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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. . .)

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.

Chapter 10

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Face to face with Death

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Early in the morning, the sun shined brightly. Not a cloud was in the sky, as 
the wind bellowed lightly. Underneath the sky benevolent mood, trained Carrie. 
She could be seeing practicing above the clock tower, as perspiration was 
lightly dripping down her features.

Releasing yet another of her specialties, she found herself fatigued and out 
of breath. She had yet to discover how to wield two orbs at once. Thinking 
back to her unavoidable battle with the undead Ferdinand warrior, she had used 
three at a time, even if they were smaller and less potent.

With time, no doubt she too could perform such feats and possibly more. All 
she had to do was wait for her powers to develop more, manifest if you will. 
But, she had not the patience or time to wait for such things. She required it 
soon, as the enemy was approaching, all in due time.

Taking a moment to catch her breath, she repeated the actions once more. Both 
hands help up in front of her, and then a small will to spark its journey 
forward. A very delicate and easy process if you did it one at a time, but too 
wild to wield it the same time as she attacked with her razor rings.

That was the problem she now had, which she had not thought about much before. 
All she thought back then, was how this new power would help her stop Count 
Dracula. Now, she saw how flawed her current powers were. They were powerful, 
but still fresh from when they manifested.

She would always have to completely focus at the task at hand to release it, 
except for minor things like physical maneuvers as long as it wasn't an 
attack.

Getting her second wind, she released another orb, which zoomed effortlessly 
before her with no target in its sights. An illusion of a man dissipated where 
her attack passed.

Her conscience was nabbing at her again. She wished it would just go away. How 
could she concentrate if her morals and value of life were holding her back? 
But, it was what made her human, sane, or else she would just be a mindless 
killing machine, like those lifeless skeletons that knew nothing else but 
battle.

So distracted was she in the mind, that she didn't notice a scythe like blade 
on a pole around her neck until it barely touched her. It had a glassy silver 
sheen, which was cold to the touch. Seeing her reflection upon it, she saw her 
assailant.

Only one person she knew had such a signature weapon. Who else, but the 
embodiment of the Grim Reaper, Death?

Watching carefully through the mirror like blade, she saw the narrowing of two 
glowing red eyes, as his expression unreadable, for he had not a muscle on his 
face.

"Oh my, so focused were you that you lost your surroundings in a haze of fog? 
Amusing. . ." snickering, he distanced his weapon, before claiming it back to 
wherever he kept it, possibly pocket space.

Releasing a breath she did not know she was holding, her knees buckled against 
her wishes to stay on her feet.

Looking up at him, she found herself snarling. Giving her meanest glare, it 
proved ineffective. She just wasn't convincing enough to drive fear into him. 
He just regarded her with eyes tilted, before pulling her up by the neck.

Startled, she yelped until she found herself standing upright again.

"Your going about it all wrong. Maybe I can be of help?"

Before she could decipher whatever he meant by that, she found herself ducking 
on instinct, once she saw something out of the ordinary blindside where her 
head used to be. Looking back up, she saw his scythe out once more, before he 
gripped it double handed.

"Come, show me this power you possess! Let's dance!"

With that said, he fazed in and out toward her as she crawled backwards from 
his approach. The aura of death, reeked in the air.

*He's serious!*

As quick as she had blinked her eyes, she had suddenly lost him. Scanning the 
surrounding area, she saw nothing, heard nothing but the howling wind.

"Where are you looking?" Which startled her to no ends. The chill of his voice 
was enough to spook her.

His cloak bellowed from his sudden reentry as he drove his blade in a 
horizontal one handed stroke. Only her natural reflexes saved her there, as 
she found her body diving in the same direction as the blade went, into a tuck 
and roll once she touched the ground and unlocked her rings from her sides in 
one motion.

Up righting herself once more, she caught a glimpse of his smile beneath his 
hood. It was the smile of a sadist. One who would find no better pleasure than 
to destroy you physically, emotionally, and spiritually.

Vanishing once again, she was all alone, as she heard nothing, saw nothing, 
felt nothing. Even the air was crisp without a waft of his scent. They told 
her there was nothing, but she knew there is.

This time, he appeared gliding in from the front of her sight, in a suicide 
charge.

