Castlevania:  Rouge Bitten
			By:  Fragraham Lincon
Author's note:  this is a special Rewrite of Once bitten.  It doesn't suck
now.  This will tell the same basic story with a few added twists
and turns.  It will still tie into Dark reign and Finale just the same as Once bitten
did if not better.  You can think of it as a Director's cut of Once
Bitten.  That being said.  enjoy the fic.
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	Deep in the dark Castle known as Castlevania in the year 1850
three figures are in the castle's keep.  One a blond spike headed
young man.  A short blue haired little girl and a tall old man.

	The old man collapses falling face down onto the elaborate rug.
His blood poured fourth into a pool and soaked into the fibers of the rug.

	The blond young man stared at the old dead man then looked over to
Carrie.  "Dracula is dead.  At least for a while.  Carrie let's go home."
He said.  The young girl identified as Carrie shook her head in the negative.
"I'm sorry Reinhardt.  I don't think I can."  Reinhardt looked confused.
"What are you talking about?  Our job here is done."  Carrie pulled her
collar down showing Reinhardt the pair of fang marks on her neck.
"Dracula bit me while we were fighting.  I'm infected."  Reinhardt
scratched his head.  "So what?  He's dead so the curse won't carry over."

	Carrie looked down at Dracula's corpse.  "No this isn't right.
Even though I can see him here I can still feel his presence.  Somehow
even though we killed him he's maintaining his presence.  And the curse is
still here.  Reinhardt.  Before I become a vampire...You have to kill me."

	Reinhardt was quick to respond.  "NO I WON'T DO IT!  God forbids me to 
kill a child."  "YOU IDIOT!  I'm going to become a vampire if you don't!"
Carrie yelled back with eyes almost tearing. 

	Behind Reinhardt the heavy door opened with a loud creek and through
it walked a man in a black cape on his back, a hat on his head atop long white
 hair, and a pair bifocals on his face.  He spoke up with a slightly high
raspy voice with a german accent.  "Excuse me my name is Fallenstein and I couldn't help but
overhear your dellima.  I am a scientist and I might have a solution to offer."
He said

	"What cure can science offer for Dracula's dark Magic?"  Asked
Carrie.  "Not a cure but a fighting chance.  You said yourself that
Dracula's presence is still here that his spirit has not returned to its
one hundred year sleep.  Perhaps if you could find a way to last until
dracula does return in his true body.  and then if you and the Belmont of the
day could destroy him in that time; then the curse would be lifted."

	"What kind of science could accomplish that?"  Asked Reinhardt.
"Come with me to the castle's science tower."  

	A short time later they arrived in a lab in a cold room in front
af a large glass tube attached to a number of unusually sophisticated machines.
"This is called the sleep chamber.  It is a method of presserving living creatures
including humans.  I heard that dracula created it so that his minions could
wait for him to be resurected in times of his absence.  Of course you have
delt with them already.  I propose that you put Miss Fernandez in this device
and leave her untill the year 1892 when Dracula should return."

	"It seems to be the only way.  I suppose it's better than dying or
becoming a vampire."  Said Carrie. 

	Fallenstein opened the capsule and Reinhardt Lifted Carrie up into it.
Closing off the capsule Fallenstein operated s few machines and it began to fill with
a translucent gell.  "Just breath like it was air."  Said Fallenstein.

	Reinhardt looked up to the tube.  "I enjoyed working with you Carrie.
Good luck in the future."  He said.  Carrie took a few breaths of the liquid
and lost conciousness.  

	Fallenstein walked toward the door behind Reinhardt.  "There's no 
more either of us can do.  Go live life as a normal man."  Both men exited.

the castle became quiet and aged.  Only the hum of the machines keeping 
carrie in a long sleep remained.

	In the year 1892 a Belmont visited the castle and discovered Dracula
was nowhere to be found.  People came to believe that mabey Dracula was dead.
But within the catholic church the secret society under direct orders of the pope
continued to train those of the Belmont bloodline.

	In the year 1935 a dark force stirs in the country of Germany.
and in Transelvania, the province of Wallechia a dark force stirs in the 
ancient castle.

	In a secret monestery on a rainy afternoon a man of fourty 
years in a grey trench coat with long silver hair with a whip 
and revolver at his hips walked out to toward the gate.
A young monk came to his side.  "Are you really going to the castle Javert?"
asked the monk.

