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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 21

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Reunion with Evil

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The halls were like tombs in the basement. A corner at every turn, like a 
maze it lured him on. As he traveled deeper into the sanctum, it seemed as if 
the walk was endless. Though the minions he resurrected had fended off those 
undead which would dare stand before him, did not relieve his guard upon the 
floors. Full of traps as a faulty step could be his last. Turning another 
corner, he came face to face with another servant granted dark powers by him. 
This one was more potent in the waves of negative energy he felt. He could 
just taste the power the Necronomicon must have granted. This could be the 
tip of the iceberg.

"We meet at last, human." Spoke Actrise with hands folded.

Raising an eyebrow, Zander gave a snort, before giving his reply.

"A lowly servant I see before me. Leave and I'll let you live a bit longer." 
Chuckling at that, he laughed before her.

The anger did not show on her face, as it remained neutral of all emotion. 
This one was cockier than the ones she was use to. She'd enjoy disembodying 
this one.

"I'll have your tongue for that." She announced before summoning her dark 
shards from her staff towards the laughing man. Unconcerned was he as he 
snapped his fingers, and a wall of bones erupted before him to repel the 
measly attack. After a few seconds of silence, the wall of corpses descended 
to nothingness, leaving behind a small army of skeletons.

"You tapped into the forces of the dead. How can this be?" Actrise asked. 
Awed was she that a mere human could do such things, and one that didn't use 
any holy water, baptized, or blessed magic. He had used the same energy as 
her own. . . Negative mana.

Taking a more thorough look at the man before her, she now noticed he dressed 
not like any warrior of the light should be. He wore dark cloaks which 
cascaded down his front and had unruly silver hair. The eyes devoid of all 
life, as no kindred spirit this one possessed. Seeing the unmoving undead 
with him confirmed her suspicions. How did she miss such characteristics?


"A necromancer. . ." inside she wanted to flee, but to show weakness would 
assure her death.

Smirking sinisterly, Zander commented.

"I see you recognize me, but too bad. You are in my way, you shall be 
removed. . . permanently. . ."

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"Wake up sunshine, it's time to go." Carol heard. Stirring in her bed in 
reluctance to leave her bed, she almost found herself saying "5 more minutes 
mom. . .".

Her senses came back to her, as she regained her bearings. The aches from 
last night had dulled in persistence. The first thing she felt was the 
unfavorable taste of her mouth. She'd have to fix that. Yawning while 
stretching, she followed Jun out to the bathroom to freshen up.


There was finally a mirror to see herself in. The reflection which stared 
back at her seemed familiar somehow. . .

*Of course it seems familiar! It is you. But who are you? That stares back at 
me?*

Mapping her own face with the hanging mirror, she stood mesmerized by the 
color of her eyes. She gave that a thought to all the people she had met. 
Even though her memory was seriously limited in the past department, she knew 
somehow that her eyes were different. They held significance which may well 
answer the questions about herself.

Taking all the time which was needed, she was ready. Looking at her two 
guardians, she gave them a nod in affirmative, before they started walking 
down the halls of the Villa.

As they further reached into the depths of the castle they made small 
conversation. With three of them, it was a piece of cake. There was always 
someone watching your back, and three angles to detect danger. As they 
progressed, Carol grew a deeper understanding of her powers and how to wield 
it.

The translucent greenish lines in her vision would appear more often as they 
progressed. It was clear her powers were manifesting, but to what extent 
would it end? She found herself regaining an edge which rivaled that of her 
two companions. But unfortunately, she would have serious headaches as she 
gathered bits and pieces of her old life. That was only second worst, to the 
pain she ignored from her irritated injuries.

As she stared at the sword Sean used, curiosity got the best of her. The way 
he weaved it, the way it danced.

Catching her glimpse upon his weapon, he answered the unasked question.

"It's special to me. This weapon of mine cannot be wielded by another but my 
family line."

What was that suppose to mean? Carol didn't understand every word he spoke, 
but caught an underlining meaning. The weapon was special, and no other could 
take it from him.

As they traveled together, she grew a deeper understanding of the powers they 
possessed.

Sean had demonstrated unnatural flames which sparked from his hands.

