Blood Red Moon Resurrection Chapter 3:
        Changing Faces

     Disclaimers: All characters belong to their various
copyrights, with the exception of Reinhart Masaki and Rosa
Masaki.  Those two are mine.  Beyond their usage in this story,
I claim no ownership, no rights of creation, no nothing.  Please
don't sue me.  Comments, quips, insults, and death threats may be
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     The Tenchi Muyo Characters in this series are based on the OVA
versions, but don't be surprised if there aren't one or two TV
references.  The characters Carrie Fernandez, Alucard, Death,
Dracula, Maria Renard and Lisa all belong to the Konami Castlevania
series. This cross-over series is placed roughly 17 years in
Tenchi's world, 120 years in Alucard's world after the events in
Blood Red Moon.  Reinhart and Rosa Masaki, the children of Tenchi
and Ryoko, are now young teens.

     "To what profit is it to a man, if he gains the world and
loses his own soul?  Mathew 16:26 I believe." - Dracula, as he dies
at the end of Castlevania: Symphony of the Night.

*****

     Rosa awoke as her brother shook her on the shoulder, and sat
up, stretching.  She grinned mischievously as he looked away in
embarrassment, and then hopped out of the bed, looking around.
They had talked with Carrie long into the night, and had simply
gone to bed when the old woman had led them up to this room, where,
she had said, Tenchi and Ryoko had stayed.
     "Just think bro, this is where we were conceived," she said.
Reinhart humphed non-committaly.  Rosa, seeing the tall, dark-oak
wardrobe, walked over and opened it up to look inside.  She gasped
in surprise, as she saw a tall, white lace wedding dress hung in
the middle.  Rosa reached up, and pulled it out.  The dress seemed
to sparkle faintly in the soft light.  She turned, and held it up
to herself, finding that it would be only a little snug across
the bosom and hips.
     "Isn't it beautiful?" she asked Reinhart.  He nodded at her.
"I wonder if this is Mom's?"  Reinhart shrugged.
     "Could be.  Why not ask Carrie about it?"  Rosa nodded, and
then carefully hung it back into the closet.  The rest of the
clothing in there was more simple, comfortable clothes that a
person could wear during the day, and a few more formal items,
dresses and coats alike.  He joined her, and lifted one of the
shirts.  "We need to find something else to wear.  Somehow I get
the feeling that cut-offs and a tee shirt is going to stick out
like a sore thumb here."  Rosa nodded.
     "These should fit us, although it might be a slightly tight
fit."  They looked through the clothing, and quickly each found
a set that would help them pass off as locals.  Reinhart picked
out a white shirt, light blue coat, breaches, and a pair of sturdy
leather pants. Sorting a little more, he was also able to find a
light blue cape that complimented the rest nicely.  Carrie snorted
as he pulled that out.
     "Well, it might get cold, and this will at least help to keep
me warm," he defended, blushing in embarrassment.  Rosa picked
out a light red blouse, matching short skirt, and thigh-high
pink stockings, and a pair of knee-high boots made of supple red
leather. Pausing a moment, she also pulled out a red cloak, shaking
her head. Now it was Reinhart's turn to snicker, but he quickly
stopped as she began to change without preamble.  He spun away,
already going red to the hairline again, and she giggled.
     "I suppose that you won't bother looking away while I try to
change," he sighed.
     "Probably not, but I'm your sister.  I'm allowed to do things
like that.  Besides, it's in the Sister's Handbook: Must embarrass
brothers at all opportunities," she said, and he sighed again.
Once she was finished, she tapped him on the shoulder.  He turned,
and nodded in approval, and then went to change himself.  Despite
her teasing, she did turn at least partly away.  When he finished,
he turned back around.  She had been right; the clothing was too
tight on him, though hers fit perfectly.  The pants hugged tightly
to his legs and waist, and the shirt and coat were a little too
tight across the shoulders, but they would have to do.  He grabbed
a pair of boots and pulled them on quickly, and then they were
done.
     "They're tight, but nothing worse than what Washu would make
me."  Rosa nodded.
     "You shouldn't have any trouble blending in," she said,
reaching forward to adjust the cape slightly.  He nodded.  "I hate
to say it, but I wish that there was someway to dye out my hair.
It really will stand out."  Reinhart was about to reply, when there
was a nock on the door.  He shrugged, and went to open it.  He
opened it, and stepped back in surprise.  Rosa looked up to see him
staring at a golden-eyed, cyan haired young woman.  She smiled
in good humor as she saw them in their borrowed clothes.  She was
quite beautiful, Rosa noticed, if extremely pale-skinned.
