The Bad Ending

Yes, there's a bad ending... As you might have known, on the game you can either get the good ending or the bad ending depending on how long it took you to get to Dracula. This is where I write the ending I hope you didn't get... Starting after Chapter 13

Dracula waited patiently for the duo to arrive. He sat afloat in midair with his legs crossed and his hands resting on his knee. The Servant stood by his side arms crossed like a juggernaut bodyguard. Dracula enjoyed watching Malus mope and dispute with himself in anger and confusion, but that time was coming to an end...

They are late; Bad news for you, boy...

Before Malus had time to question his words, the chamber doors swung open. Charlie Vincent stepped inside. An eerie smile twisted upon the possessed boy's lips.

"What have we here? Another vampire hunter, no doubt." Dracula eyed the numerous crosses that Vincent wore and grinned with malevolence.

The Servant met Vincent halfway.

"You shall not harm my lord."

"No. Let him come to me..." Dracula said.

"As you wish, my lord."

The Servant flashed a menacing look at Vincent before disappearing in a wisp of smoke. Vincent quickly glanced the chamber for the missing figure and then continued towards Dracula. He stopped at a reasonable distance from the vampire and spoke.

"You have plagued this world long enough, demon. It is time I rid you of it once and for all!"

"Not quite. You still have a few things to learn..."

The Servant reappeared behind Vincent. He grasped his neck and bit him. Vincent suppressed a yell. The cross on his back brushed against the Servant's shoulder and seared him. The Servant hissed and quickly let him go. Vincent reached for holy water in his bag, but was seared himself. He had been cursed! The crosses he wore burned into his flesh. The vampire hunter cried out, twisting in pain he threw the cross off his back. Before the Servant could assault him again, he hurried out the chamber.

"He won't get far." Dracula said before the Servant followed. "His time is up, and so is the boy's. His soul is weakened. He can no longer resist against me..."

Malus wasn't paying enough attention to hear that he had been mentioned. Nor had he seemed interested in the quarrel with Charlie Vincent. Did he even care anymore...?

Malus heard footsteps and Dracula appeared behind him. He shivered and went numb with fear. Dracula's presence was never a good thing. It only meant more pain and torture. There was no way to escape it. He was trapped inside his own nightmare; An innocent soul lost in the middle of blasphemous... Dracula put a hand over Malus' mouth and the other drew out a knife and raised its sharp edge against his neck. Malus closed his eyes and his breathing quickened. His antagonist spoke in a quiet but deadly as ever voice.

"Your friends have yet to come, and my patience grows thin. I will not wait any longer because the time has come..." He twitched the knife purposely, leaving a small but bloody cut. Malus flinched. Dracula now moved the knife edge down to the boy's chest where it paused over his rapidly beating heart. "Your soul belongs to me. I have no need for your chastity." He thrust the knife forward and Malus' tortured cry was muted by Dracula's hand. His pain went unnoticed, and the chambers of his mind were still and quiet as though nothing had happened. The only thing audible was the sound of Malus' failing heart's pounding, failing to make up for the rapid blood loss and his breathing become harder. He didn't resist. Why should he? There was no one to hear his pleas and no one to care. He would stand there and die by himself...

Malus was shattered as he lost half of his soul. He felt all that was pure and good in him slip away piece by piece. Everything that had ever mattered to him disappeared from recollection. He had lost the memories of the brightness and the warmth of sunshine...the days he had fun in the meadow with the village children...the adventures he had gone on with Edward...The journeys and times he spent away from home with Cornell...and being with his family that he had loved so...all of them wasted away. What he had left to cling onto was eternal darkness, hatred, anger, sorrow, and rejection. He would get used to it. He wanted the world to know his pain. To know how alone and scared his lost soul had felt. To know how God had forsaken him and cursed his birth. After all, he had finally become one with Dracula. Hate boiled inside him like a volcano waiting to erupt. It would have to wait... He had a new plan in store for the Belmont and Fernandez...