I never understand why hardcore Castlevania fans hated Castlevania 64 so much, because it's my favorite game in the world, and I like it ten times better than all the other Castlevania games I've played. I even like it better than The Ledgend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, which is a pretty big freaking compliment for a game, since Ocarina of Time is one of the most loved games in the world.
I still haven't played Legacy of Darkness, which makes me angry!
This fanfiction is weird. I haven't even written it yet, (I write the author comments first, always, which doesn't make sense, but whatever) but I know it's weird because it's for Castlevania 64.
The Red Roses
The stained glass windows in Castlevania's villa had been one of the most beautiful things Carrie had ever seen in her life. Second, only to the image still burned in her mind of her stepmother and father together, and how happy they were. She could still hear her voice, so quiet and soft, but so memorable.
"I slew my own child to gain the power of eternal life."
She was still thinking about what Actrise had said, how she had been so obsessed with the idea of being powerful, so completely obsessed, that she murdered her son. Her own mother had left her father when she was young, but that wasn't nearly as awful as murdering her, and she knew it was better this way – Carrie couldn't miss someone she never knew. Her dad still cried about it sometimes, and now that he had lost his wife as well …
She had given her life to save Carrie's. It never made Carrie blame herself, but she knew that it wasn't something she could live with. She could either sit around and weep the way her father did, or she could avenge her stepmother's death. That was, after all, why she was going to defeat Dracula in the first place, right? A rational twelve year old doesn't just decide to go kill the most powerful foe mankind had ever known, without any reason to.
The large doorway that stood between her and Dracula's coffin made her stomach churn. She hesitated to open it, standing there for a few moments, even almost deciding to turn back and go home. But if she couldn't do this, then no one else might ever attempt to, and so this was it.
Just seconds before, she had been faced with the young boy, Malus, who had reminded Carrie so much of her old life. A poor, abandoned child who was confused by what life was supposed to be, feeling as if this Earth had no means to ever bring anyone any peace. But this time, Malus seemed different. He wasn't the boy that Carrie knew from before, this was a creature of demonic aura. She knew something wasn't quite right, and somehow she could also sense that Malus was the true demon Carrie would fight in the following hours. Still, she had to take things one step at a time, and the next step was opening these doors.
As her hands slid onto the door handle, her memory whisked her back to the previous weeks, when she had been back in the villa, before those beautiful stained glass windows. She proceeded towards Dracula's coffin, still thinking about that day. She longed to go back, but it was so far behind . . .
And it was, after all, those red roses, and not the windows, that made her heart ache in the first place.
End