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.

(Previously. . .)

"I am dieing now, Carrie. . . Place me in my coffin. . . Where I may slumber 
once more. . ."

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Chapter 6 Contract Voided

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Slowly, Carrie carried Dracula over her back. Taking steady steps, as the 
figure behind her not only weighed heavier than herself, but was taller as 
well. His blood stained her current wear, which had taken its toll with 
neglect.

Her eyes stained with dry tears, as her eyes were redder than usual. To those 
afar, it would make her look sinister, and twisted. But if you looked 
carefully, and paid enough attention to her eyes, you would see the sorrow 
behind them.

The halls were bare, as not a single soul wandered. Demons would think the 
halls she now walked as defiled, a cursed place, as humans would call it 
purged. For no demon found comfort in walking under such scenery.


Lost in her thought, she had arrived in her Dracula's chambers, as if time 
seemed displaced. Slowly lowering the man to his resting place, she sat 
observing him. He looked paler than normal. His hair seemed to have taken 
white highlights, proof of his weakened state. The illuminating candle light, 
seemed to make it even worse. It gave the thought in her mind of a man in his 
death bed. she stayed by his side with her head resting at his side and prayed 
to whatever gods out there to spare him.

While an undetermined amount of time passed, she remained and mind drifted.

She felt there was no better place to be, but here right now. Her thoughts 
strayed. She finally had the chance to end her supposed most hated man, and to 
others, the greatest evil to walk the Earth. Any other would have taken his 
life now that he was defenseless. But, what comes after if she did go through 
with it? Where could she go? She had never thought of the aftermath. . . She 
would loss sense of direction, like a lost child. . .

As she continued, she eventually fell asleep hoping against hope, that he 
would pull through. The candles burned and flickered out soon after.


(Early Morning)

As Carrie woke up, she stretched lightly, before rubbing the sleep away from 
her eyes. She winced on contact, as they were sore.

*I must have cried a lot last night. . .*

Taking a deep breath, she prepared herself for the conclusion. She had never 
prayed much before, and hoped she did it right. Her mother use to tell her 
that god was merciful as long as you believed in him. Smiling at that, she 
opened her eyes only to find. . . The coffin was empty.


Smile quickly fading, her mind raced.

*Could he have crumbled to dust last night? Oh no. . . NO NO NO!!!*

With hands clasped at her mouth as her eyes welled, she took a step back.

"This is a dream isn't it?. . . This is the worst. . . Okay now. . . I can 
wake up now. . ." she strained a smile as her eyes distorted her expression. A 
look of disbelief was within them.

She stood like that for a few more moments, before she decided to run. She 
could not take the hurt which was in her heart. She had to run away from it 
all. It didn't matter where she ran, she just had to run, she had to escape 
from this nightmare!

Not paying much attention as she dashed out the door, tears glistening behind 
her trail, she passed a figure without knowing. Blinded in her own world that 
she didn't notice until he held tight on her arm as she was about to pass.


Swinging her back with mighty strength, her vision backed toward the looming 
figure.

As she noticed the figure, she grasped tightly onto his cloak, before letting 
her hands wander upon his face to assure herself that he was real and was 
really, really before her.

Shakily, she spoke. "If I am dreaming, I wish I never wake up. . . So I may 
see you alive and well for the rest of my life. . . Even if it is a lie, I 
want to keep dreaming. . . That is all I want. . ."

"It is not a dream. . . I am here. . . I will always be here. . . When you 
need me, I will be waiting here. . . Now, and forever. . ."

Words could not describe the feelings that stirred in her now. She embraced 
Dracula tightly, as if it would be the last time. She broke down, and let the 
tears flow freely as she half heartedly cursed at him for making her worry. 
They did nothing but amplify her beauty to him.

She could be satisfied by staying in his warm embrace, but all things must 
end.

"Will you forgive me for what I have done?. . . My moment of foolishness?" she 
sobbed.

