~ Fan Fiction ~
'Please' by Eriks Angel Gal
May 2007 - Alternate Ending
After picking up his daughter..
"Daddy just has a phone call to make before we head home sweetie," he said to her, digging the quarter out of his pocket to use the payphone on the side of the street.
"How long are you going to be Daddy? I'm hungry." She asked with sincere honesty.
Peter smiled; tonight he was going to have an actual dinner with his family.
"Not long, just a few short minutes, okay? Be a good girl for a moment?"
Lucy nodded.
As Peter talked to his agent and was going over a few last minute details before signing with the production company, Lucy had found the gun.
It shone in the sunlight. She thought it was really pretty, with all of the engravings on it. She turned it, and pointed it at her self trying to get a glimpse of what lied within its tunnel. It was too dark to see, so she flipped it again. This time pulling its little lever on the end, making it click.
"Click" Peter heard from outside the car as he was hanging up the phone.
"The gun!" He thought to himself. Lucy had the gun! That stupid gun he had stashed in his glove department. He looked into the car, and saw his daughter with the gun pointed to her belly. It was cocked and ready to go.
Peter's heart raced,
"Lucy!" he yelled, "Don't move!"
Lucy froze at he father's harsh words.
Peter reached quickly into the window and pulled the gun out of her hand. He sank to the ground in relief.
"Daddy?" Lucy started to cry.
Peter rose to his knees and peeked into the car widow, "It's alright honey, it's alright." He soothed her.
The drive to the river was silent. Peter's mind swirled with the events and the "what if's" that almost came to be.
When they approached the bridge, Peter patted his daughter on the knee. With the gun in his pocket, he got out and stood next to the railing.
He looked at it one last time, and silently gave thanks for the second chances he had been given. And then he biffed the gun into the river.
The sun reflected off its surface as it turned and fell into the water.
"Daddy, what are you doing?" Lucy asked.
Peter wanted to tell her he was saying 'goodbye' to his past, but instead he replied to her,
"Daddy's just saying 'Hello' "
Lucy gave him a questioningly look, "Hello to what Daddy"
"Hello to my new future, our new future." He replied to her.
She looked confused at him in her little girl way, and he just smiled as he put the car into gear, and headed for home.
"What do you suppose Mommy has on for dinner?" he asked.
Lucy just shrugged.
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'Dear Frankie’ by Angel Betsy
November 2006 ~ 'Dear Frankie' Supplemental Ending
The moonrise reflected on the waves as Lizzie and Frankie sat watching the horizon darken. A cool breeze blew Lizzie's hair into her eyes; she brushed it away with her hand as Frankie reached up to touch her wrist. Looking at him, she smiled and was pleased to see that Frankie wore a slight smile himself.
Both then looked back out to sea where he had gone. "Marie said that he was her brother," thought Lizzie as she unconsciously touched her fingers to her lips, placing them where he had kissed her only hours before. "I might never see him again." Her eyes welled up with tears she refused to let fall. "At least Frankie knows part of the truth now," she mused. "I can explain to him later."
"I really loved having a da," thought Frankie as he reached into his pocket to feel the smooth stone the stranger had given him." He liked Ma, and I think he liked me." Into Frankie's mind came a kaleidoscope of memories of the last two days. It made him both happy to have experienced it all..and sad to think it was now over. "I know," he thought. "I'll write him a letter...asking him to come back to us."
Lizzie heard footsteps behind her. Turning, she saw Marie and Ally coming down the path toward the water. "Hey, Lizzie!" Marie waved as the couple approached "I went by your flat, and Nell said you had taken a walk." "What did you want to see us about?" asked Lizzie.
Marie hesitated as Ally looked down at his feet. "I have a letter for you." She handed it to Lizzie, who took it from her. She didn't notice that it didn't have a postmark. Afraid to open it, she just looked at the outside that had her name on it with the address. "Open it," said Marie with her usual friendly smile. Lizzie tore it open carefully as Frankie got up on his knees so he could read it over Lizzie's shoulder. Marie put out her hand to stop Lizzie, "Lizzie...Frankie's readin' it..." "It's all right, Marie. He somehow guessed the truth in a way." The letter read:
Dear Lizzie,
I cannot stop thinking about you and Frankie. Although we had two days together, I came to realize how empty my life had been before I met you. That's the truth. However, what is not the truth is ..I am not a seaman.
When you and Frankie saw me at the dock aboard the Accra, I pretended to be a seaman; I actually paid that bearded sailor on the stairs to let me stand at the railing.
I am a writer, and I live in Paisley...a town not far from Glasgow. Marie called me and told me about your predicament.
