Femme Fatale

Six Feet Under

Tate plunged the shovel into the soil, creating a large pile of dirt right next to the hole he was making. He created a hole just deep and big enough to house Carmen's body. Once the hole was complete, he rolled her body into the grave and looked down at her one last time, before sighing softly. He started to shovel the dirt back into the hole, covering Carmen's body. He continued to do that until the hole was completely filled. It was almost impossible to tell the hole had been dug. Once he had finished, he put the shovel back in the shed and went back inside, where he began to clean up the aftermath of their fateful struggle. First, he took a trash bag and tossed Carmen's heart inside her. He then picked up the remains of the broken glass table and the broken vases that were irreplaceable. He had received those vases from his mother shortly before her death in 1889. You couldn't find anything like those vases anymore.

He shoved the trash bag in the corner. Once he got his car back from the shop after it was fixed, he intended on taking the bag to the dump to be disposed of. He plopped down on the couch and leaned his head back, his chocolate brown orbs gazing up at the cream colored ceiling. Many thoughts began to attack his brain, most of them about the events that had just happened. What he had just done to Carmen. How for the first time in years, he had ended a life. It may not have been an innocent life, but it was a life. He wondered if it was absolutely necessary to kill her. He wondered if there was some way that they could have stopped their fighting and sat down to talk things out like the adults that they were. He thought back to 1921, when he unknowingly turned Carmen. Tate had spent his days sleeping in hotels. Normally, he stayed for free. He was quite the charmer to the check in lady that normally worked, and when there was another lady in her place, all he had to do was some simple compulsion and bam. He got to stay for as long as he wished for free. His nights were spent at the bar. The bar felt like his second home. There was where he murdered numerous women, draining them of all their blood due to his inability to control his hunger at the time. There were times where he would spend hours feeding on women, going on blood binges. Sometimes, he would make their husbands watch and then kill them too.

Things would have been different if his mother hadn't died. If she hadn't died, he probably wouldn't have committed those murders. Tate and his family were on their way home from a family day out. They were riding home in their carriage that was being pulled by a beautiful horse named Emily. Almost at home, their neighbor who turned out to have a severe mental illness had followed them and shot them all with his rifle, including the horse, wounding Tate and his mother. Their neighbor ended up committing suicide. Tate and his mother laid there on the ground, slipping in and out of consciousness, quickly losing blood. Sometime during the night, a vampire had come across the two and fed Tate his blood, healing him. Tate begged the vampire to save his mother, but alas, they did not. Tate cradled his mother in his arms, where she took her last breath and thus breaking his heart. Tate's mother was nearly all he knew. His father died when he was a young boy, leaving his mother alone to care for him. They struggled at times both emotionally and financially, but they always pulled through. They had to be strong for each other.

Once his mother had died, Tate was overwhelmed with a pain, a loss that he had never felt before in his life. He couldn't bare to be without his mother, so he walked a mile to the town river and jumped in the freezing water. The water quickly filled his lungs, and he ended up drowning himself. When he awoke, he found himself in an ambulance. The pain that Tate felt was now amplified since he had unknowingly turned himself into a vampire. Unable to cope with it, he turned off his emotions and ruthlessly murdered the paramedics, draining them of all their blood with no regrets.

In the years that followed after he had turned Carmen, Tate had met Elizabeth, the woman that Carmen had been paying to look for him. The two had spent a decade together, and Elizabeth acted as his mentor, attempting to help him turn back on his emotions, to help him feel something for once, to stop the trail of bodies that seemed to be endless. Elizabeth had been on a search for her parents, who had disappeared shortly before she had been turned into a vampire a few years prior, and Tate in a moment of weakness, had told her that he would aid in her search. However, Tate had been harboring a secret. Her parents weren't missing. He had killed both of them in a violent and gruesome way. When Elizabeth learned of this, she abandoned him and vowed to get some type of revenge on him. She wanted to avenge the death of her parents.

An unknown amount of time passed, and Tate had done some thinking about the terrible crimes that he had committed. He had taken the lives of innocent people, betrayed those who had tried to help him. He made the decision to turn back on his emotions, and for the first time in nearly 100 years, he finally felt something. He felt guilt. He felt pain. He felt regret. He spent the next years in Virginia, attempting to live in solitude out of fear for those he wronged would be coming for him in this period of weakness he was in. Clearly, he didn't do a good enough job of hiding, since Elizabeth had successfully found his address.