Crouching down to his knees, he wiped her face with his sleeve, he answered 
slowly, as he picked his words carefully with another question as he placed 
his strong hands on her shoulder.

"Will you stay by my side for eternity then?"

*He forgives me. . .* Slowly, she locked her arms behind Dracula's neck, 
resting her head on his chest as she slowly nodded with eyes closed.

Blood veins popped into vision of Vlad's keen eyesight. They were located 
invitingly along the neck before him. They were tempting and looked delicious, 
as he was still not quite at fool strength. His long silky hair still had some 
grey highlights from the lack of nutrition he required. The ordeal last night 
had left him weak and drained. He had only been out for a short moment to feed 
on livestock as he caught glimpse of her sleeping serenely earlier by his 
bedside.

Even though he had feed, it was not quite enough to satisfy his thirst. Fangs 
baring open on his vampire instincts, he clenched them shut as he turned away, 
cursing himself for giving into his urges.

Stepping back to distance himself from her, else she tempt him further, he 
looked disgusted before replacing the look with a smile, by a curling of his 
lips.

It didn't take a genius to figure what was going on, as Carrie saw the out of 
place fangs baring from his clenched mouth.

"If you are hungry, I can give you some of my blood. . ." she offered, as she 
took a step forward.

Nodding his head in reluctance, he gave his answer clear in the silent gesture 
alone.

Deciding she would have to take matters into her own hands, she took 
initiative and cut her wrist lightly with one of her rings before Malus could 
react.

A small stream of crimson liquid slowly slid a path down her palm, to her 
fingers and dripped.

"It's okay. . . You need to eat. . . Or you might. . ." She left the sentence 
unfinished at that.

Giving a look of appreciation, he slowly walked back, holding up her wrist 
lightly, before sucking slowly. The taste was intoxicating. But, he would have 
to be careful from draining her dry. It would displease him if she were to die 
by his desire for blood which could never be satisfied. No matter how much he 
drank, he would always feel a slight hunger for more.

He took only so much to make him less hungry, before licking her wound shut.

"I feel a bit. . . Dizzy."

He knew this of coarse. After losing a portion of blood, one would feel the 
need to sleep for the body to replenish its reserves.

Smiling weakly, Carrie fell asleep in his embrace. Holding her up, Malus 
gently shifted her weight and carried her back towards her room.

The sunlight was still irritating him to no end. How humans could enjoy it he 
could only guess. But, it did make the beauty before him more stunning. He had 
little doubt that when she did grow up, she'll be a heart breaker with her 
exotic looks.

Once he regained his strength, he will move forward his plan to purge the 
lands of the disease which was human.

They would probably have hired mercenaries or adventurers to try and stop him 
seeing that his castle still stood. But that would have to wait until after he 
took care of her.

As he gently lay her down upon the all consuming bed of the once guest room, 
and blanketed her small frame, he voiced his thoughts.

"Only a fool would choose the path which you have chosen. But you are naïve, 
aren't you?. . ." Staring at the human before him for awhile, he snapped his 
fingers, as a transparent contract appeared.

Releasing the contract from his fingers, he turned around and left to prepare 
his legion of servants in the upcoming war he would initiate.


*What need of I of the binding contract, when she would now embrace her new 
life with me?* smirking, he knew that it would only further his Carrie's trust 
in him. But now, he would give her free will and do as she wished. He no 
longer wanted to force her to commit crimes against her own people if she did 
not wish it.

Stopping before fazing through the wall, not caring whether she heard or not, 
he spoke over his shoulder to the hearer behind.

"I have freed you. You may do as you wish. You are now the master of your own 
fate. . ."

The contract burst to purple flames as soon as it hit the ground he used to 
stand upon, before vanishing without a trace.

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        End of chapter 6

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        Author Notes:

        Hmm, well I don't know of this chapter was corny, but I really had to 
get down thinking and stuff to get the story going. Hope you enjoyed it! Now,
 must have time to think of future events. I have it planned, but I have
to find a way to write it. . .