The woman was trim, and a little short, her head not quite coming
up to Reinhart's neck.  She had a just a touch of rouge on her
cheeks, but beside that she wore no makeup.  She had a rosebud
of a mouth, and a slightly upturned nose.  Her cyan hair, only a
few shades darker than Rosa's, flowed down her back.
     The woman filled out the turquoise blouse she wore fairly
well - Rosa would have bet that they could have traded clothing
had the other woman been taller.  The blouse stopped a little short
of her waist, exposing her stomach, and then a pair of thigh-length
shorts of matching turquoise.  A thin black belt encircled her
waist, with a buckle fashioned into a dragon.  Many pouches of
various sizes hung from the belt, along with a pair of gold-inlaid
metal rings large enough to fit around one of her arms.  Knee-high
boots, with silver tooling around the tops encased what was left
of her shapely legs.
     "Oh, good, I was going to suggest that you change into some
of those.  I'm glad they fit."  They both looked at her,
dumbfounded.
     "Carrie?" asked Reinhart, echoed only a moment later by Rosa.
It was her voice, she was certain.  The woman smiled warmly, and
looked down at herself a moment.
     "Well, the body of an old woman is hardly useful in our task.
As I said, I take that form only because it suits me, and at the
moment, it doesn't really suit me."  Rosa grinned, and joined her.
     "Maybe you could teach me that trick," she said, and Carrie
smiled.
     "Perhaps.  But come.  We should eat, and then we must hurry
to the Belmont family burial ground, which is where the Whip
rests." She led them down the stairs, and to the table.  A large
book, with two rings on top of a crossed staff and sword on the
cover, and a smaller, plainer looking one rested there.  Both
carried an air of great age.  Carrie touched the larger one for a
moment almost lovingly.
     "The spell book passed down in my family from Sypha Belnades.
I've had it a hundred thirty two years, and I still haven't learned
all the spells in it, but I do think that I found a passage that
will allow us to defeat Cain."  She pointed to the other.  "This
is one of Dracula's diaries.  I picked up several of them when I
returned to the castle.  This one in particular is about Alucard,
and says that it was he that cast the locking spell on the Belmont
Tomb.  Dracula ever wished to claim it, so that the Belmont warrior
of the time would have less of a chance to attack him."
     "Alucard?  But I always thought that he was Dracula's son,"
said Reinhart.  Carrie nodded.
     "Alucard is a dhampeal, only half vampire.  His mother was
Lisa, a woman of the Light, and the only woman who ever was loved
by, or held love for Dracula.  He never turned her into a vampire,
though she asked him if he wished to on several occasions.
Nobody is quite sure why.  Alucard, torn between his human and
vampire sides, rebelled against his father, fighting first with
Trevor and Sypha, and then alone, freeing Richter Belmont and his
sister in law Maria Renard.  As it turned out, though, she had the
Belmont blood as well, if I remember correctly, going back in the
family all the way to Sonia Belmont, first of the clan to battle
Dracula.  After that, he disappeared without a trace."
     They ate a quick breakfast; Carrie turned out to be a fairly
good cook, making one of their favorite dishes, pancakes.  She said
that Rosa had taught her at the same time she had taught their
mother, Ryoko.  While they did, she was busy filling them in on
what to expect once they reached the castle itself.  Out of the
corner of her eye, Rosa noticed that Reinhart, try as he might,
couldn't tear his gaze from the now young again Carrie.  Grinning,
she tucked the information away to use for later blackmail and
embarrassment.
     "How many days away from here is the burial ground?" asked
Reinhart.  Carrie looked at him.
     "Three, pushing hard on horseback," she answered.  Rosa looked
at her in delight.
     "Horses?  Mom and Dad told us about the first time that you
tried teaching them how to ride."  Carrie smiled, nodding.
     "That was...  A memorable event.  The stable owner here in
town is a friend of mine, and he'll loan us three horses once I
explain what I need them for.  While I am getting them, why not
take a look around the town?"  Reinhart shook his head.
     "Maybe when we get back, but for now let's not get split up.
You know the area, we don't."  Carrie nodded in agreement.
     "As you say.  Perhaps it is better at this point to stay
together."  They finished the meal, and then Carrie disappeared
upstairs for a moment.  When she returned, she had added a powder
blue cloak and the tall staff from the night before.  With the
added light, Rosa recognized that the staff was carven in a pattern
very similar to Tenchi-ken.  A smooth blue stone was embedded
into the top, in a cap of purple enamel.
