himself?

The bed was more comfy then she had expected, and she embraced one of the 
many pillows as if it were a teddy bear. She snuggled cutely, innocent 
looking, like all children do.

Warmth spread through her body as sleep claimed her. A pleasant look 
replaced her, as she drifted off.

(Early evening)

Eternal bliss she would call it, as she slept liked a log. But all good 
things must end, as someone had decided to tick off her danger sense. The 
face that whoever it was that did so, was already upon her with it's hands 
brushing away a few wisps and locks of hair from her face.

She prepared to show vengeance to whoever would disturb her from her 
beauty sleep, until the voice of the mysterious offender rang a bell in 
her mind.

"Such innocence you radiate. Admiring you now, is my favorite past time. 
Wake up soon, sleeping beauty. Your master beckons you."

Slowly, she let dissipate the energy blast she was charging, and wiped the 
sleep away from her eyes. As she regained vision, she saw Dracula's adult 
form of the one she once knew as Malus. The long blue locks which he 
possessed were mesmerizing, as his face was hypnotic. The pointy ears 
gave him an exotic look. A blush quickly ensued upon Carries delicate face 
as she cursed herself for her wandering thoughts.

Slowly, but surely she began to stir out underneath the huge blankets. 
It was like she was swimming in it to escape. As she reached the edge, 
Dracula took a few steps back to allow her entry.

As she slid off the side, she then noticed her state of undress. Face 
turning crimson, she covered herself the best she could.

Smirking, Dracula added his two cents.

"My, how modest are we?"

Getting more embarrassed of the awkward situation,

"Can you please turn around?" she replied ackwardly.

With that, Dracula decided to give her some privacy as he walked, and 
faded through the wooden door, back into the hallway.

Relieved, Carrie quickly got dressed, grabbed her weapon of choice, and 
rushed out the door to meet him.

Outside, Dracula stood, with amusement clearly showing upon his lips. It 
had been a long time since he had startled anyone like that, not out of 
fear, but in lack of wear.

As she stormed out, looked around quickly spotting him, he waved his hands 
in what mortals said was a friendly gesture.

Walking up to him, he tilted his head to his left shoulder, eyes roaming all 
over her body and current appeal.

Being slightly offended, as if Dracula were undressing her with his eyes, 
she spoke dignifiedly.

"W-What is it? Is th-there something on my face?"

"No, it's trivial. But I will not one such as yourself walking around in 
the same soiled dress since you got here. If you were like other women, you 
would have already cleaned yourself out and fixed her appearance." Dracula 
spoke with a small scowl plastered on his lips.

"I'm not like other girls." Retorted the purple haired sorcerer in 
defiance.

Taking a moment to ponder with his index finger by his chin, he thought of 
his next plan of action.

"I shall not allow such a filthy creature to roam about my castle, 
especially here. I shall guide you to the hot springs outside in the forest, 
where you may fix up yourself."

Gesturing for her to follow, Dracula lead her down stairs, through doors 
and out the gate of his home, to the forest in his backyard. The journey 
left her quite speechless, as she passed werewolves and skeletons alike 
she had battled earlier, give off stares in her direction, but that was it.

The overwhelming presence of her companion must be warding them off to 
think twice. So says he who said "This is the world of the fittest. The 
strong rule, the weak are lead by the strong or die." Or something like 
that.

After arriving at their destination, Carrie took in a moment to take in 
the scenes. The wooden barricade provided privacy, as the hot spring 
itself looked warm and inviting. Quite the different in contrast, compared 
to where the demons lurked. As Malus or many know him as Dracula left her 
to her business, she took a quick look where he last disappeared off to. 
Wouldn't want to take any chances of the earlier awkward encounter. 
Seeing the coast clear, she slowly slid out of her clothing, piling it 
neatly next to the rocks she was going to rest upon.

Taking a dip in was the most wonderful sensation she had in a long time. 
The water worked its magic soothing her muscles, as a pleasant sigh was 
unpreventable from her lips.

As she lay her back against the edge of the spring, she had a great moment 
to gather her thoughts.

"These pass few days have been memorable. Dracula seems different as they 
have written in texts. Am I starting to fall to his influence? Why can't I 
stand up for myself? I should be still be hating him for what he did with 
all my heart, but that feeling is not as strong in me as before. Oh no. Am 
I starting to like being in his presence? He is evil Carrie, you cannot 
like a man like that. Think of the schemes he has in future for you, where 
he will have you betray your people." she spoke out loud to reassure her 
thoughts.

