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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.

(Previously. . .)

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.

Chapter 9

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Till death do us part

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Carrie proceeded through the castle with uncanny haste. The sun just starting 
to descend over the horizon. It almost seemed that she was gliding as she 
walked. Play time was over, and she needed to train her special powers more 
for the unavoidable battle ahead.

But first, she needed to tell him where she'd be. Even though he may not show 
it, he was very considerate as long as you let him know where you were at all 
times.

Pacing past the candle lit wall, she pulled down the secret hatch she knew by 
heart. The wall to its right rumbled, picking up dust, before it slowly slid 
open for her to enter.

If she had known about these secret entryways before, she would have saved a 
lot of time. But then, she back then was still fresh, weaving her new found 
powers. The long way had its benefits. But there was always a chance she could 
have died before ever laying eyes upon the Count.

As she stood waiting, she looked at her current appeal. She had changed out of 
her usual dress as it had been soiled with blood and endurance waned. Dracula 
had offered her a new dress in turn to replace it. She was delighted that it 
fit so well upon her frame. It looked like a pink Sunday school outfit. It was 
weird how giddily it made her feel wearing it. Malus had said that it was from 
the Tower of Sorcery.

Even though he had commented it being a battle uniform for sorceresses, she 
found it looking quite fashionable and accented her curves nicely. But it 
definitely didn't look like something someone would go and kill vampires with.

A click told her that the passage was now clear. Working her magic, she 
lighted the dark corridor ahead following close behind.

(In the throne room. . .)

A figure dressed in black stood chatting before count Dracula like old times. 
His cloak and hood covered his features from head to heel. Only his pale hands 
were visible, which lead to undeniable notice of his long fingers. Other than 
that, he was colorless of all else from her vantage point.

All she could see from the distance was that whoever this was, Malus was on 
friendly terms with him, not minding the fact that he looked quite grim. 
Something struck her odd, as she thought as she recognized his appearance, but 
what he represented still eluded her grasp.

Slowly, she approached them. No longer weary of the cloaked figure. If Malus 
knew him, then he was no threat. At least she hoped it was true.


As her footsteps echoed, warning of her approach towards them, they turn to 
address her. She got a good look at his face, or where his face should have 
been. . . All that showed were two crimson glowing lights where the eyes 
should be. The name of this creature was on the tip of her tongue.

Then realization came in an instant. The appearance, the eyes, the faceless 
image. . . It was death himself. . .

"Ah, you must be the human named Carrie Dracula has spoken so highly of." 
Spoke Death's icy voice.

That knocked her back to reality, as she shyly found her feet more interesting 
to stare at, once she realized she had been starring too long. Nodding 
slightly, he chose to continue.

"I see your life force is strong. It will be a long time before till the last 
time we ever meet." With what hardly looked like a smile with the tilting of 
his boney jaw, it made him look sinister. But she felt no ill intent in his 
words, just facts.

Amused, Count Dracula watched the play before him unfold. It is unlike Carrie 
to be speechless, but who wouldn't be when you got to meet death himself? He 
was after all, what the last thing you'd ever lay eyes on before you pass on. 
To look at the face of death, was the most terrifying experience to mortals.

Grinning slightly at how uncomfortable he made the young girl, he decided to 
end the awkward moment by continuing with his introduction.

Summoning his long scythe to his right hand, he completed his image before 
spread open his arms as he talked.

"Where are my manners? I am Death if you haven't realized it yet. Please to 
meet you. And. . . I'm not here to take you away. . . Yet." He whispered the 
last word, before initiating a western hand shake, she took a moment to gather 
herself before accepting it.

It felt cold to the touch, but she didn't forget it was a custom to give a 
firm handshake. It would be disrespectful to not otherwise.

Straining a smile, she spoke.

"Pleased to meet you." As she faced her inner demons which was before her. 
Death did that to you, especially after all, no one wanted to die.

(Later)

It was now dinner time, as Carrie dinned with Dracula. But, it was much more 
awkward this time around. For this time, the new guest, the welcomed guest was 
sitting in with them. Though he did not eat, she did find him starring at her 
at times while she ate.

Sometimes she wondered if he liked making her uncomfortable just for the heck 
of it. She had found out from Dracula that he did have a sort of, sense of 
humor. . .

After finishing her meal, she had found the courage to ask Malus.

"I would like to be there, to help you." She spoke, with no room for argument. 
She just wished whatever he would retort with, she wouldn't have to convince 
him too much of how sure she was. But, she had already practiced her speech 
before she came. . . So she wouldn't embarrass herself yet again.

Raising an eyebrow, his demeanor changed as he asked.

"Are you sure?"

Seeing the nod, he continued.

"Okay."

Finishing up his meal, he excused himself before walking to her side of the 
table and clasping his hands together upon hers. With that done, he left to 
his business as Death watched with fascination. His pal Dracula had indeed 
changed. For better or for worse, he could not tell. It was a nice change of 
scenery though, from the cold demeanor he was accustomed to.

When he had returned after being killed temporarily again no less than a week 
ago by the Belmont, he was surprised to find himself facing a not as evil 
tyrant upon his return.

He had welcomed death at his doorstep. That itself was normal. But he had 
spared a mortals life, which was unheard of for a long time, in his entire 
existence. He had even pondered, questioned if this was truly his old pal 
Dracula, the Dark Lord himself. Even if their resemblance was uncanny, this 
one before him was easier around the edges.

Maybe he was going soft, with this girl by his side, but who was he to tell 
the count what to do? If his friend wanted to keep her around, he'd be alright 
with it. It would definitely brighten his day with a new toy to play with. He 
was always bored in the castle, but no other place could quite relax and set 
him at ease, than here.

With that thought, he smiled sinisterly.

*Oh. The fun we'll have together you and I. . .* chuckling, he vanished as his 
cloak shook as if an unseen wind was present before disappearing into the 
void.

As Carrie was left with Death, she too was thinking. She couldn't help but 
find herself wanting Malus to say more, than just shove her willingness as 
trivial. But, after a second thought, he was always this way.

Watching her companion vanish as well before her eyes, she too departed. She 
had seen mysterious things happen before, so she paid it not a second mind.

She would need to be rested before she could restart her training. The last 
thing she wanted was to be a burden, no matter how small. With determination 
pouring in waves, she would be prepared, she assured herself. Best not dwell 
to much thinking if her actions were just or unjust, right or wrong, as she 
would find herself in conflict of interest, if she were to sway.

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End of Chapter 9

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Authors Notes:

I like being dramatic, so it takes me around 2-3 hours of straight out 
creative writing to get a chapter out. Besides, need to proof read myself too.