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. . .)

Taking out a gold coin from her pouch, she flipped the coin into the air. It 
twirled and glistened under the moonbeam as her eyes followed its path up, 
before it made its descent between her awaiting hands. Either way, she loses 
as no matter which choice it was, they both were like a double edged sword. 
She could not decide between them by the way her feelings were.

"Whatever happens, I'll not regret. . ." as she slowly removed her hands in 
fear of whatever the outcome might be.

Chapter 8

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At what price, for my decision?

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*Heads I stay. . . Tails, I leave . . .*

As she uncovered the results, she nodded before clenching the coin tightly in 
her hand, hoping that it was the right path to take.

Heading back decided, she could only trust her judgment now. Hopefully, it 
would be the right path, and she won't find herself regretting.

But then, who was she kidding? No matter which choice she picked, she'd find 
herself regretting she assured herself. She could not see past the choices for 
what they were, and did not know the full extent of how they would change her 
future, which would ultimately lead to her destiny.

She hoped that the choice would guide her in the right direction, and not. . . 
She didn't want to think about it.

With renewed determination, her pace increased in vigor, as she made her way 
down to his Dracula's throne room, where he would be waiting. He did not leave 
a destination of where they'd meet, but she was sure her intuition would be 
correct. They had not failed her in life or death situations before, in her 
struggle to fight him before, and she doubted it would fail her now.

Not a skeleton was around, or any other kind of abomination. The path she 
graced with her presence now was cleared of such obstacles by the Dark Lord 
himself for her, as there was no need to test her worth. So quiet, that she 
could hear her own footsteps echoing down the halls she walked upon.

The gigantic door loomed over her small frame, as she was back once more. 
Clearing the doubt within her, she gave a mighty push as the door creaked 
open.

As she had remembered it, it was magnificent as always with candle stands her 
and there, where there was not a spot in the whole room where one could cloak 
himself within the shadows. Old gigantic pillars kept the ceiling at bay, as 
she found herself looking where she had first hidden behind the one to her 
right.

Shaking her head at how foolish she was then, she controlled her breathing, 
and stepped in.

Like a dark prince he sat in his throne. The same emotionless expression 
before, as in their first encounter. The scene seemed to repeat in almost 
uncanny indifference, but one thing changed since their past encounter. She 
had changed. More sure of herself, she was a sight to behold.

Staring down in mutual understanding, Dracula awaited her answer while he 
relaxed upon his hand, lifting some weight off his shoulders.

It came quickly.

"I wish to stay."

No other words, no explanation, just a direct answer and head held low, where 
he could not read her current expression.

Teleporting out of his seat, Dracula reappeared before the motionless girl. 
Opening his arms to welcome her to him. Soon, she raced up to Dracula with her 
long purple hair covering her face, and engulfed him.

They stood together in a timeless trance, as the world faded away from their 
psyche. No longer alone, she found tears dripping down her face.

*If time could stop at this moment, it would be great. . .*

Soon, she drifted asleep in the arms of the one she loved. She had denied it 
before do to the circumstances they had met, but after spending time with him 
these past few days, she found herself falling for him again.

She had found love in Malus, until she had learned he was not real. But now 
that she could see clearly, Malus was always within Dracula at a conscious 
level, no matter how small or short it he may appear. Malus was Dracula, and 
Dracula was Malus. They were one and the same. No matter their appearance, 
their hearts were identical.

She knew deep down she cared deeply for him. Even if it was flipping a silly 
coin that helped her realize it now.

After, as the days past, she still remained by his side. They started dinning 
together and talked about small things as if it were an everyday occurrence. 
Even though he did not complain nor ask her to aid him in his quest, she found 
herself wanting to be there for him.

She found herself changed as the sight of him feasting no longer disturbed her 
as much. When she was thinking clearly, she knew it was not his fault that his 
bloodline was cursed as it was. She would at times offer her blood to him, to 
feed his hunger, but he would just mess up her hair with his large hands and 
shake his head while smiling.

As another day passed, signaling a week since her stay, she found more of the 
old Malus she had grew to love appear in him more often when she was around. 
It did not matter if he were busy or not, he would always find time to amuse 
her and make light jokes on her sexuality.

Even though they were amusing to him, she would find it offending. She would 
show him in another year! She would grow with time and mature. But. . . He 
would not.

Soon word of Mercenaries and Adventurers were coming for him as he had 
foretold. She would sometimes wander to the villages below and see how things 
were going. The people did not recognize her, which was fine with her. If they 
knew she had sided with a demon, they would try to burn her at the stake. . . 
It was there, where she was chit chatting that she had heard the rumors of the 
hired help. They wouldn't arrive for a few more days if their information was 
indeed accurate.

She knew that this would eventually happen due to her decision. She would 
witness it all unfold when the designated time arrived. But, she could not 
live with herself as a bystander or a spectator. Her new life already chosen, 
Carrie found herself reluctantly joining Dracula's cause.

*I'm sorry everyone. . . Forgive me for what I must do. . .* Clenching her 
fists, while staring tensely at the grass beneath her, she turned back towards 
the castle.

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End of Chapter 8

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Authors Notes:

It has been getting kind of mushy. I do want to add more action to this story 
so, next chapter, more action!