Jun. . . She was an enigma. Somehow she could feel a great power within her, 
but she had never demonstrated it throughout their journey. It was as if she 
was incapable of wielding it to its full potential. She kept her care free 
exterior when she were to face an opponent, as she did some fancy movements 
with her bare hands. Every now and then Carol would catch her twitching her 
left eye and a total 180 degree change in personality. It could have been 
nothing, but it only happened when she engaged in combat. It would seem that 
she was very deadly, but at a peaceful level however that may be possible. 
Her ability lay with water. When she smiled back at her in reassurance after 
a random encounter, she would find herself cringe as it seemed forced. Her 
demeanor was in a way, unstable. . . As if trying to contain some demon 
inside. . . Carol found herself shamefully thinking that she may be more 
dangerous than any creature if she were to let that split personality of hers 
out of control.

Upon reaching the gates of the garden maze, a woman dressed in red stepped 
out. Her appearance halted their advance. Sean stared at her with an 
appraising eye, before sighing at the sight of her paleness. It looked like 
this one was another blood sucking vampire.

Smiling mischievously, she spoke.

"My master has sent me to send you on your way. He does not want to be 
disturbed. I will make it so. It's time for you to sleep. I can assure you 

eternal happiness." She smiled as seductively as she could. It might have 
worked if not for the serious atmosphere.

"You are a lowly servant of the Dark Prince. You aren't even worth our time. 
Leave now, and I shall spare you. You are but a stepping stone in our quest." 
Was Sean's reply.

Sneering angrily, she raised both hands enclosed together as if to grasp a 
hilt within the confines of the empty space provided. She wasn't disappointed 
when a rusted sword came to life.

"Rusted it may be, but still as deadly. You will be a stain on my sword. 
There will be no mercy for you. . ." She spoke slowly as she narrowed her 
eyes in anticipation.

"And I will assure you that this stepping stone you speak of will be too high 
for you to overleap. . ." echoed a voice from nowhere and everywhere. Rosa 
smiled as the area behind her fluctuated.

*I sense the presence of something, yet nothing. Could this be?* was the line 
of thought in Sean.

*Darkness is coming. . .* Jun.

*What is this feeling?. . .* pondered Carol.

Slowly the surrounding garden deteriorated, as the surrounding flowers 
accelerated aging to the point of extinction. A faceless man dressed in an 
ominous dark cloak now occupied the space behind Rosa back to back. The gleam 
coming from his weapon of choice was enough to pray tell who had graced them 
with his presence.

She felt hatred for him, yet she also felt familiarity. Somehow she knew that 
they had crossed paths before and would many times to come. She also knew 
that he would also be there when she crossed over to the next life, if there 
was one. Even though his presence should have scared her, she had already 
encountered him many times before. She knew that for a fact on the conscious 
level, without even having to think about it. Her intuition told her that he 
would be an obstacle they would have to vanquish. Looking over her shoulders, 
she saw her two companions tense. They could feel it too.

Death locked eyes with Carol for a moment of familiarity before shifting his 
gaze to the other girl.

*Hmm. . . Seems Dracula has failed to kill the girl. What a pity. . .*

Locking eyes with the enemy, Jun stepped took a step toward him. She had 
chosen her victim.

"Nothing personal, but I must win."

Lowering her head slightly, there was silence before she raised her eyes to 
view. Gone was the carefree façade which all knew of unwary, and present was 
her alternate personality. The face of a sadist, who found nothing more 
pleasing than to inflict pain. One who basked in the joy of spilling blood. 
The Demonic Fox eyes manifested from her sub consciousness had taken control 
of her vessel.

Observing the snow around her battle field, she smiled.

*Perfect. . .*

Snaking out a jeweled handle from her sash, the snow around her blew wildly 
before it, solidifying to the shape of a sword as the violent swirling came 
to an end. Performing a few practice swings, she settled to a killing stance. 
She was ready.

Sizing each other up, Death found mutual respect for the girl. She had 
something which excited him to no end. A worthy challenger was always so hard 
to come by.

Shaking his head, Sean tightened his grasp upon his sword, and released 
stiffness built in his neck before rising to the challenge.

"I guess I will play with you." Mockingly he replied to Rosa.

Who was she to fight then? Carol was caught in indecision as she pondered. 
She wanted to help, but who? She detested doing nothing. It gave her a 
feeling of helplessness.

Peering behind his shoulder, he gave a thought before speaking.

"It's okay. Let us handle this. You need to rest this one out."

Even though she wished otherwise, the truth was there and she had to 
reluctantly settled as a mere spectator. To join in, in her condition would 
be a burden.

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End of Chapter 21

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Authors Notes: I'm only going to make another 2 chapters, and I'm finished. 
Hard to write and out of ideas.