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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.

Note: If you are a Carrie Fan and want more stories on her, go to CFAS (Carrie 
Fernandez Appreciation Society). It can easily be located on yahoo by 
searching Carrie Fernandez.

(Previously. . .)

"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?*

Chapter 12

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Reminiscence of the past

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It would have been alright, if they had met under different circumstances. But 
trouble seemed to follow Carrie around like a moth to the flame. She never 
asked for it, but regardless of her unwillingness, they just did.


Strangely, Actrise seemed just the same as before, as she strolled down 
towards her. Nervous would be the word she would use now.

The witch never leaving her sights, she struggled as she managed to roll onto 
the bedside, just as Actrise stopped her advance a few feet from her.

"Well I see you've come to your senses. Finally decided to make the right 
choice?" sarcastically she remarked.

"She does show promise. I can vouch for that. She has become a powerful ally 
to our cause." A new voice commented.

Death had chosen this time to appear. Peering at the other two occupants, he 
decided to sit down next to Carrie, as she scooted over happily as he had made 
his intentions clear, by his gestures.

Looking back up at his significant partner in evil, he had to hold from 
laughing at her face. She just stood there, and no doubt she did not welcome 
his presence. Few did, but usually within common grounds that goes along with 
the same lines of thinking.

He had been sent here by his pal to stop whatever sinister schemes Actrise 
might have planned behind their backs. He knew her and how she worked, and she 
definitely needed to be kept an eye on.

Though it would entertain him greatly to just watch the scenes unfold, it 
would not please Count Dracula if she were to fall to harm without his 
blessing.

Looking at the eyes of Death, Actrise could guess of why he was here, and 
decided to drop her case for now. They shared a mutual understanding, which 
was why they had no need to speak to each other. This is how they worked so 
perfectly together in the revival of his pal, her master.

Looking at the girl one last time, she sighed and resigned. There was she 
wanted to talk about now. Shaking her head upon her departure, she placed the 
circumstances as another reason to hate the world. The sooner they ridded of 
the thorns that would plague them, the better off the world would be in their 
accepting hands.

Slowly, she disappeared before the wooden door.

Looking back at the young Fernandez, Death met her nervous glare.

*Probably assuming that I have a scheme up my sleeve. . .*

That thought was not too far off in truth, as Carrie was refusing to ease up 
and let down her guard. Who knew what plans he had in store for her? The last 
thing she needed was to have escaped from one evil, to be imprisoned by 
another.

Frankly, they both were just as bad and her end would not be pretty either 
way.

With nothing else to do, he too made his leave. There were better things to do 
and he didn't want to waste his time here. Life was short, and it wouldn't do 
if he took too long. No use trying to talk rationally with the girl, as she 
was too nervous. They tended to be on the tad violent side when they were.

*No need to encourage her further.* he assured.

Slipping off the bedside, he dusted his shoulders off before fazing from view. 
She roamed her eyes around the room in suspicion upon his departure. You could 
never tell if he had clearly left.

With that done, she decided to sleep in. It may have been daybreak outside, 
and still a bit early, but she needed to speed up her healing. Sleep was the 
main factor to getting well sooner. That's what the doctors usually said.

(The next morning)

Carrie was up and walking around again. Resting had did wonders for her aches 
and pains. As soon as she had woken up, she had gotten dressed, and eaten 
breakfast in the kitchen. Someone would assume it would be crawling with 
monsters, but the fact was there wasn't one in sight. Skeletons didn't have 
the need to eat, and werewolves would not spend the time cooking but hunt in 
the Forest of Silence.

Even so, it was a mystery of why the castle would have need of such as place 
if no one used it.

*Maybe it's just for looks?*

Surprisingly, they had clean water in storage. Strange as the rivers outside 
were all poisoned one way or another.

It had been okay in the start, with the chicken and beef. But where was the 
scrambled eggs? The bacon? The fresh white bread? It was starting to get to 
her.

Decided on a course of action, she wrote a letter of her where she would be 
going, and when she'd be back in her room. A force of habit, crafted into her 
by her adopted mother. She had been the mother she had always wanted, and 
cherished everyday she had with her. Until that fateful day. . . Wiping the 
growing tears in her eyes, she smiled.

*She wouldn't want me to be sad. . . She would always want me to be happy. . 
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Having that done, she made her leave to the village of Wallechia. It had been 
a long time since last she'd been there. She would be sure to buy carnations. 
Her mother had always loved them in her garden dearly, and whenever she had 
given her these wonderful flowers, it was well worth the heart warming smile 
she would receive.

Everyday, her mother would brighten her day with the scrambled eggs, bacon, 
and fresh bread that Carrie had grown a liking to. It wasn't that it was the 
best food she had ever tasted, but the sentimental value it represented. It 
reminded her of all the happy times they shared together only mother and 
daughter.

Every moment they shared together was special.

With those thoughts, she looked forward to going back to the village where all 
her fondest memories resided.

As she began walking, she decided nothing would detour her good mood away.

The skies reflected her mood perfectly.

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End of Chapter 12

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Authors Notes: Not much happening here, but I had to get it out of the way. It 
was hard thinking of how to continue after meeting with Actrise from the last 
chapter.