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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. . .)

[*She was the first to perish. do not think it will not end here, as your 
path is bathed in blood. The more you spill, the closer you'll come to 
realizing your goal. It is not so simple. . .*]

The pain was strong, every time Dracula would try to defy that voice. It was 
controlling him, manipulating him. Torturing his newly existing sanity, and 
restoring him back to his heritage. Carrie was no longer here to prevent it. . .

Devilishly he hauled himself up after a long motionless pause. Smiling 
sinisterly, he awaited the visitors to approach and meet their fate in his 
awaiting hands. . . They may not have been the first, but they also would not 
be the last to carve his path before him. Chuckling, he now waited for the 
mortals to present themselves if they deemed worthy enough. If not. . . He 
had other things scheduled to attend to.


Actrise smiled from the dark corner. It seemed the Dark Lord was back.

Chapter 20

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Memories

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A void, devoid of all color but white. Nothing but her flowed mindlessly in 
its depth. She hugged her legs to her head as her thoughts wandered. To 
where, she didn't know. How it had happened was in question. She didn't even 
know why she was here. Just floating, timelessly in the void alone. All by 
herself. . . Nothing seemed to make any sense. As it was, she asked herself 
questioningly again and again. . .

*I don't, understand. . .*

*I don't, understand. . .*

Never had she been so confused. She knew not of why it had all happened. It 
all lead back to Malus, Count Dracula. But why did this happen? Why did he. . 
.

*I was waiting. . . Waiting such a long time. . . There was someone who 
believed in me. . . Someone who believed I could accomplish something. . . 
Someone which I found love in. . . So I could believe. . . Who are you?. . .*


Looking up, she saw him staring back at her with crimson eyes complimenting 
an evil smile which fit perfectly together. They stared at each other before 
he plunged his hands into her. . .

Slowly, consciousness returned to her. She awoke to feel the soft velvet 
blanket over her. She squirmed around slightly, annoyed she had gone to bed 
in her dress. As she looked around, recognition was lost to her. She could 
register painfully of injuries which she could not remember how. Getting up, 
she regretted it moments after as her head was still recuperating. A hand lay 
on her back helping her to slow her descent to the inviting bed below.

"Easy there, your injured." A voice spoke.

Wincing again, she found her head hurt quite a bit now that she felt it 
bandaged tightly. She should have known by the pressure it had presented.


"You should be careful, this castle is roaming with monsters. Luckily we 
found you along the way." Spoke the voice again, which was definitely female.

Opening her eyes slowly to adjust to the light, she stared wide eyed as she 
found herself in an unfamiliar room colored orange. Looking at her host, she 
saw her features as she stared back concerned for her, sitting on the right 
side of her bed.

She had green hair, and a serene face. Her eyes seemed to swirl in blue 
almost too slow for an observer to see, but she could. How?


Gathering herself, she nodded slowly after the pain subsided, she took in her 
unfamiliar surroundings.

"What is this place?"

"The Villa, in one of its many rooms." Spoke a voice to her right.

"The Villa?. . ."

Turning her head to face him, she saw a man dressed in red armor with a head 
guard standing by the door. He had his sword sheathed as he leaned upon its 
hilt mumbling in his own world.

"The sooner we rid of Dracula, the sooner peace will reign."

She found herself suddenly feeling angry for some reason before it 
disappeared as soon as it adorned her face.

*Why did I get so mad all of a sudden?*

"I'm Sean, that is Jun. May I ask what your name is?" He addressed her.

Silence. . .

"What's my name. . . I'm not sure. . ." her face fell. "I can't remember who 
I am. . ." As hard as she tried, she could not recall what it was. Lost in 
the void was it, and unable to redeem that name which was lost to her.


Jun sadly stared back at the young girl. She could sympathize with her. She 
was suffering.

"Amnesia. . ."

Raising an eyebrow, Sean questioned with rapt interest.

"This is a far too dangerous place to be wondering about. Do you remember how 
you got here? Anything at all?"

Trying desperately to remember, she found it hard as perspiration dripped 
down her head. She could only recall bits and pieces as she tried so hard. A 
fuzzy image of a man with crimson eyes was all she could see. Who it was, she 
could only guess. It disappeared from her right after, as out of sight, out 
of mind. Forgotten in a fog of confusion. The shock was clearly seen in the 
widening of her eyes.

