Femme Fatale

The Return

Carmen's eyes snapped open, a giant gasp escaping the brunette as she struggled to get air into her lungs. She couldn't see. She was surrounded by darkness. Carmen could tell that she was enclosed in a tight, small space. "Help!" She screamed. No response. Everything was silent. After a bit of kicking and screaming, Carmen finally realized where exactly she was -- she was buried in a wooden coffin. How am I going to get out of here, she thought. Luckily, she noticed that the coffin wasn't nailed shut. The top could easily be opened. However, there was the dilemma of having to crawl out and get to the surface.

Carmen took in a large, deep breath, mentally preparing herself for what she was about to do. She kicked the top of the coffin lightly, and it hardly budged. Carmen kicked again, harder this time, a groan leaving her. She was making a bit of progress. The coffin was slowly beginning to fill with dirt. Carmen then started kicking repeatedly, as hard as she possibly could. Once she got the top open, she held her breath and climbed out of the coffin, trying to climb and dig her way up the top. It was difficult and troubling, but she managed to do it. She was lucky that one of the things she was good at was holding her breath. One hand came out of the grave. Then another. Finally, her head popped out. When she opened her eyes, she was greeted with the sight of Aaron, who was standing in front of her. "Oh my God." He said, offering his hand. She took his hand and used him for support in order to pull herself out of the dirt. "You look like crap." He looked down at Carmen as she laid on the ground, attempting to catch her breath. She chuckled. "Thanks, so do you. How did you get here so fast?" She questioned him, raising a brow. "I actually died right here in Rosewood. When I came back to life, I started walking around, hoping to find you. I walked by the cemetery, and something inside me told me you were here. Looks like my instincts told me correctly. You're here."

Carmen assumed that since Aaron had died years ago, the fact that his body was most likely decomposed by now wasn't a problem. Maybe since he was alive again, his body somehow regenerated.

Carmen sat up and pushed herself up off the ground, attempting to brush off some of the dirt off of her clothes. "Thank you. For getting me out of here." Carmen wrapped her arms around Aaron's neck, hugging him tightly. He hugged her back. "No problem. It wouldn't have happened if it weren't for you." Carmen smiled. She ran her fingers through his hair before she grabbed his head and twisted it roughly, breaking his neck in the process. The crack of his spinal cord breaking was so satisfying, it was odd. His body fell to the ground, and Carmen kicked him into the hole where she should have been buried. She stared down at the grave. "Thanks, babes." Carmen looked up at the twilight sky, taking in the fresh air. The sky was pitch black. Carmen kicked off her filthy shoes and began to walk out of the cemetery.

Carmen wandered through empty fields for what seemed like forever, when in reality, all she had done was walked about a mile or two over the past couple hours. She normally could have walked faster, but after being dead twice and coming back to life, she didn't have a high amount of energy at the moment. When Carmen finally got to a part of the city that actually looked like... The city, she let out a sigh of relief, her lips twisting into a smile. She had managed to make it to a hotel, a very nice one at that. It was almost too nice for Rosewood, a small dump of a town that possessed no excitement. It was quite dull, to be honest. She could understand why Tate picked this place.

Carmen stood behind a tree, her frame partially hidden by the tree trunk. She observed the people who went in and out of the hotel, checking in, and some checking out. She watched them until her eye was caught by someone of exquisite taste. It was a man who seemed to be of middle age. He wore a suit, and even though he was a little older, Carmen still found him attractive. With that suit on, it was obvious that the man had a lot of money. He was walking towards his car. Carmen stepped out of the shadows, making her way towards the arm. She held her arm tightly, making fake whimpers of pain as she walked. She added in a couple of fake sniffles in there too. Surprisingly, the act she was putting on seemed pretty real. "Excuse me!" She called out to him. He turned around and looked at her. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm hurt and I have no ride to the hospital. Would you mind giving me a quick ride there? I have some money, I'll be sure to compensate you for the gas."

The male raised his brow, looking over the female who was covered in dirt. It did look like she had been through the wringer. He was buying her injured act, which surprised Carmen. "Of course. Save your money, the gas isn't an issue." Of course it wasn't. The man unlocked his car and opened the passenger door for Carmen, letting her get in. Once she was in, he got in on the opposite side, putting in his seat belt. He started the car. "Off to the hospital, right?" He asked to confirm, gazing at her. "Right." Carmen let go of her arm and smirked at him. She quickly leaned in and snapped his neck, killing him instantly. Not even a day of being alive again, and she had already killed two people. Carmen reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, pulling out a credit card. She gazed at it as if it was the most mystical thing she had ever seen in her entire life. She turned off the vehicle and crawled into the back seat, searching for some clean clothes. Tonight was Carmen's lucky night. She found a Walmart bag filled with a change of clothes, he was probably leaving to give them to his significant other or to a female friend. She took the clothes and the credit card and got out of the car.

Carmen made her way inside the hotel, looking awfully out of place with her filthy clothes and matted hair. Not to mention, she smelled terrible. Walking up to the check-in desk, Carmen had rented herself a room for the night. A nice one at that. The guy she killed had plenty of money, she might as well have used it to her advantage and go all out. When she arrived at the room, she instantly made her way to the shower, scrubbing off the layers of dirt that were on her skin, and getting the tangles out of her hair. When she got out, she dried herself off and put on the t-shirt, jeans and sneakers that were in the bag. The sneakers fit her perfectly, although the clothes seemed to be a size too big for her. It wasn't that big of a deal though.