Confused Hearts
Well here I am writing my first Castlevania fanfiction, and unlike all of the others out there, this one is based on the Nintendo 64 version of the legendary mythos. It contains Carrie and Malus romance, so you have been warned. I do not own Castlevanianoe do I own Carrie and Malus. So enjoy
Carrie and Reinhardt raced from the crumbling structure. Victory was theirs as the rumbling and noise around them lessened as they put distance between them and the crumbling tower.
'Too easy' Carrie thought to herself. 'Dracula did put up a good fight back there in his chamber, but it seemed like there's still something left undone, what could it be?' Carrie thought to herself.
She and Reinhardt ran to a lift and found them selves face to face with.
"Malus" Carrie said aloud. "What are you still doing here boy? The castle's coming down around us, it's dangerous here" Reinhardt interjected to the purple clad youth.
"I just came to say goodbye" he said in a calm, relaxed manner. "Goodbye, forever" he said with a level of finality.
Reinhardt backed away and readied his whip and placed one hand on his short sword. He didn't want to harm the boy, but something told him that this was no ordinary child.
A blinding flash of light exploded around Malus, causing Carrie and Reinhardt to shield their eyes.
Malus could feel the power of a thousand years worth of imprisoned power returning to him. He felt like an explosion was going his veins, and leaving the power in them. He walked out from the light and looked on at his wary audience. He was completely different from what they had seen before the light overtook his previous form
He looked like Malus, save for the longer hair, almost down to his neck. His red shirt was ripped open baring his pale white flesh to the cold open air. He wore a more elaborate, yet still torn version of Malus' long purple coat, along with various other expensive garments, and pieces of clothing.
With a slight gesture from his gloved hand, he spoke.
"Good evening young travelers, permit to introduce myself, I am count Vlad Tepes, and you have trespassed on my property and you must now be punished for your actions" he replied with firmness.
Carrie could feel confusion take hold of her. "Vlad Tepes, but that's the real name of .."
"Dracula, yes you are very bright, if not ignorant for not heeding the warnings of the villagers. Either way, you came here to die" he said as he marched towards them.
"That's where you're wrong Demon" Reinhardt said as he cracked his whip at the evil count. "Your reign of evil ends now"
The new form of Dracula looked at the owner of the now said warning. "what is this I'm sensing from you, newcomer. I haven't sensed it in over one hundred years, tell me, are you the next Belmont to challenge me?"
"Yes, I am Reinhardt Schneider, of the Belmont clan, and I am here to destroy you and rid the world of your evil"
Upon hearing this, Count Dracula did what few have hardly ever seen or heard, he laughed. "Ha Ha Ha Ha, the next thing you know you'll be telling me that you will punish me Ha Ha". Once He had regained his composure, Dracula spoke with much more clarity.
"You are quite the jester young fool, but in all of the years that I have known the Belmont's, none of them were about fancy speeches, it appears that over the years, brain cells have been slipping in the family genes"
Reinhardt had heard enough, he had heard the stories of the count having been a worthy opponent, but never an arrogant Braggart"
"How dare you, Demon!!" shouted Reinhardt as he swung his whip out at the unsuspecting vampire lord.
Dracula turned at the last moment, only to be met with the cold, hard, steel tip of Reinhardt's whip. The impact of the strike had dealt very little damage to the count, but he had some recoil, after the blow,
Reinhardt took this as his chance to strike.
Reinhardt charged like a wild man, unsheathing his dagger, and throwing caution to the wind. He was upon Dracula with rattlesnake like speed, prepared to bring his dagger down on the ruler of the undead. He wasn't counting on the evil aristocrat catching the razor sharp blade, with his bare hand.
"I think it's time I educated you in the very beating that I gave your ancestors, time after miserable time"
With that, Dracula threw Reinhardt over his shoulder with one hand, and onto the cold hard surface of the rooftop. Dracula observed his scarred palm and watched as it cured itself within the time span of one mortal heartbeat.