Ducking the strike she saw from the movement of his shoulders, she jumped 
accordingly to the low slash he threw, and returned the favor by doing a 
double handed blitz with the rings. Only to hit nothing. . .

Nothing went without reward, as she took a shoulder ram in mid air from her 
flank.

Sliding some distance, she got up again, as once more he was gone. That was 
the last time she'd ever trust her senses. Regardless of what they told her, 
they were all wrong. They gave false information that lead to false sense of 
security. Totally unreliable. They were betraying her. . .

No longer would she trust them, but rely on what would never betray her. Her 
instincts.

Relaxing herself, she entered a calm state. Upon completion she began hearing 
a voice. Somehow she recognized the voice, and its significance. It felt more 
like a long passed lesson.

*Ease the body. . . Calm the soul. . . Now focus. . .*

It sounded like a long passed lesson.

She was already doing the actions, but focusing. She knew there was more.

Unconsciously, her sealed memories were unlocking bit by bit. Until she 
grasped the concept further.

Ducking yet another decapitating swing, she threw a quick blast, before 
beginning the charge a second. Carrie didn't notice the slight energy emitting 
from both hands, as the voice continued.

*The power you need is all around you. The air, the trees, your life force. 
Will it to help you, to aid you. It is simple. Grasp this power in your 
hands!*

She was starting to tire, as her body was long warned out. But her will power 
kept her going. Her movements were getting sluggish, as they had been worn out 
of the grace they once held.

Listening to the voice, she tried with hard to focus, but her mind wavered 
between avoiding the deadly strokes, and deducting defensive maneuvers. She 
had not the time to be distracted, yet she could not dismiss what the voice 
had told her.

Her inner conflict lead her to a clean blow from the hilt of her opponents 
weapon.

Hitting the ground hard, she tried to get up. Slowly she got on all four. Her 
head was ringing, and her eyes unfocused. Green glowing lines appeared all 
around, as her eyes wavered with him just barely within her sights. He was 
devoid of the colorful greenish patterns as he was entangled by darkness 
compared to the greener surrounding.


With one final note, the voice spoke.

*What do you see? What do you see before your eyes?. . .*

It was all but for a moment, before the strange vision dispersed, and darkness 
claimed her.

Collapsing at last, Death walked silently to Carrie. Looking down, he found 
himself frowning.

Usually, when a mortal faces a close encounter with death, a point of no 
return for the living, they would demonstrate supernatural feats in their will 
to survive. That, or they just died regardless anyways. Was Dracula wrong 
about the hidden potential of this human?

Crouching, swinging his weapon to rest on his back, he pondered.

*No, it would be unlike him to make such foolish observations without a 
reason. . .*

Thinking back to the fight, she had lasted longer than many before when 
against him. She had put up quite a fight, but he was better. He had centuries 
to perfect his skills and techniques.

Sure, it was not surprising for her to be defeated. But he could not deny the 
fact that she had lasted quite long, even after exhausting herself in her 
pitiful training before trudging blindly into unfamiliar tactics he had 
demonstrated.

Recounting the battle, he thought in the end where he had seen the glazed 
look, as she stared back at him. There was something else in her expression, 
her eyes. . . That he had seen in there. . . But it was so small, that he 
dismissed it.

It was of no importance to him, as she had lost. A fact was a fact. She had 
shown great will power, and he would admit she wielded great power. But she 
was too weak, and young to understand or deserve the power she had at her 
disposal.

He scowled at that. For a mortal to possess such things, made him angry. Only 
they should have possessed such gifts, as they were the chosen ones to rid the 
Earth of its pestilence. It made him wonder how humans could wield such forces 
against them and ultimately stop their plans. It was an enigma.

"Well. . . We better get you patched up, girl."

If there was anything he hated more than the life itself, it was sparing a 
life. It was not his forte, as it just wasn't his area of influence. Sickened 
more than anyone could imagine, he got it over with, cursing all the way.


After all, the less he dwelled upon it, the quicker his grief would end.

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End of Chapter 10

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Authors Notes:

It would have been too practical for Carrie to just come up with new found 
powers in the middle of this battle. I'm pretty sure everyone, if not most 
people would think she would have pulled it off and won. Until next time!