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Chapter 9: Revelations

Eric had no idea what he had gotten himself into. He had always imagined Celeste putting on a little show for him then ravaging her body once he got his daily dose of simply admiring her and looking at her goddess like figure that he so loved to claim for himself. Not only that, he was never fond of games; he hated beating around the bush and preferred to get strait to the point, which in Celeste's case would be having extremely primitive sex. But he would make an exception at Celeste's proposal.

Eric relaxed in his chair, his hands resting limply on the arm rest as Celeste slowly but surely began to work. Unconsciously, he took in a deep breath and silently waited, watching her every move intently with a keen eye (which he had to thank for being a vampire). From where he sat in the wicker chair, Eric could see the curves and hills of her pale skin, lightly kissed by her smooth fingertips that barely touched the flesh he so desperately wanted to feel against his own. Her hands moved slowly down her body, beginning at her neck and gently traveled downward at such an agonizing rate that Eric began twitching in his seat, barely noticeable to the naked eye.

Celeste looked at Eric and smirked, knowing very well how he was feeling at the moment. She had only played the game a few times in her past, mainly when she had to infiltrate a facility run by a disgusting pedophile that sold drugs and did illegal business over seas, however, she did admit silently that she was enjoying the game with Eric. Her hands slid over the fabric of her bra, encasing her supple breasts that Eric glanced at with lust then quickly looked away. They slid down her smooth stomach, a cold sensation electrifying her resulting in a shallow gasp that exploded in Eric's' ear, even if he pretended not to hear it. Her fingers slipped under the elastic of her shorts and quickly snapped it against her flesh, the sound reverberating through the room. Eric sat more erect in his seat as her hands slid through her closed thighs, slowly pushing them apart, gently rubbing the inside causing her to give out a slight moan. Celeste continued this act for what felt like hours to Eric. He watched her fiercely repeat the same act, producing more moans every now and then from the feel of her own hands against her sensitive skin. Eric wished that it was his hands that was traveling her body, putting every touch and detail of her flesh to memory like an ancient map that was about to be destroyed by flames.

Celeste glanced back down at him, biting her bottom lip and lifted herself on her elbows so both could see each other perfectly. Her eyes smoldered into dark smoke and in a delicate, but also seductive manner, curled her finger at him, calling him forth. Eric remembered that in order to win he had to control himself; he couldn't do anything irrational or follow his impulse like he usually would, he had to be stern and careful in his action. Eric stood up and walked with purpose in each of his steps. He watched Celeste's eyes give him a very slow once-over, stopping momentarily at the dent in his pants that he did not try to hide whatsoever. Eric kneeled down at the foot of the bed, a few inches away from Celeste. His hands carefully swept up her leg and when she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, he knew it was his turn. His lips gently collided with her flesh, making a slow and steady trek up her right leg, spending some extra time on her inner thigh. He delicately kissed the inside receiving a shutter from Celeste's lips that only urged him forward. Eric continued his journey of her body, patiently taking his time, which was difficult for him to do around her, and calling forth a small moan of gratification that made him wished they had played sooner. His lips grazed her stomach, his hands holding her waist in place, and lightly nipped at her skin, continuing to move up, closer to his target. Once her tempting breasts came into view he used as much self-discipline inside him to keep moving forward, he felt it would be best to have them when they were not trapped inside the horrible human invention to keep them hidden from his eye. Eric nipped at Celeste's collar bone, drawing ever nearer to his destination. His lips found her neck quickly, lightly sucking and kissing the fragile skin he wished to seep his fangs in, but nonetheless, continued moving forward, marking her jaw line with the same gentle kisses he had marked the rest of her body with. Eric leaned back on his knees, slowly lifting her legs around his waist; if they had been naked he would have had perfect access to her which would have made for a very interesting position. Celeste opened her eyes and looked at him, her gaze encasing him in a coffin of lust while his own surely did the same to her. She chewed the bottom corner of her lip as Eric leaned toward her, her legs still around his waist keeping her slightly elevated. One of his hands balanced his weight on the side while the other slid behind her neck, drawing her closer to him.

Eric's lips were gentle and sweet against hers, not urgent and strong like the past times. Celeste knew that he was taking his time, that he wanted to experience everything he could in the short allotment she gave him. Eric kissed her tenderly, slowly licking her bottom lip as if asking for entrance. Celeste complied with the same tenderness, gradually opening her mouth, granting Eric permission. From only those few minutes, it could be seen from any uninterested unknown third-party member that there was much passion between them that had yet to be discovered. Inside Celeste and Eric there were secrets and hidden pasts, however, there were also broken souls that had no hope at reconciliation, there were hopes and dreams that wanted to be fulfilled, and most importantly a deep desire to give and be given love, even though neither believed in the four letter word.