Reinhardt knew he was in trouble, he just didn't know how much. He also didn't expect a familiar attack from his previous battle to make comeback. He watched as a wave of energy erupted from beneath the soles of Dracula's feet. He jumped as best as he could with his world still spinning from the impact of the throw, but landed just as the aftershock passed through.
Reinhardt dropped to one knee. It felt as though his entire body from the waste down had gone numb. He looked up to see another wave of green energy fire off of Dracula's waste and hit Reinhardt square in the chest.
His Armor cracked, and his body bruised, he slowly tried to rise up, but found Dracula's foot come crashing down on his chest, right on top of his heart. While Dracula's shoes were not hard, rather finely crafted cloth, it was the dark lord's massive strength that really hurt.
"Oh, to savor the moment. The moment I have waited all my life for, the moment where I stand triumphant over the latest of the Belmont Clan, and all of Europe, and eventually the world, bows before me and my dark power"
Dracula looked down at his handiwork, and smiled as Reinhardt began to groan in agony while his armor began to give way to the god-like amount of pressure that the dark lord was exerting on his heart. Dracula then formulated a new plan, he held his hand up to his face and watched as it began to glow and burn in an unholy fire, and as he raised his hand up and he aimed it at Reinhardt's chest. He then brought his burning hand down at breakneck speed, and would have struck, if not for the sound of..
"Malus, don't do this" came the voice of a worried Carrie. Annoyed, Dracula looked back at the red eyed, purple haired youth who had developed feelings for his childlike alter ego.
"Malus is gone child, now leave lest I must focus my wrath on you instead of this accursed Belmont"
Confused, Carrie spoke again. "Gone? What do you mean gone?"
"I mean he never really existed child, he was just a name that I used till I regained my power" Dracula spoke, becoming more annoyed with each syllable, was the child trying to buy the Belmont more time?
"Then all you did was use me, fooled me into believing you, fooled me into trusting you" Carrie said, losing all signs of feeling and emotion in her voice. "you just used me" she repeated.
"You were far too gullible and Naïve," Dracula said as he rose from his position in standing over Reinhardt "
oh you may put on a show that you have no emotions, and no feelings, but you are still a gullible little child, still trusting the words of a complete stranger, rather than the words of your own conscience." By now Dracula was starring down at Carrie, who was little more than an eyelash away from the dark lord.
"Now you know why you were so easy to manipulate" Dracula said as he lowered himself to Carrie's viewpoint. "It's because you were nothing more than a gullible, foolish little child, now do you understand, hm?
Carrie's response was in the form of a razor ring right across Dracula's face!
To say that this caught the dark lord off guard was an immense understatement.
Carrie was no longer showing any emotion like before, instead, she was now cold, emotionless, just as she was before she ventured into this castle.
She was prepared to slay this vile being with her bare hands if necessary, for once again, she now had a new reason not to like adults. All they ever did was use children for their own needs, and Carrie wasn't about to take this treatment willingly.
Dracula stared back at the wicked child who had dared attack him, and had continued to advance upon him with cold, hard determination. His face had healed long ago, but the shock was still on his face, he slowly began to back away, fearful of what else this devil-spawn could do to him.
Carrie looked at Dracula for but a moment, and unleashed a force orb so powerful, that the dark lord staggered about until he was flat on his back.
Dracula starred down at his bare chest, and saw smoke emitting off of it, surprise still claimed the face of the dark aristocrat. It seemed that his arrogance had finally gotten him in a position that he might not be able to walk away from.
Carrie charged at the count and swung a razor ring right at him, but only struck air, as Dracula had transformed into his, mist form. Dracula had floated a good few feet away from Carrie and had taken shape in mid-air. While in solid form, he launched a fireball straight at Carrie. Carrie however countered with her own blast, destroying Dracula's own blast.
Carrie looked on at the events with no emotion on her pale face. She once revered the previous form of this creature with affection and care, two native feelings to her, now she felt only one thing, one emotion: betrayal, and this is an emotion that must not go unpunished. Carrie began to attack with cold hard determination, her focus was unbreakable, her assault unrelenting, all in the name of revenge, revenge on the one who had toyed with her emotions.