	The silverhaired man the Monk reffered to as Javert aswered.
"I spent most of my life preparing for this.  Everyone thought I was crazy
for preparing for battle when Dracula shouldn't even be resurected in
my lifetime.  But now I can feel him.  He's here and alive.  And I'm
a Belmont so I don't have any choice."  Javert said.

	"Will you be coming back to the monestory?"  the monk asked.
"Even if I survive this battle.  I won't be coming back.  There's too much
living to do."  

	With that Javert walked through the gates and set off toward the ancient
castle.

	Late that night Javert arrived at the castle gates.
He reached under his shirt and pulled out a small cross.  He looked at it
and the to the sky and asked.  "Why'd you throw me into this situation.
Well enough wasted life let's get this over with so I can get on with it."

	Javert gave the gate a strong kick breaking the ancient rusty locks and 
hinges as well.  The door fell in and Javert walked in toward the castle.

	The castle its self was some distance from him.
Before him was an a dark forrest.  Through the thicketsounded a myriad
of both natural and unearthly sounds.  Most notable to Javert was the howling
of a warewolf which was more than likely making a bee line for him at that very
moment.

	Javert went into a fast paced run through the forest having little
desire to exhaust himself battling the minions of Dracula which prowled
the forest.  

	Javert heard a rustle above him.  Something big moving through the forest
canopy.  Javert heard a branch break.  He stopped in his tracks and drew out his gun
Taking aim.  

	As Javert had predicted the warewolf that had been stalking him
droped from the trees and hit the dirt face down as a corpse with a bullet
lodged in his brain.  Javert blew the smoke off this gunbarel.
"He made a mental note of how many shots he had until reload."

	Javert listend again to the forest sounds.  No more warewolves.  
Just crickets and frogs sounding now.  Judging it safe to continue Javert
went on his way toward the dark Castle.

	Shortly aftarward Javert had made his way to the castle's
second gate and had ended up high in one of its towers attempting to open the gate.

	Javert looked around finding a length of chain wound around a large
gear.  Javert operated a lever.  A little dust kicked off the large gear
before it screched back to a halt.  Javert walked over to the gear and kicked
it a few times.  In frustration he took a shot at the gear which sent it back into
action working a series of weights and plulleys.  The ancient gate below
with it's base rusted to the walls crecked before breaking apart under the strain.

	Javert lookind down on this shrugged.  "Well at least it's open."
He said to himself.  He made his way back down and stepped through the gate.

	Javert soon found himself in front of an old villa that was at 
least two centuries old.  It seemed
to be even older than the castle.  Most likeley the castle had been built
around it at a later time.  He walked through the outer garden approaching the doorway
passing a decaying fountain which was covered in moss with it's waters filled
with stagnant rain.  

	Just as he passed the fountain it began to operate spewing its waters
high into the air and overflowing onto the already rain soaked ground.

	Javert turned around to see a man standing beside the fountain.
He was tall and quite old and dressed in a suit more appropriate for the 
previous century.
 
	"Greetings Javert Belmont.  Tired of living already?" 
The old man said.  Javert reached for his gun and pointed it at
the old man.  "You're Dracula aren't you."  "Yes I am.  But before
you try to kill me don't you want answers for why you wasted your
life?"  "Not really.  I'm just here to kill you.  Now hold still
asshole."  

	Dracula laughed and looked into the fountain's waters as they slowly
changed color to crimson.  "Now is the time of great joy and suffering.
You are in the final stages of a two thousand year plan that will deliver unto
the earth the perfect hellish paradise."  

	Javert cocked his head to the side.  "I don't much give a damn."
he said as he put a bullet through Dracula's form.  Dracula's shape
burst into a flurry of bats which buzzed past Javert's head and flew off into the dark
night sky.  The fountain stopped pouring and the water spewed from it reverted
back to its original color.

	Javert shook his head trying to get a grasp on reality.
"Damn what the hell was that?"  Javert said to himself.

"Hell is only the beginning of it Belmont."  Said another man wearing a black
cape who was approaching through the garden.  He was tall but not nearly
as tall as Dracula and had greenish blue which extended to his shoulders.
He pushed open his cape and placed his hands on his hips revealing his
weapon of choice a one handed broadsword which was sheathed at his waist.

	"Who the hell are you?"  asked Javert seeming rather angry.
"That's not important.  But what is important is that I'm going to
be helping you.  I preffer to fight on my own but I believe that it
may be helpful if I reduce the numbers of Dracula's minions."
the caped man answered.  "Do whatever the hell you want but stay 
out of my way."  Said Javert as he stelled through the door of the Villa
slamming it in the caped man's face.  

