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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.

Chapter 13

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A cold day in Wallechia

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After an hours trek, the village was in her sights. Looking back into the 
distance, she saw the ominous castle barely within eyesight. Even at such a 
distance, one could locate Dracula's castle with ease.

Stretching the kinks out of her stiff arms, she proceeded into the village.

Nothing had changed much. Most notably, it was still bursting with activity 
since last she remembered. No one paid her much mind, as there were many 
visitors that came by on a regular basis. They usually came for the scenery 
for it was breathtaking. She saw a few familiar faces, but no one recognized 
her, which she would have been surprised if anyone did. She hadn't visited 
much in the past two years.

The village was built upon a small hill, which elevated above ground level 
enough to provide a wondrous view of the landscape. Small rivers surrounded 
the left bank of the village provided its inhabitants with fresh water, as 
the greenish land flourishing with life was used to grow crops.

The only difference that she could make were the newer wooden houses, with 
sturdy tiled roofs she hadn't recalled. The houses weren't small, but would 
be called cozy. Chimneys were a common site all over Wallechia, as someone 
always kept a fire going to cook, or to just bask in its warmness. Now that 
she thought about it, it was kind of windy suddenly. Luckily it still wasn't 
too serious, as she remained fairly warm enough in her sundress. Admiring the 
place as if reliving a memory, she almost didn't catch the stares other 
people were giving her. That drew attention to her, and she didn't actually 
favor it. Looking around, everyone was dressed in something dull like a 
tunic, or sweatshirt.

*It must be this pink. . . It's isolating me from the rest.*

But she couldn't do anything about it now, as she had brought no second set 
of clothing with her. What need would she have had of it before, when she 
would only be out shortly?

Looking at the location of the sun along with the alignment of her shadow, 
she judged it to be somewhere around 10 in the morning.

Walking across a bridge, she made her way to a restaurant. Stands were 
everywhere along the sides, and the streets were bursting with the populace. 
Finding what she was looking for, she ate in silent reminiscence.


Other customers fond it odd for that a girl would eat silently by herself 
with a second set of plates on the opposite side as if she were not alone. 
The manager didn't care as long as she paid.

The air had gotten colder when she had finished, and even the once sunny sky 
was now heavily clouded. Rubbing her hands together, she created some warmth 
with friction. Winter was starting to set in.

Heading quickly down the street, she headed to the shopping district and 
bought a warm cloak with a few pieces of gold. She had enough of it to last a 
month in her pouch.

Tightening the cloak around herself, she hoped it would be enough to keep her 
warm for the remainder of her stay. The natural elements were not in favor of 
her. Clasping the string of her hood around her neck, she provided some 
resistance from the wind from her numbing ears.

She'd have to be quick with her business, or else succumb to the elements if 
she were out too long. Though she had the extra outer clothing to keep her 
warm from the cold air, she had no intention of staying in the village when 
she thought about the warm bed that awaited her back at the castle. It was 
growing on her.

Quickening her pace, she had found the flowers her late mother had adored. 
She was on her way, right after a light conversation with the lady behind the 
counter. She was happy to get rid of them, as they would die out certainly as 
the seasons changed. Even so, she was a curious fellow and had asked her what 
or who they were for. Replying honestly, she smiled and offered an extra 
batch to Carrie while complimenting about how more teenagers should be like 
her.

With carnations in hand, she was done here.

Relocating the path she took, she backtracked to the gravel walkway she had 
been on recently.

*Why am I doing this?*

It was always nagging on her mind now and then. Why had she befriended the 
enemy of mortals? Why did she find being in such close proximity of the 
castle comfortable enough to stay? Many would think her mad.


Even fewer would truly ever understand her, as even she hardly understood 
herself. It may have been because of the circumstances, but she had received 
something long lost and it stirred her emotions from within.

Even with such thoughts invading her mind, she would dismiss them and they 
would return later. It was never good to dwell upon the past. It brought bad 
memories. . .

Another violent gust of wind hammered into her frame, bellowing her cloak 
around her dress. Snow was starting to set, as a light layer was already 
piling on the fields around her. Even the street stands were being picketed, 
as the weather proved to be too foul for their tastes to stick around.


Making her way, she hitched a ride on a friendly farmers wagon. He would be 
heading in the same direction for a few miles, and she could use the break. 
The snow was getting thicker upon the path beneath, as the wheels left behind 
tread marks.

A peculiar thing that she had noticed was a group of four travelers that 
looked misplaced just entering a nearby restaurant. Even though they were 
quite some distance away as her ride began striding away, she made out some 
of their features.

They all were dressed differently from the villagers, marking them as 
strangers. Also the unusual long silver haired figure which was one of them 
seemed a bit pale. He was vibrating an aura which was disturbing her flow of 
mana. . .

Distanced and nearly out of sight, that man paused to look toward the 
shrinking wagon with the corner of his eyes, before joining his companions. 
He had felt a familiar presence when the girl had been close. . . Saving that 
thought for later, he joined his party. They would need to discuss their 
plans now that they had finally arrived in Transylvania. . . The dark castle 
loomed just over horizon, within his sights. If the villagers had spoken the 
truth, it would be there. He would finally be able to claim the fabled 
Necronomicon for his own purposes. The book of the dead. . .

*It won't be long now. . . My destiny awaits. . .*

(Later, on the path to the Castle)

"That's far enough, I'll be getting off her." she said to the farmer as they 
reached the opening of an embankment to a hill. They had chatted about mostly 
nothing for the duration of her stay. It had been nice to talk to the old 
man.

"Are you sure? I could take you further up the hill." He asked persistently. 
It was a long way up, and leaving a little girl by herself this far from 
civilization was worrying him. He just had to be sure.


"I would like to walk the rest of the way. Please understand. . ." eyes 
glittering back at him, it was hard to say no. It was convincing enough for 
him.

"Well, okay. . ." What else could he say? The girls mind was made up.

Dropping the act, she smiled at him before hoisting herself to the ground 
below. She shrank a few inches in the layering snow. Checking herself for all 
her belongings, she gave the farmer a wave goodbye in appreciation as he 
disappeared down the road.

Left too wander in his own thoughts alone again, he discovered he had been 
tricked by the girl. Looking back, she had already disappeared. . . Best not 
to think too much about it, and get his business done quickly. It was getting 
quite chilly outside too.

Taking another breath, Carrie released a small gust of freezing air. Turning 
to face the obstacle before her, she gave out a sigh before attempting the 
rest of the climb with her mother's gift in hands.

"I'm coming mother. . ."

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End of Chapter 13

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Authors Notes: I just felt like adding this part in. I'm building character 
and stuff. I like developing characters personalities and stuff. It helps the 
story and explain why they do things in the long run. Some people thought I 
rushed Carrie giving into Dracula too quickly in the beginning, so I'm going 
to try and avoid that in future.