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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. . .)

"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.

Chapter 11

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A Meeting Unexpected

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Waking up had never been such a terrible experience. Her eyes were sore, her 
throat dry, and a killer headache on top of that. This was the first time she 
had ever been knocked out, and savored the after effects. Not quite a hang 
over, but close in introspective.

Slowly, she began opening her eyes, as even that was a challenge itself. She 
captured her surroundings. It had taken a moment to adjust to the light 
previously non existent. She was rewarded with the white ceiling above her 
room.

Pulling herself up to a sitting position on her bed, she touched the 
uncomfortable places that were all over her body. Feeling the smooth texture 
of a clothed material, she looked down upon herself. She had various bandages 
of white cloth all wrapped around her chest, and presumably her head as well 
by the restrained feeling.

Deciding she had wasted enough time, she stretched a bit before making her way 
to the edge of the bed. Upon descending to the floor below, it sent shivers 
down the souls of her feet.

It took peer willpower, to just keep them there to adjust to the cold texture, 
compared to the warmer bed she was on.

Hoisting herself to shift her weight to her feet, she felt her legs feel like 
jelly, before they buckled against her wishes. She cursed herself for 
disregarding the fact that she had just woken up, and her body had needed time 
for the blood to circulate. Just because the rest of her body was working 
well, didn't mean they would all start working in holy matrimony together, 
much to her inconvenience.

Vision blurred from the light impact, Carrie saw flashes of green, before her 
vision defined shapes and other colors like normal.

That was strange. . .

Thinking back, before she had blanked out, she had seen the same thing. . . 
Then she recalled it.

*"Ease the body, calm the soul, now focus. . ." "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!" "What do you see? What do 
you see before your eyes?. . ."*

A blurred figure of a woman appeared fizzled and unrecognizable in her mind, 
as all she could see was her shape. That lesson she had heard. . . She 
definitely had heard it somewhere, but where? A past memory perhaps? She 
couldn't recount where, or when she had, but she knew it was the key to 
unlocking the mystery of her powers.

She would take any and all ideas into account. She was open minded. That's 
what made her so very versatile. But the very same thing, that contributed to 
her naïve ideals.

With new inspiration, she knew how to go about it. She would get down to it, 
just as soon as the world stopped spinning so much. . .

Shaking the cobwebs from her head, Carrie picked herself up and leaned against 
the wall for support. She was glad no one had seen her in such a weak state. 
The demons here would laugh at how miserable she looked right now. The great 
Carrie Fernandez who had yet to defeat the Dark Lord, pitifully moving back to 
the safe haven, where she belonged.

No sooner had her fingers reached the bedside, snickering was heard. Searching 
her room, she saw nothing out of place. But this was a dark palace. The castle 
was crawling with baddies. One could never be safe in its cell. Who knew what 
creatures lurked in the shadows?

If it were anyone out to get her, she would welcome her demise now. She felt 
so weak, her head hurt, and her legs felt like jelly. Even her attire looked 
pitiful. She had so many complaints, that she was stressed. She would rather 
be relieved in death, then to be caught in such a state.

She had derived of her childish ways, and forced to mature faster than her own 
generation as the world was cruel in her childhood. That was the main playing 
factor of her current lines of thought. She would have thought nothing of it 
otherwise.

"Who is it?"

If Death was playing games again, she'd give him a piece of her mind. . . That 
is, unless he apologized.

Carrie was a very forgiving person. A good person at heart, despite her outer 
serious demeanor. That is, to her friends. To her foes. . .

The door to her room squeaked as it opened, snapping her back to reality.

*That's a new one. . .* she thought to herself.

Usually, whoever it was here, they wouldn't even bother using the front door. 
Carrie had learned that with great power, those who possessed it tended to 
show off before their victims presence. It was annoying, and it surprised her 
from time to time, changing her mood from whatever, to down right angry. What 
if she was changing her clothes? It had nearly happened a few times with Death 
coming in at the worst of times. He would always just look at her, raise an 
eyebrow, and be on his way. The nerve of some people! She didn't find it funny 
at all.

She decided to give a mask smile to whoever was that would walk in. They 
hadn't ticked her off as of yet. So she too would give them the benefit of the 
doubt and remain civilized.

In walked what could only be called a witch, with her oddly unnatural staff in 
hand. Her hat covered her face, as she remained faceless. Lifting her head, 
her disturbing eyes made its way into view.

The face was placed, and it was non other than Actrise!

*Stay calm! Stay calm!*

Despite her reasoning, she hyper ventilated. Her inability to defend herself 
at her predicament may have had a part in that.

*How can she be alive? . . I killed her!*

The guest before her had a mad expression quite clear on her face. What she 
was thinking would not be too hard to guess.

Upon her return from the land of the dead, she had returned to the castle. 
Surprised was she, that not all the intruders were dealt a bad hand. She was 
disgusted that the one who defeated her would reside in the same vicinity as 
her.

Sure she had tried and asked nicely on friendly terms for her to join their 
side, and she should be all the happier that she would be among them. Only two 
things changed that. She had been beaten by this human, when she was an 
immortal through and through! If it was any consolation, losing was not in her 
vocabulary.

She was angry, no furious that she herself had to offer one hundred children 
to Lord Dracula, in exchange for the second life bestowed upon her so she may 
remain ageless.

She had gotten what she had always wanted, even if she had to sell her soul to 
the devil. She had gained the power she had always dreamed of! She had gotten 
the revenge upon those who treated her unjustly as she had always found 
herself wishing it, but always out of reach. Her powers should have been 
second to none. To be bested by a lowly human was an outrage!

If there was one thing Actrise hated most, it was anyone stronger than her. 
Especially those who served the light. She scowled at that. She used to be all 
sweet and innocent, with a creative mind that rivaled even the most brilliant 
of her generation. Not once did they give her the respect she deserved! They 
had even turned their backs on her ideas as they would label them too wicked 
or the cons outweighed the pros.

Never did they praise her, but the other kids of their ingenuity. She knew 
someone out there would appraise her line of thoughts. . . Those who did not 
value too highly on human life. . .

She used to be like the one before her.

How come the world treated her so unfairly? How come she didn't suffer like I 
did? Questions like these fueled her with more reason to brew the hatred she 
had for Carrie.

Seeing the shocked look on the girl upon her entry was enough to lighten her 
day. She still had it.

Nonchalantly, Actrice smiled. Hiding the fowl mood she was in before, she 
broke the silence by exchanging pleasantries.

"What is that look upon your face? Is that anyway to greet me after the 
hospitality I've shown you the first time round?"

Carrie didn't in any way like her. From their encounters, she hadn't had the 
most pleasant of memories. The more she knew about her, the more she found 
herself disliking her. For that fact, she narrowed her eyes as if suspecting 
something.

*Actrice is crafty. She may very well be up to her old tricks again. But what 
can I do in my predicament? Oh Malus, where are you?*

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End of Chapter 11

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Authors Notes:

Well, here's Actrice for you! I hope the facts and what I made up gave you 
some in depth idea of her personality! I had help from Silverglaive. =D