     "Tenchi made this... about a year after coming here.  He said
that he had found just the right kind of wood for it, and he must
have.  Until I found the Staff of Ages, only a few years ago, it
was thought to be the most powerful on the planet."  Reinhart
moved to stand next to her.
     "Could I see it a moment?" asked Reinhart.  She nodded, and
handed it to him.  Taking Tenchi-ken off his belt, he touched
the two together.  Tenchi-ken glowed brightly blue for a moment,
and then the staff glowed blue as well.  Rosa and Carrie both
stared at it.  After a moment, both glows died away.  He looked
at Rosa.
     "It's Juraian wood.  But how did he find any here?" he asked,
carefully handing the staff back to Carrie.  She nodded.
     "He said as much when he gave it to me.  He also gave Reinhart
and Rosa a piece each, a cross for Reinhart and an ornamental
headpiece for Rosa."  They looked at each other.
     "He found a Juraian tree here?  But what were the pieces for?"
asked Rosa.  Reinhart frowned, and looked at the staff again.
     "Carrie, how long do magic users usually live?  I mean, in
this world?"  She furrowed her brow a moment.
     "Come to think of it, usually only about a hundred years,
and when they reach the age of a hundred, their body is that of a
hundred year old, unlike mine, which was an illusion."
     "Keys...  He made them keys to the tree," said Rosa,
understanding.  Carrie looked at them, confused.
     "Let me explain," said Reinhart, holding up Tenchi-ken.
"This is Tenchi-ken.  In one respect, it is a sword which uses the
Jurai power to form a blade.  You already know that.  But
Tenchi-ken is also called the Master Key, because it is able to
control the semi-sentient Trees that control Jurai's battle ships.
Lastly, it is a link between a Juraian and their Tree, which gives
them power, and keeps them healthy.  Rosa and I will stay young
for... Millennia, because like our father, we can tap directly
into the Jurai power, instead of needing to use one of the Keys to
draw it through one of the Trees."  Now Carrie began to understand.
     "So, what you are saying is that he wasn't just giving us
these as memento's, he was trying to... link us to one of these
trees, and you think that's why I haven't aged like normal people."
Reinhart nodded.
     "Possibly."  Carrie considered this information.
     "Hmm.  Interesting idea.  In any event, we must get moving.
Time is of the essence."  They nodded, and then followed her
through the door.
     The strange trio were given a couple of curious looks, and as
they passed one of the rowdier taverns, several rather loud cat
calls. Rosa grinned, but didn't follow the temptation to tease them
a little.  She saw Carrie blush, and moved up to her side.
     "I forgot what it was like to have a young body," she answered
when Rosa asked what was the matter.  Rosa looked back to see
Reinhart trailing behind with a somewhat far off stare on his face.
She turned back to Carrie, and looked at her choice of clothing.
     "It looks like you didn't forget how to dress for a young
body, though.  I never knew Dad could carve," she said.  Carrie
looked at her, and smiled.
     "He was very good at it."  She paused, thoughtfully,
and then reached into one of the may pouches hanging at her waist.
"So was your mother, although she only made one thing that I know
of for certain.  She made this for Rosa when Rosa gave her the
pendant that you are wearing."  She produced an age-darkened
ivory bracelet. It had been carefully carven into the form of many
long-stemmed roses, the buds appearing to flower, and the stems
woven together. Rosa looked at Carrie; she smiled, and handed it to
her.
     "My mother... carved this?" she asked in amazement.  Carrie
nodded.
     "She said that Tenchi helped her, but she did the work
herself. Rosa never took it off, until just before she died.  She
gave it to me and asked that I take care of it until I found
somebody that was worthy of it.  I never could put it on myself.
I was afraid that I didn't deserve it."  Rosa went to hand it back,
but Carrie shook her head.
     "Hold onto it.  Rosa said to give it to someone worthy.  I
think I'll give it to you."  She smiled at Rosa, and Rosa smiled
back.
     "Thank you..." she said, tugging it on carefully.  The
bracelet fit well, not tightly on her wrist, but not loose enough
to slip around either.  Carrie looked back at Reinhart. "You remind
me a lot of Ryoko.  You both are so carefree, and yet, loyal and
caring. What about your brother?"  Rosa looked back at him, and
grinned. He still looked like he was staring into space.
