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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. . .)

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. . ."

Chapter 14

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Lost Child

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Like a dream, she slowly ascended the hill, with her destination in site. The 
small gusts of wind blew wildly with the autumn leaves, as they swirled in 
delicate patterns along with the light snow and flickered her cloak upon her 
petite frame. The white symbol remained at the top before her sights, 
unaffected by the elements of nature.

As she grew nearer to her destination with every step, she left behind a 
small foot print in her stride. Her breathing hard and misty upon the cold 
atmosphere, as the air was slightly thinner as well.

Making her final steps, she stood before the well adorned cross of one who 
had moved on. Particularly, it was that of an important person that played a 
role in her life.

Slowly resting the carnations from her hands upon the polished stone floor 
beneath the holy relic, she clasped her hands together in pray.

"I wish I knew the answer to why I chose this path. . . I don't understand.."

She spoke directed, but at nobody for no one was around. She paused as if to 
wait for a reply. It was inevitable that it would never reply in anyway. It 
would remain as it was, nothing but a piece of carved rock upon its resting 
place.

Chuckling to herself, she slowly found tears flowing down her eyes. The tears 
fell as if time were delaying their descent before the light sound of it 
splattering on her attire was heard to those who listened well.

"I'm silly aren't I? Talking as if you could still speak to me."

Wiping her tear stained face with the side of her dress as the cold wind 
pierced deeply into her skin bringing shivers up her arm. Resting her head 
upon the cold surface of her mothers grave, she smiled as she believed her to 
be somewhere up in heaven, watching down upon her and listening to the things 
which she had to say.

"It matters not that you can't respond, I understand. But as long as you can 
hear me, listen to me, it's enough. . ."

Thinking of the words she would speak, she came out with nothing. How sad. . 
. She couldn't even think of the things she had bottled up inside.

"How sad I am. . . I came to speak my problems with you but I do not even 
understand myself. The reasons are beyond my grasp when I myself should know! 
What is wrong with me?" she sobbed lightly at that, while shaking her head in
her confusion. Confused why she couldn't identify the emotions which stirred within her at the very moment. All the pent up stress she had were unchained 
in a wave of pure emotion.

She had shown little emotion as she had forsaken god and distrusted adults as 
it would be used against her if they knew, knew that she was still a young 
girl on the inside and could be swayed.

But right now, no one would know. For only her mother, and herself were the 
only ones she ever revealed her secret to, and a secret it would remain.

Resting her head on top of the cross, she hugged it tightly, as if it would 
leave her if she relented. It gave little comfort, but it was what Carrie 
needed now.

Her crying had stopped, as tear stains were the only signs of it ever 
occurring. Silently, she wished, a selfish request, even though she knew it 
could never be granted.

"I miss you so much. . . I wish you were here with me. . ."

With that said, she began to feel tired as her eyes became heavy as they it 
was apparent that it took quite the will power to keep upon, which she did 
not have. Her arms, legs, and face had taken their toll from the unrelenting 
elements. She had taken too long in her stay, and her bodily functions had 
shut down one by one without her knowing it. She no longer even shivered, but 
felt warm again.

She was too contented to stay where she lay, to care about living anymore. 
There was no one waiting for her, no one that cared. . . No one but the 
devils to go back to. With these factors, she believed the world would not 
care if she were to disappear from it, as no one would miss her. Truly miss 
her. Even the choice she had made no longer held a purpose to her.

With this, she drifted off peacefully compared to the windy atmosphere.

Just a few steps behind her, the vast mist funneled until it solidified into 
Dracula. His long blue locks bellowed in the breeze giving him a devilishly 
intimidating look to all those who were to glimpse him now. He found the 
elements to his liking, as it was comforting to all those undead. Taking but 
only a moment to savor the feeling, he reopened his crimson eyes to the girl.


Pacing slowly to the shivering girl, he unclasped his cape from his back, and 
placed it like a blanket upon the unmoving girl. He had heard everything, and 
was heart broken. The girl was not as cheerful and accepting as he had first 
thought.

It had all been a clever mask to elude him into thinking she was contented, 
happy to be with him. But in reality, she was not. Her mask was crafted so 
well, that even he himself had been fooled when it was he who had easily 
manipulated her.

As he looked down at the prone form before him in sadness, he wanted to 
comfort her as he was worried for her welfare. It was strange that he should 
feel such emotions such as worry. Creatures like him should not have or feel 
pitiful feelings, but yet he did.

It must have been the boys body he had possessed and made his own. The child 
had been sickly in near death, but yet his spirit was strong. Their merging 
had left unforeseen side effects. He did not see the so called feelings much 
as necessarily a weak tribute, but as a nuisance. They were strange and 
constantly changing confusing him to no end. But right now, he paid them no 
mind. He could always ignore them for he was the dominant host of this body.


Picking the girl up slowly, as if she were made of delicate glass, he held 
her against his chest. Regarding the holy cross she had been mourning on, he 
snapped his fingers as he began to liquefy with Carrie in arms before 
mystifying.

A white rose rested beside the carnations upon the grave.

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End of Chapter 14

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Authors notes: This was my attempt to be dramatic on one of my favorite 
scenes! Hope you enjoyed it.