	In the tower of science a still functioning machine 
in which the Carrie Fernandez still slept opened up spilling its contents 
onto the floor.  Carrie quickly came to conciousness and caughed up
the fluid in her lungs.  The fluid on the floor around her quickly evaporated
and in turn her clothes were dried before she even fully had her barings.

	She recognized the lab she was in and felt on her neck.  The bite
marks were still there.  "This must be the year 1892 then.  And I have to 
kill Dracula very soon."

	Inside the Vila Javert looked around.
He passed a mirror and looked into it.  He saw someone behind him
and turned around to face him ending up with a wooden cross being held
in his face.  "Hold still.  Don't move.  Not one inch."  He said.

	Javert pushed his hand aside.  "Oh please if I were a vampire I would have
already ripped your arm off by now."  Javert said.  "Well I assume that means
you're human."  the assialant said.  He was dressed in grey worker's clothes
and had every manner of vampire killing impliment strapped to his body.
He seemed probably ten years younger than Javert and quite muscular.

	"The name's Victor Vincent; vampire hunter master."  "well aren't
you full of yourself.  You didn't even know that Crosses don't work on vampires
unless they're blessed not just pieces of wood you nailed together."  Javert said.

	"I'm not an ameture you know.  If you had been a vampire you would have
attacked me and then I would have stabbed you."  Said Victor showing Javert the 
pointed end of his cross weapon.  "And by the way this was blessed.  It's my custom weapon.
A lot better than that whip of yours Belmont."  Victor continued.

	"Oh you were sent by the church too.  I dont' know why they'd send someone like you."
"I'm a free agent.  I was hired by the church because you went off half cocked without asking for
any assistance."

	Javert walked down the hallway a short distance passing a broken stained
glass window through which rain was pouring.  "I don't need your help.  You'll
only be getting in my way.  I can't waste my time protecting ametures."
Javert said rudely. 

	"Your belmont name is making you arrogant Javert.  You need help.
Dracula is too powerful to take on alone."  Victor replied.
"Just get out of here before you get yourself killed."
Javert said as he walked away down the hallway.

	Javert stepped outside and found himself in an overgrown weed infested garden.
"There's no way I'm walking through that.  Probably full of snakes.
Dracula needs to hire a better gardener."  Said Javert to himself
as he reached into his coat pulling out a bottle of a special mixed
cocktail.  He took his lighter from his pocket and lit a fuse atop the bottle
and threw it into the garden setting it ablaze.

	Javert watched as his obstacles burned away.  Soon found himself
face to face with a tall fleeing monster that was wildly swinging a rusty 
chainsaw.  Javert not wanting to pay pennance for his act of arsen at the
end of this monster's weapon drew his gun and began firing rounds into it.

	After five remaining rounds discounting the one he fired before the monster
staggered back.  Javert Took careful aim and lodged one last bullet
in the monster's cranium causing it drop flat on its back and burn away in the
flames.  

	"How do you like that?  My lucky seven colt revolver.  Silver bullets 
of course." Javert said with a cocky smile.

	Javert sat down and watched as the rain slowly put out the fire.
With the path cleared javert continued on his way.  He passed through the remnants
of the maze where only the thickst bushes and the stone and marble statues
remained.  Passing through a stone gate javert found himself
at the end of a drawbridge.  He looked up to see the ancient structure
known as Castlevania.  Already he could feel Dracula's dark presence
emminating from it.  It wafted in the air like the scent of death.

	Dracula looked down from the window of the castle keep.  
"Belmont.  Surprizing that you're coming in this time.  But 
there is nothing you can do that will change fate now."

	The heavy door of the keep slid open. and through 
in walked the caped man who had met Javert at the Villa.
"Ah Vlad welcome home."  Dracula said without turning around.
"Father there's no pleasantries now.  You don't belong in this
world.  I'm here to send you back to where you came from."
The young man identified as Vlad said.  "I'm afraid you don't 
understand your own destiny."  Dracula turned to
Face Vlad and placed a hand on his chest.  A shock passed through
Vlad's body and both he and Dracula collapsed.

	Vlad stood back up and shook his head.  
"Hmmmm.  Ah that's better.  AHAHAHAHAHAHA!"  Vlad's maniacal
laugh carried into the dark stormy night.
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