    "Reinhart
takes after Dad a lot.  Mom always says that he's as shy around
girls as Dad used to be.  Can't say I blame him, though.  Dad's...
situation was rather unusual, and he was raised to a quiet life
tending the shrine, rather than the excitement he got.  Reinhart's
the same way.  I'm actually pretty proud of him this morning.
He didn't stumble over his own tongue once talking to you."  Carrie
looked at her in surprise.
     "Shy?  I would never have guessed, either him or Tenchi."
Rosa laughed.
     "Usually if a girl so much as looks at him, he's nothing
but blushes and stammering.  The only other girl besides you and
myself that he doesn't get tongue tied around when he's talking
to her is our older sister Mayuka.  It's so much fun teasing him
about it."  Carrie smiled.
     "Is that so?"  She gave him a considering glance.  His
semi-far off stare focused on her, and he blushed slightly.
Carrie smiled a bit wider, and Rosa elbowed her.
     "He's also like Dad in that he draws girls like a magnet."
Now Carrie blushed, as if she was just the young woman that she
appeared to be.
     "I did notice that about Tenchi," she said, and Rosa groaned,
rolling her eyes.  After a moment, though, she paused and looked
at Carrie thoughtfully.
     "What?" asked the other woman.  Rosa shook her head.
     "Nothing.  I was just thinking of the age difference between
Mom and Dad."  If anything, Carrie blushed harder than before,
going scarlet to the hairline.  Rosa acted as if she didn't notice.
     "He is rather handsome, though..." said Carrie, too quietly
to be heard by normal human ears.  Rosa tried hard, but just
couldn't quite stifle her laughter.  Carrie stared at her,
mortified as she realized that she had heard her comment.
Sobering, Rosa put her hand on Carrie's shoulder.
     "I'm sorry.  No matter how sorry I feel for him, I can't help
but laugh whenever he manages to catch the eye of another girl.
It's not his fault.  He's just too cute for his own good."  She
paused. "Although in this case, it seems as though his eye has been
caught too," she finished, grinning.  Carrie stared at her a
moment, and then grinned herself.
     "Apology accepted."  Rosa laughed again, and Carrie joined
her as they came to a stop before a large building.  Rosa sniffed
at the air, and caught the strong scent of horses, could hear them
stamping around inside the stables.  She loved horses, and had had
a chance to learn how to ride a few years before when she and
Reinhart had gone on a foreign exchange to Montana, in the USA.
     Carrie led them around the side of the building, to a side
door. She pushed it open, and went inside.  Rosa did a quick count,
and found that there were some thirty different horses, from high
necked white horses, to deep-chested palominos, and more.  An old,
lanky man that seemed to be built out of knarled old roots hobbled
over to them.
     "Hey, now just who do you think you are, barging in here like
you own the place?"  Carrie smiled at him.
     "Jarl, I'm surprised at you!  Don't you recognize an old
friend?" she asked.  He blinked at her in surprise.
     "Elder?  It's your voice, but... but...  You're so young!"
he exclaimed.  She crossed over to him and patted him on a knarled
old cheek.
     "You should know by now that I always have another trick up my
sleeves," she said.  Sobering, she looked at him with a serious
expression.  "My friends and I have a long ways to go, and not much
time to get there in."  He smiled.
     "Say no more, err...  Carrie."  He turned and shouted into the
stable.  "Parin, Sabin, Edgar, I want Cloud, Morning Mist and West
Wind saddled and in front of me on the double.  If they aren't
ready to ride by the time I've counted thirty, you'll muck out the
stables with your bare hands!"  Looking at the old man, Rosa had no
doubt that he could carry out his threat.
     "Twenty...  Twenty-one..." The first stable hand appeared,
leading a tall black stallion with patches of white on his
fetlocks.
     "Twenty-four...  Twenty-five..." The second horse, a gray mare
with a speckling of darker gray on her face and flanks was led up.
     "Twenty-nine...  Thirty."  The last stable hand came running
up, gasping for breath, and leading a white mare that had a large
splotch of gray on her flank.
     "I had to replace the buckle on the saddle strap," he said,
apologetically.  Jarl frowned at him, but let it pass.
     "Three horses, the fastest that I have.  Be sure to take some
feed for them.  If you'll excuse me, I have to give these boys a
lesson in moving quickly.  God speed," he said, knuckling his
forehead.  Then, he turned back to the stable hands, and started
chivying them back to their jobs.  Carrie watched as he left.