After deepening the kiss only a few seconds, Celeste lightly pushed against Eric's chest. "Enough." Eric was more than prepared to continue what he was doing and fought with her for a few moments, the simmering passion withering away at his influx of defiance. Like a child he sat back down in the wicker seat and waited with anticipation to be given permission again. Celeste started to wonder how long he would actually hold out and decided that it would be best to speed things up, or else they wouldn't get any where.

***

Sam Merlotte didn't know what to do. He contemplated for the last four hours whether or not to call Celeste. He didn't like how things ended before she left and beat the shit out of himself for being such a coward. He sat on his bed, phone in hand, his thumb hovering over the green talk button which would dial her phone number. He looked at the number for a long minute.

"What the hell are you going to do Sam?" He started talking to himself. "What are you going to say? 'Hey Cici, how are you doing? How was your flight? Did Eric try to fuck you yet?'" Sam closed his phone and threw it on the side of the bed. He combed his fingers through his hair in frustration and got up to go back to the bar. He was just about to leave his trailer when he saw Tara leaning against his kitchen counter.

"What the hell are you doing here? Haven't you heard of knocking?" His strife started to show on his face and through his voice. Tara went over to the door and banged on it three times before crossing her arms over her chest.

"There. You happy?" She said in her natural pissed off tone.

"What the hell are you doing here? You're not suppose to be working tonight." He asked again.

"I know. But I got tired of staying at home with my stupid-ass mother so decided to work anyway. I need something to do."

"And you couldn't wait in the bar to do all this?"

"I was." She retorted. "But I heard you yelling in here so I just came to see how you were doin'."

"I wasn't yelling." He said defensively, or at least he didn't think he was.

"Don't lie to me Sam. I was walking by and all I hear is 'fuck this and fuck that and shit and damn it to hell and whatever else you while people say when you're mad."

"Tara I don't need your bullshit right now." He grabbed the keys to his trailer off the counter and went outside, Tara following behind him.

"What bullshit?" She asked to his back as he locked his trailer. "I'm only here because I'm bored Sam and I need something to do." Sam stuffed the keys in his pocket and headed toward the bar.

"Well go bother someone else if you're so fuckin' bored!" He yelled over his shoulder at her. Tara stopped of shock and looked at his back with dark eyes. She followed him in a brisk pace and before she could make a rebuttal he was already inside and headed to the back. Tara let out a frustrated and exasperated breath once she entered the bar and went over to her cousin in the kitchen.

"Lafayette. What the hell is wrong with Sam?" She looked in the direction Sam went then back at her cousin.

"Baby girl didn't you hear?" He said with a grin.

"Hear what?"

"Cici gone!" Lafayette said a bit more enthusiastically than he should have.

"She left already?" Tara leaned over the tin counter in disbelief.

"Hell yeah. She came by before she left."

"So what that got to do with anything?" She asked. Lafayette immediately stopped flipping the row of raw hamburger meat and looked at his cousin like she was the most mentally challenged person in the world. He pointed his metal spatula at her and said a few things under his breath before answering her question.

"Sam didn't want Celeste to go,"

"None of us did." Tara interjected.

"Bitch shut the fuck up and let me tell you what happened." Lafayette snapped. Tara rolled her eyes and listening to her cousin. "Last night I was waiting for her to come over when Sam and I started talking about her and how he had an elementary school crush on her." Tara nodded her head, following what he was saying. "Then she came by and I decided to leave them alone for a while and that's when Sam took her to the back. They talked for a while and when she came out I could tell she was pissed, but I asked her anyway if Sam said anything. Cici being Cici automatically knew that I put him up to it and started yelling at me while Sam comes out, looking like someone just took a shit on his face."

"Do you know what they talked about?" Tara asked.

"Most likely Eric. But anyway, she left and I went over to Sam, and I asked him what happened. He refused to tell me but said that he fucked up and now he had no chance of getting her."

Tara rested her arms on the counter and thought about the information. She knew Sam liked Celeste, but didn't realize how much until now. He was mad that she chose a vampire over him, sad because she actually left, and pissed off at himself for coming off as such an asshole over the whole matter. Tara drummed her fingers on the counter and looked at Lafayette.

"Does he know when she's coming back?"