Dracula dodged Carrie's attacks as best as he could, but the blasts came at him, no matter how far he flew or dodged, and should he have tried to attack up close, she swung at him with her razor rings. Despite his current condition, The Count could not help but be impressed with the girl. 'She's just like you Lisa, strong and firm in her beliefs to the bitter end, no wonder I was attracted to her' thought the Dark Count as he narrowly dodged another of her blasts.
After finished off a grueling series of dodging and blasting back at the count, Carrie observed his breathing and tattered appearance, sensing that the battle was coming to a head, she began to draw energy from all around her, forming it into her most powerful attack. She looked back at the count one last time, and mumbled to herself: "I'll never trust another adult again" and let her blast fly at the evil Prince.
Dracula writhed and convulsed in a show of bright blue flashes of light as the bright sphere of energy struck his body and ended the last remaining amounts of power that he had left, and soon felt his body change, from the tall, long haired aristocrat, to that of the deceptive little youth that he had been reborn as.
Reinhardt had finally collected himself and rose up to both feet. He coughed a few times, and looked back and saw the previous form of Dracula disappear in a flash of light, and in its place was the boy Malus. "What is going on here?" Reinhardt asked himself.
Carrie looked back at Malus who was now just gaining his bearings and turned her back to him, and began to walk to the lift, finally prepared to walk away from this nightmare once and for all. She almost got to the lift when she heard Malus start to speak.
"Where am I? What has happened to me? Carrie? Malus stuttered confusingly. He looked back at the now leaving Fernandez girl. He jogged over to her as fast as he could.
"What do you want Malus?" Carrie stated with her back turned to him, and her emotions still buried.
"What are you doing here, I can't remember how I had gotten where I am" he said in a confused manner. He was not however prepared for what Carrie had to say next.
"You can stop with the lying Malus, I know who you are, and I know what you are," she stated with finality and firmness.
Malus stopped talking and dropped his head down slowly. "So you know, who I am, I had hoped you hadn't found out this way" he said with what seemed like genuine concern.
"How did you expect me to find out, from that Vile Bitch Actrise!!" she said with uncharacteristic bitterness in her voice. She observed as Malus took a step back from the sudden rise in her vocal chords.
Carrie then collected herself and lowered her head. "Malus, a long time ago, I thought that only adults could manipulate children's feelings, but I was wrong, thanks to you." She didn't have to look back to see the look of hurt on his face, nor did she care to look back. "It seems that every time I let my emotions show, I just get hurt by it. Now I know that I truly was a fool to let them show. Thanks to you I may never show my emotions again"
Malus looked up to see her still standing there, unchanged from before. It was heartbreaking to hear this coming from her, but still, he listened, hoping to find some way reconciling with her.
"Goodbye Malus, or whoever you are, May you never make the same mistake in your life again" she said as she slowly walked towards the lift, only to be met by a rude shove to the ground. Shoved, by none other than Charlie Vincent.
"Out of the way child, I must rid this world of this vile being once and for all," shouted Vincent. He edged his way closer to Malus, vial of Holy water in hand, while Malus edged farther away from Vincent.
Reinhardt looked on at Vincent's recent sign of enthusiasm. "Great, now he does some actual work, right after he's slept the entire time, and been cursed into becoming a vampire. If he thinks that for one minute I'm going to let him take the credit he's wrong" Reinhardt muttered to himself as he walked over to the scene.
"Farewell, creature from hell" Vincent shouted as he raised his vial high over his head, prepared to splash the contents all over the violet clothed youth.
Malus looked back at Carrie, for one pleading moment, hoping that she would help him. The Belmont was out of the question, so he had to rely on the only person he could trust, but once he looked into the eyes, those red orbs of fire, he could see that she would never help him again.
In defeat, Malus closed his eyes, prepared to accept his fate, and mouthed his last words to Carrie: "Forgive me" he then stood limp and waited for the damned water to go splashing all over his body, but his fate was prolonged, once again.