     "I hope that I get the chance to see him again.  He's a good
friend, but getting old," she said.  Stepping over to the gray
mare, she told them the names.  The one that she had selected
was Morning Mist, the white fetlocked black stallion was West Wind,
and the white mare with the gray patch was Cloud.  Rosa walked
over to Cloud, and the horse nuzzled her.  She giggled, and patted
her nose, then mounted up.  Reinhart, left with the stallion,
sighed, and vaulted up, not bothering with the stirrup.  Cloud
pranced a little under her, eager to get moving, and Rosa scratched
her behind the ears to calm her down.
     "There are two towns between here and Rose Wood, on the
outskirts of which is the burial ground.  We'll have to ride hard
to make it to Timberton by morning."  They nodded, and then Carrie
booted Morning Mist lightly.  They cantered out of the town and
onto the road to Timberton, the capes that they all wore fluttering
out behind them.

*****

     "Lady Tokimi.  D10 is reporting difficulties locating the
source of power.  He also reported that two life forms from this
dimension have appeared there."
     "Tsunami and Washu's avatar's?"  D3 shook his head.
     "He is not certain.  The energy signature is correct, but
there is a waveform variance from theirs."  Tokimi nodded.
     "The children.  Likely they are only there by coincidence,
still...  Tell D10 to step up his efforts and avoid contact with
them if possible."
     "If not possible?"  She raised an eyebrow at him coldly.
     "Than destroy them.  Nothing may stand in my way, not even
Tsunami and Washu's pets."
     "Yes, my Lady."
     "Dismissed."  D3 faded away as Tokimi turned her attention
back to the invasion preparations.  She felt a presence enter the
room.  Looking down, Tokimi was momentarily surprised to see a
mechanical representation of Tsunami, her sister.  The automaton
spoke.
     "We no longer have the right to interfere in these people's
lives simply to settle a grudge."  Tokimi laughed, deep and
throaty.
     "What?  These useless beings that only half believe that they
exist?  What use are they, save pawns?  A pity that you noticed
my coming, I had hoped to have the advantage in this little game."
     "The sounds of the multiverse screaming in pain are more than
enough warning.  Stop this madness now."
     "And who are you to order me to stop, Sister?  Do you think
that you now make my choices for me?  I think not."  The
Tsunami-bot frowned.
     "I warn you, Sister.  If you come here, it will be for the end
game.  I will no longer allow you to continue in this."  Tokimi
laughed again.
     "Do you think that I fear your little avatar?  Unless I am
mistaken, his time now is very short indeed.  Why else, then, would
you have had Washu fabricate this... machine, instead of coming
here in person, unless you had need to keep him alive?"  Tsunami
shook her head, and then the robot deactivated.  Tokimi, caught
in a moment of rage at being snubbed by the younger goddess,
hurled a power blast at it, vaporizing the bot into so many
subatomic particles.

*****

     "Is it really necessary for you to remain so serious,
Alucard?" asked Sheann'a.  He glanced up at the fairy, and she
sighed.  "I swear, if it's the last thing that I ever do, I'm going
to teach you to be a little less serious all the time."  As she
said it, Drathar finally cut through the heavy rope holding him
suspended upside down in wolf form.  He hit the ground with a
grunt, and changed to human form.
     "I fail to see what exactly is funny about walking into a trap
that I should have seen blinded and drunk," he said.  The snare,
set to catch the deer that were plentiful in this part of the
forest, had caught him off guard.  He had ended up hanging upside
down, his paws tied together so that he could not move them to
return to human form, while waiting for his familiars to catch up
to him.  Beyond his dignity, though, he was unharmed.  Sheann'a
shrugged.
     "Well... it's just...  kinda funny," she said.  He frowned
at her.
     "Still hanging around, Alucard?"  It took a sheer effort of
will to not simply blast Death back to the corners of Hell with a
burst of magic as the ancient specter appeared before him.
     "Unless you have come to tell me that Castlevania has crumbled
forever more back into the lake, go away, and bother me not."
     "The information that I bring is not quite that, yet I think
that you will be interested, none the less.  Carrie Fernandez
and two others ride as hard as they can to the burial ground of the
Belmonts," rasped the Grim Reaper.
     "That isn't possible.  Tenchi and Ryoko disappeared nearly
a hundred twenty years ago.  You should know that, Death," said
Sheann'a.  The bleached white skull smiled, a truly ghastly sight,
in Alucard's estimation.