"Nope. But I'm sure he'll be one of the first mutha fucka's to find out." He replied with a grin.

***

Sookie laid down on the bed, still thinking about what happened earlier that day. She couldn't wrap her fingers around what Celeste said on the plane or what she said to Bill. She was forced to watch her parents be murdered and had been to Los Vegas before, yet she didn't tell anyone. Sookie looked at the ceiling and replayed the days events in her head, trying to read between the lines.

"You look like you're concentrating." Bill emerged from the bathroom after take a shower. Sookie sat up Indian style and looked at him. His hair was slicked back from the water and his body glistened like tiny crystals. For the briefest second he reminded her of Eric, however, she quickly pushed the repulsive thought away. Bill sat down next to her on the bed and rest his hand upon her knee. "What were you thinking about?"

"Nothing that's important." She lied.

"Well it must be important if you were trying to burn holes through the ceiling with your eyes." He said with a faint grin that was meant to reassure, but instead confused Sookie. "Come on," He laid her back on the bed, his body completely dry from the arid climate, and pulled her close to him. "What is it that bothers you so?" Sookie nuzzled her head against his hard chest and let out a deep breath before replying.

"Earlier today, while you and Eric were sleeping, I talked to Celeste."

"And this bothers you?" Bill looked down at her.

"No. It's what she said that bothers me." Sookie replied hesitantly.

"What was it?"

"Well, I asked her about her parents and she told me they died." Bill pulled her closer to him, taking in the gravity of the situation and his beloveds emotions. "When I asked her what happened she didn't say anything, so I started talking about Gran and how I felt when I found her. When I finished she said 'At least you weren't forced to watch her die.' and when I asked her what she meant she said not to worry about it and that it was none of my business."

"Sookie," Bill combed his fingers through her hair and kissed the top of her head. "You can't expect her to talk about it simply because you asked her to. Yes, there is something in common between you two, but if Celeste truly had to observe her parents demise than you must understand that it was a tragic and traumatizing experience . . . Something she may never wish to recall."

"I understand that but-"

"There are not buts. You must be sensitive to her feelings and acknowledge that she had a completely different experience of death from you. I couldn't even imagine what she must have been through."

"But there is something else." Sookie sat up and tucked her knees under her buttocks while Bill sank deep into the bed. "She never told us that she had been here before."

"I do not understand where you are going with this?" He said nonchalantly.

"Why wouldn't Celeste tell us that she has been to Los Vegas before?"

"She was probably being humble and didn't want to ruin our perception of the city with her past experiences here." Bill scooted back towards the pillows and closed his eyes.

"I don't think so. Celeste doesn't seem like the kind of person to be humble; I wonder if she even knows what the word means."

"Sookie," Bill perched himself up on one elbow. "I do not understand why you are reading into this so much. If you are curious about Celeste then go ask her instead of coming up with assumptions that have no bases."

"Who's side are you on?" Sookie yelled suddenly standing up on the bed.

"I am on you're side of course. I just think you are making assumptions off of nothing."

"I am serious Bill! I think there are a lot of things Celeste isn't telling us and it makes me nervous." Bill pulled Sookie over to him and easily condoled her.

"Alright then. If Celeste makes you uneasy that I will talk to her."

"No. I want to talk to her."

"Sookie I think it would be best if I did." Bill convinced her to let him to talk to Celeste and decided that if it was what Sookie wanted, if Celeste made her uncomfortable and concoct strange things in that unique head of hers, then maybe there was something Celeste was hiding from them.

***

It did not take long for Eric Northman to fall into Celeste's trap of seduction and deception. Only a few minutes had passed and he had touched her countless times for a few seconds only to be pushed away roughly by her field. He sat in the wicker seat, his nerves and senses going ballistic as he watched her please herself with her fingers. Her moans reverberated off the walls and bounced back into Eric's ear along with her gasps of delight. He watched her fingers move faster inside her wishing they were his own.

Through most of the entire game, their eyes had been locked until his gaze became to unbearable for Celeste to endure. Every now and then she would glance at him, meeting his scorching eyes and pushed her further into her delight. Her face became flustered and her heart raced in her chest. But suddenly, the game became a little more intense when Eric's phone ringed. He did not acknowledge the ring tone or the vibration in his pants. Celeste looked at his pocket, which she could hardly see since the table blocked her view.

"Answer it." She said in between a moan.

"I'd rather not. I'm enjoying the moment very much right now." His voice was husky and filled with desire.