I thought it would be interesting to see the "characters" who were part of this whole charade.
I never expected to have feelings for Frankie, nor for you.
If you can forgive my slight deception, I would like to see the two of you again, if I may. If you throw away this letter, I'll know your answer..but if you care to see me, Marie will let me know.
Yours,Jack MacKenzie
"Jackkk..." Lizzie whispered under her breath as she pulled the letter close to her chest. Frankie was pensive as he put both his hands on his mother's shoulders. Marie and Ally started backing away slowly as they looked from the sea and into the darkness behind Lizzie. Frankie saw the couple's gaze shift and turned his head to see.
Approaching from the misty night was a tall figure. As Lizzie heard the footsteps, she intuitively stood up and faced whomever was coming toward her. The man was broad-shouldered and well-built, dressed in a leather jacket. As the moonglow caught his face, Lizzie studied the handsome features: the piercing green eyes and the warm, ever-broadening grin.
"Jack?" said Lizzie.
"Jack it is," replied the Stranger.
The tableau was as silent then as Frankie's world: Ally and Marie standing to the side; Jack and Lizzie facing each other; and Frankie, smiling as he had never smiled before.
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Mary’s Diary by Angel Dawn
May 2006 ~ 'Dracula 2000' Alternate Ending
April 23, 2001- The dreams have begun again. Stronger this time. I can see him plainly, can feel his arms around me, can feel his breath on my face. This time is different, though. I have no fear. Why do I no longer fear him?
Simon and I are to be married in June. Then why am I having these strange feelings for someone that I know to be dead? There is no possible way he can come back. Is there? I dare not tell Simon about my dreams. He would try to destroy what is left of HIM. I should WANT his remains completely destroyed, but, a deep part of me cannot bear the thought of destroying HIM completely. It would also destroy me. I shall just have to fight these awful dreams and these awful urges that accompany them.
April 25, 2001- I had another dream last night. He stared at me! In my mind, he spoke to me. "Mary, come to me. Give yourself to me, Mary." I know that it could not have been HIM. His remains are safely locked away! Yet, there he was today. And his eyes burned into me like they could see me, completely. He knows he is wearing me down, winning this war. I have got to tell Simon. But I know I can’t. HE won’t let me. I am lost.
May 15, 2001- HE has left me alone for a couple of weeks now. No dreams. But, God forgive me! I find myself thinking constantly about HIM! I go to sleep at night, hoping he will come to me. But, when he comes to me, my soul stirs in a way it has never before. Am I a horrible person to feel that way? Now that I have faced these feelings, Simon MUST NEVER know! I could never hurt him by letting him know that I am having these unnatural feelings for a monster!
May 16, 2001- Almost immediately when I put my diary down last night, HE came to me. I KNOW I was not asleep! God, forgive me! He took my soul to places I have never been. I know he was not REALLY there, but, how real his arms, how real his kisses felt. And I found myself giving over to him completely. HE has won. I find that I cannot fight HIM any longer. I can’t help it. I love him, to the very depths of me, I love him.
Simon has gone with some friends to England. He will be gone when I do what I must do. Oh, my Simon, I do love you, but I have found that my love for you is not strong enough to break HIS love for me and the love I that I now feel for him! Please do not try to find us, Simon. You deserve to be happy. Please don’t spend the rest of your life, like my father did, searching for something you cannot defeat.
May 18, 2001- My plans are now in place. I am writing this last entry in the vault. I will leave my diary here for Simon to find. Please understand, Simon.
I have made a small incision on my wrist and my blood is now dripping onto HIS coffin. I can see it disappearing into the all but invisible cracks, like being sucked through a straw. My love, I will give you as much of myself as it takes to bring you back to me. Forgive me for not loving you sooner. Stirring, I hear sounds of stirring from within. My love is waking, rejuvenating. Hurry my Love for I am growing weak...
When Simon returned to New Orleans, there was no sign of Mary. He called her friends. No one had seen or heard from her for several days. Then a shocking thought entered his mind. He raced to the vault where he and Mary had interred Dracula. The vault was standing open.
Simon entered the vault and realized his worse nightmare. The coffin was opened and empty. In the center of the room at the foot of the coffin, was Mary’s diary. He picked it up and began to read, his heart pounding furiously in his chest. After reading the last entry, Simon exited the vault again. He did not feel connected to his body. "It is finished then." Somehow, he knew he would never find her, it was too late.
They had returned to the Beginning, HIS beginning. In the Holy Land, near Jerusalem. There were caves and grottos and old tombs that were never disturbed. The last place on earth anyone would look for Dracula and his bride was the most Holy and Christian place on earth. Mary didn’t care where she was, she was with her Love.