     "I did not say that it was Tenchi and Ryoko, irritating
sprite.  These seem to be a brother and a sister, both little more
than children, yet the Belmont power is so strong within them that
I could not get very near them without pain such as only the Whip
can give me."  Sheann'a looked at Alucard and Drathar in confusion.
     "Can you tell us anything else?" asked Alucard.  Death
frowned.
     "The sprite may not have been far off the mark when she
mentioned Tenchi and Ryoko.  Somehow, the aura of these two
children remind me greatly of them, and the two resemble them in a
most disturbing way.  The aura seems the same, and yet, at the same
time, the separate powers flow together into one.  Mark me well:
I believe that joined aura could kill Chaos itself."  The specter
spread his raven black wings.  "You will excuse me.  That is all
that I know, and I must attend to my... duties."  With that, the
specter disappeared.  Frowning, Alucard rubbed his back where he
had landed. When he heard Drathar snicker, he forced his hands to
hand at his sides.  The demon stopped snickering, and began to
laugh outright. A sharp look silenced him.
     "Does it sound like the man could be Cain to you?"  Sheann'a
floated over to him, shaking her golden tressed head.
     "Not if he is traveling with Carrie Fernandez.  She was one of
those to fight with Tenchi against your father, and a descendant
of Sypha."
     "The girl I have not heard of before, but if Death is correct,
and they are brother and sister, than it can't be Cain."  Sheann'a
frowned in thought.
     "I wonder... he said that they reminded him of Tenchi and
Ryoko in appearance.  Could they be his relatives?  Grandchildren,
or great grandchildren?  It might explain why Carrie is with them."
Alucard sat down, and looked up at her.  She landed on his
shoulder.
     "A new clan with the Belmont power, you think?  Or an offshoot
of the original family at some point?"  She nodded.
     "Could be.  They may be after the Whip to use against Cain.
If we keep heading there, we'll meet up with them at the
graveyard." Alucard nodded in agreement, but decided to rest there
for the day. Maybe he would run into the hunter that had set the
trap, and would be able to have a talk with him about leaving
traps without markings for humans so that they didn't stumble
into them by mistake.
     "Tell me what you know about this...  Carrie Fernandez,
you said?" he asked.  Sheann'a looked at him.
     "Let's see...  Well, Carrie Fernandez, as I said, is a
descendant of Sypha Belnades.  Her parents killed when she was only
six, she found Sypha's Book, and began to learn the spells there.
There are those who say that even then, she was more powerful
than even Sypha, and I personally believe that, for she has cast
spells that not even Sypha had been able to manage.  Six years,
she traveled, trying to find the Whip before Dracula awoke.  She
met Reinhart Schnieder in the Belmont family grave, and they formed
a pact there.
     "Not long after, Castlevania rose again.  They met Tenchi
and Ryoko, battled their way inside.  Inside, she met the witch
Actrise. In time, Actrise, who was Dracula's heart, body, and soul,
revealed that she was Carrie's mother.  In a final battle, Carrie
was able to defeat Actrise and take vengeance for her family.
     "Afterwards, Carrie lived with Reinhart and Rosa, and Tenchi
and Ryoko until they disappeared.  She grew, and was the youngest
to ever take the High Seat in the Mage's Coven.  Then, about ninety
years ago, an Elder Demon named Dagamonth appeared, and caused
a great pestilence.  She and Reinhart went to battle him; they
succeeded, but Reinhart died from his wounds not long after.  Rosa,
his wife, also died not long after him, leaving Carrie to take care
of their three children.
     "Four Elder Demons opened a Gateway to the Earth, and led the
Legions of the Damned.  Carrie, with the children, last of the
Belmont blood save Cain, attacked, and were able to kill three of
the Elder Demons, the only one surviving being Death, but at great
cost. The three children sacrificed their lives in saving the
world.
     "After that, she lived alone.  Extremely beautiful, she never
married, or even really let anybody love her, not that I know of.
Time passed, she aged, but her mind remained keen, and her health
remained that of a twenty-year old's.  To this day, she lived in
the home that she had known since Dracula's defeat.  Now, it seems
that she has set out to battle what I'm sure she believes is
Dracula again."  Alucard nodded.
     "Much like Sypha.  It shall be interesting to meet this...
Carrie."  With that, he lay back, and quickly began to sleep.

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The Platinum Dragon
"The rising sun will eventually set,
  a newborn's life will fade.
  From sun to moon, moon to sun,
  Give peaceful rest to the living dead." - The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of
Time
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