"I don't remember anything. Why I'm here, how I got here, who I am. . . Not 
even my name. . . nothing. . . nothing. . ." she stared at nothing, as she 
found nothing of her past. As hard as she tried, she could not remember the 
answer to any of the answers she should have known.

"Take it easy on her, she needs to recover Sean." Jun retorted in a 
commanding tone from her seat. Feeling both ashamed and guilty, Sean waved 
his hands in defeat.

Looking back at her patient, she asked.

"So, what should we call you then?"

Silence, as they all awaited the nameless to name herself.

"Call me Carol. . ."

"Alright Carol, it would be safer if you stuck with us. Maybe you might 
recall something through time. Do you know how to fight?"

Taking only a moment to ponder, she knew by heart that she was capable of 
such tasks. Nodding her head in confirmation, the others caught her small 
gesture.

"Okay, we'll wait till morning when your wounds patch themselves up enough 
without hindrance. Dracula can wait another day. . ." spoke Sean plainly, 
with an emotionless façade.

Even though he had demonstrated none to his traveling companion Jun, she knew 
that he was itching to avenge the passing of Alex. Even though she was being 
swayed to her darker side, she found herself still in control enough not to 
make reckless actions. It would not reward them well if they were to wander 
in unprepared. Alex had paid the price in setting an example. She would be 
merciless when her fated battle would come. Her other self was yearning to 
show retribution.

*Dracula. . . I feel as if I should know of him before. . . But where? . . .*

A sudden hand resting upon her shoulders awoke her from her thoughts. Looking 
up the length of it, she found it was Jun.

"Don't worry too much over your little head Carol. You should drink this to 
get your strength back, here."


Offered the bowl of what she could examine as soup, Carol took it gratefully 
with her awaiting hands.

"Yummy. . . Thank you. . ." she returned weakly. She was still weak from 
blood loss as her injuries were still quite fresh. She had been out not 3 
hours ago. It was close to midnight, and the place was crawling with 
creatures at night. Which could be another reason why they would wait for her 
to recover other than her current predicament. She couldn't even take care of 
herself. . . She felt disappointed for some reason.

Sipping slowly on the warm soup from a wooden spoon, she finished in good 
time. Jun put them away without a word, before tucking her in. She found 
herself somehow able to smile even when things seemed so gloomy. She had 
always wanted a child, and wondered if when she finally settled down, she'd 
have one as innocent and obedient as the one before her. If parenting left 
such a lovely feeling, maybe she'd one day have one of her own. . . with. . .


Quickly slapping herself for the direction her thoughts wandered, she quickly 
scanned around for anyone who would have noticed. Checking no one was looking 
at her, especially him, she regained her composure. It was bad to exploit 
such things, as it would damage her already infamous reputation. She was 
happy the way it was.

"You should rest now, to regain your strength for tomorrow morning." She 
commented as she performed the actions of making sure Carol was tucked in 
comfortably.

"Don't worry about them demons, I'll stand guard tonight. None of them are 
coming in through this door." Sean appraised himself shamelessly from his 
location while tapping on the wooden frame just incase they didn't get what 
he meant.

"Oh sure we'll rest easy, with big and strong Sean keeping guard. Right 
Carol?" Jun commented dripping with sarcasm with arms crossed.


Giggling at that, she found herself right at home.

Before Jun called in for the night, she found one more thing to comment on. 
With her back turned, she spoke over her shoulder.

"One more thing Seany. . . Don't think you have the privilege to watch over 
us girls with your eyes."

He face faulted.

"I w-wouldn't do t-that!" he stumbled.

Putting her right index finger at her lips pondering, she quickly replied.

"Well. . . Make sure your eyes don't wander farther than that door, okay?"

Nodding almost too sincere to see reluctance, they left it at that.

Taking one last look at her two new friends, she found herself assured enough 
to sleep peacefully through the night without worries. It took her a while 
before she slept, as that man in her vision would now and then plague her 
mind. Could it mean something?

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End of Chapter 20

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Authors Notes: Taking my time writing. Maybe three to four chapters to go 
before I conclude this story.