[((Your starting to enjoy yourself, aren't you? You can't deny it.))] said 
a voice unknown in her head.

Standing up, she revealed herself in all her naked glory as she scanned the 
scenery for the imposter.

"Who are you? Why are you in my head?! Show yourself!"

[((I am a part of you. You find yourself attracted to Count Dracula do you 
not?))] the voice continued.

"No. I-"

[((Denying the truth once again, aren't you Carrie? That's what makes you 
so naïve little girl.))]

Carrie had nothing to say, as she seemed downcast as the words hit home.

[((Stop fooling yourself, and embrace your second life. It is your destiny 
to fight by Dracula's side.))]

Shaking her head in denial, she gripped her head with both hands as if in 
pain.

[((Can you not see that your naïve nature is preventing the inevitable? Why 
not enjoy it while you can?))]

"Stop it! Get out of my HEAD!" she shouted, with no sense of whom she was 
speaking to.

[((You weak little girl. You are weak because you are foolish. Foolish to 
believe what you have been taught. Lies they are, as you follow them blindly 
which would inevitably lead to your doom.))]

"Stop it, stop it! STOP IT! Please stop." she sobbed as she broke down. 
Never had she been so powerless. To hear her tormentor in her own head, and 
not able to stop its words with some truth, was painful.

[((I don't see what Lord Dracula wants with you. You seem like such a weak 
little girl. Maybe you will satisfy my hunger.))]

She stopped sobbing, and looked around. That definitely was not no 
conscience in her head. She shook herself out of her shock.

The surrounding area was bathed in dark mist. As she looked on, she knew 
what it was, was fast approaching her. As quickly as she could, she grabbed 
her razor rings from the rocks behind for the upcoming battle. The forces of 
darkness have been known of deceiving as they were cunning. She did not have 
to wait long, as red eyes flashed into view and out lunged a vampire, fangs 
showing.

The fiend was quick as he was deadly, as he moved faster than Carrie had 
anticipated. Also, she forgot she was waist down in water. This slowed down 
her reaction time by half, and got her settling for a defensive posture.

Bringing a ring just in time, she deflected a swipe, but not the other one. 
The power behind these immortals were considerable, as she found herself 
gliding 2 feet back from the impact on her shoulder. As his hands left her 
arm, he dragged fresh blood along with it. Carrie screamed, but not before 
kicking back at the offender to have more breathing space. The kick was 
ineffective in hurting him, but it did its purpose.

Now with time to spare, she quickly started charging her trump card. The 
demon raised a hand at this.

"What are you trying to pull? A light show?" he smirked.

Smirking, she fastened the charge ready, and threw it out when she felt it 
was about to explode. A slightly larger than normal energy blast with a blue 
tinge launched toward its target while splitting the water in half below it 
with air displacement alone.

Surprised was the vampire, as he decided to float above to avoid, only that 
he miscalculated as the attack adjusted trajectory to match his height. A 
mistake which cost him his life. He slowly crumbled away to dust as the wind 
picked up.

Letting out a breath she was not holding, she let her fatigue claim her as 
she was spent. As the water washed away blood from her new opening, she 
cursed. The bloody wound would hinder her in all aspects.

A soft hand appeared from behind her as she had just noticed. Wrapping up 
her injury with such skill and delicateness, she felt hardly a jolt of 
pain.

Taking a closer look at the hand, she saw the paler than normal skin. 
Looking up to its owner, it was Dracula himself. Ever smiling was he. 
Usually he never did unless he was up to no good. But she found comfort 
in it somehow.

"You did well Carrie. You have performed up to my expectations. I have no 
doubt in your abilities left, as you have passed your first test with flying 
colors."

With a reassuring hand upon her shoulder, she began to get angry at what he 
probably did. He probably set up that underling of his with the intent to 
test her abilities, but if she should fail. She would lose her life!

*How dare he!*

With that thought, she gave him the meanest angry look she could muster, 
for that was the only thing she could do with that blasted binding contract 
placed upon her. Thinking of that just made her look more scary at her 
displeasure. Even Dracula took a double take and seemed slightly intimidated.

As he looked down upon her and coughed in his hand, she followed his gaze 
to give him a piece of her mind on whatever he was looking at. That would 
show him her displeasure if she were to oppose whatever ideas he was 
brewing.

She found out that she was still naked, once more.

End of Chapter 4

Authors notes:

I haven't decided how this will continue, but I'll think of something! Any 
ideas would be great. I will take note of them.