Vincent gasped in surprise as he felt his vial of holy water smashed to pieces by a small dart-like ball of energy. He looked back and saw the young Fernandez girl lower her hands to her sides, relaxing them from releasing another portion of her magical energy.
"Child, what are you doing?" Vincent stuttered. Why would this ignorant little brat be aiding the lord of all vampires? Was she in league with the undead as well?
"I thought I made it clear to you before, that I don't like being treated, nor do I like being called a child" she said as she slowly walked over, and in front of Malus.
"That you did, but tell me. Why are you aiding the lord of all vampires? If you let him live, he will surely reign destruction on all of Europe, quite possibly, even the world"
"He won't do a thing, Dracula has been beaten, and all that's left is a weak child by the name of Malus, and it'd be very cowardly of you to end the life of a child" Carrie finished, still staring daggers at Vincent.
"You foolish little girl, still believing in old wives tales, and you dare call me cowardly? Like I don't know who my enemy is?" Vincent said this while slowly reaching into his large bag, strung over his shoulder, and slowly removed a small dagger. "Perhaps, you're my enemy!!" he shouted as he raised the knife above his head to stab at Carrie.
Instinctively Malus shoved Carrie out of the way, wholly intending to take the knife meant for her. Only to be interrupted by Carrie, who took the knife, straight into her right arm.
Reinhardt had seen the whole thing, and shouted "VINCENT!!" with uncontrolled rage. He charged at the aged vampire hunter, fully intending to end the old man's life, with his own knife.
Malus stared down at Carrie, who was now clutching her bleeding right arm. This girl who not to long ago, had turned her back on him, had once again gone out of her way to help him.
He thought back to the time in the hedge maze, with the gargoyles, and the patchwork gardener. He knew that neither of the castle inhabitants would harm him, but the girl still helped him, and even risked her life to help him. The other times were times that he wished not to think of.
While she was carrying a vile of Mandragora, he had mocked her, saying that there was no way to get out of the castle. Even after he had looked back to laugh at her, he still remembered the sad expression on her face, still thinking of him, and still concerned for him.
Now here she was, again sacrificing her own safety for his. No more, Malus made a silent plea to himself: ' I'll never let anything happen to her again' with that done, he gathered her up into his arms, and held her close to him, although not to close for fear of hurting her arm any further.
"Vincent, What the hell do you think you're doing?" Reinhardt said to Vincent as he angrily shoved the pudgy Vampire hunter back in anger.
"She got in the way, if not for her the whole town would be safe from this devil of a child," replied Vincent.
"He isn't capable of any more harm, he's finished" Reinhardt shot back at the stubborn old fool.
While they were arguing, they eventually started a shoving contest, a contest that Reinhardt easily won, but while Vincent was falling back, he saw his opportunity in the two huddled children.
Vincent, while falling back grabbed a hold of Malus and held the dagger to his throat, this once again forced Carrie to run to him. Only to have Malus thrown right at her, causing her to tumble over the edge of the roof.
"Carrie!" Reinhardt shouted as he lunged for Carrie's rapidly disappearing hand. By the time he was at the edge, Carrie was already halfway down, and quickly vanishing from sight.
Reinhardt continued to look down even after she had disappeared with that strange boy. "It happened again. First Rosa, now Carrie, why does everyone close to me have to die?" Reinhardt said to himself.
"Don't worry lad, he won't trouble us or the world any longer, and as for the girl, well she made a good sacrifice" Vincent finished as he was picking himself up off of the ground. Vincent wasn't ready for what Reinhardt did to him next.
Reinhardt lashed out at Vincent with a punch that would have broken steel. He continued his onslaught until Vincent got out a single, bloody, syllable: "I know of a way down there" he said, hoping that his words would calm the raging animal of a man on top of him.
Reinhardt collected himself and then spoke to Vincent in between breathing. "Then you and I are going down there, to look for them, and for your sake old man, you'd better hope that they're both still alive" he said with violent determination.
TO BE CONTINUED