"Answer it." Celeste gasped and bit her finger. Eric reluctantly picked his phone out of his pocket and answered.

"Hello?" He said in an annoyed and aggravated tone.

"Why didn't you call me when you landed?" It was Pam. Eric could tell by the tone of her voice that she was pissed off and rolled his eyes as if she were directly in front of him. He looked at Celeste, her moans increasing with every touch and slowly started to under stand what she was doing. It wasn't everyday that he got to watch a woman he deeply desired please herself while talking on the phone at the same time, knowing very well that if they got caught he would have a lot , or no, explaining to do. Eric gripped the phone tighter to his ear as he continued to observes Celeste's fingers moving briskly.

"I forgot." Eric tried to come off as careless as possible, but the desire and huskiness of his voice obviously gave him away, whether or not Pam chose to acknowledge it was a different matter.

"Surely it would not kill you to take time out of your precious evening to reassure me that you arrived to your destination without complications Eric." She said acrimoniously. Eric could feel Celeste reaching her climax through the bond and new that it would be a very . . . intense one. The arm rest of the wicker seat began to crackle and pop under his imposing grip. Debris fell to the ground under his wrenching hand, threatening to shatter the antique into pieces.

"Pam. I'm gonna have to call you back." Eric got up from his seat and went to the edge of the bed, his body towering over Celeste.

"Don't Eric. There are some problems that I need to talk with you about." Pam was urgent.

"It can wait." Eric's fingers moved closer to Celeste's womanhood, feeling the heat radiating from her.

"No it can't." Pan almost yelled. "There are some matters that require your immediate attention." Eric hung up before she could continue and with a blind swiftness, nearly plunged his fingers into Celeste only to collide with a smack against her invisible and strong field. Even though he was confronted with his minor set back, he continued to poke and probe at the field hoping that for the briefest second she would let her guard down in the mist of her ecstasy. As Celeste reached the precipice of her climax her back arched violently and the hand she once bit clung to the comforter, pulling a section of it up. Her screams pissed Eric off instead of enticing him. He was angry that she did not allow him to feel her insides and let him please her in some way; he would have found minor relief, but relief nonetheless, at her touch.

After Celeste took a moment to catch her breath she wiped the little perspiration she had on her forehead off and looked at Eric.

"You lose." She said with a satisfied grin.

***

The following evening Celeste vehemently went to the burlesque club as soon as the sun went down. It wasn't a very familiar place people like her were seen doing business, in fact, in the past she had never done business there. She entered the club: Monica's Château, which looked like it came right out of a late 19th century text book. Celeste entered, with the familiar cloud of smoke and the smell of rich alcohol filling her senses. She waved the cloud away and immediately saw Steadman. He sat at a semi-circle booth with a round table in the middle and a pool shooting up from the center to the ceiling. There could be seen an employee doing what she did best: performing. Celeste rolled her eyes and sat down across from Steadman, who didn't glace at her even the slightest, his eyes fixed on the burlesque performer.

"You couldn't get a more . . . private table?" Celeste asked in a caustic tone.

"I was, but decided I wanted to enjoy this new club before getting into anything serious." He replied with a grin. Steadman was always a dog, so it couldn't be helped that he would want to enjoy the leisure's the club had to offer.

"I can't stay long." Celeste said after a long moment of silence. "What do you know?" At this Steadman finally gave Celeste his full attention after giving the dancer a hundred dollar bill and gesturing for her to leave.

"Just so you know Celeste. No one better find out about this."

"Of course not. Now tell me what you know so both of us can get outta here." She pushed.

"Malcolm sent Carter, Amy, Giorgio, Hugh," Steadman hesitated before he spoke the last name. "And Margo." Celeste let out a sharp breath and rolled her eyes, which she seemed to be doing a lot.

"I should have known that son of a bitch would send him."

"Yeah me too. You really need to be careful now, you know as well as I do how Margo is and what he is capable of."

"I know that. The only reason why Malcolm sent him is because he knows that Margo has the best shot out of anyone of taking me out."

"You sure it has nothing to do with your past history with Margo?"

"I'm certain that's another reason why Malcolm sent him. He knows that Margo wants to get even with me and if that means killing me to settle the score then he will." Celeste slouched back into the seat.

"Well what about the others?"

"I don't have to worry about them. They can't touch me unless Malcolm's giving them a new drug. It's only Margo I'm worried about."

"When are you leaving?"

"I don't know. My friend has some business to take care of here. I don't know how long it will take." Steadman leaned over the table and brought his voice down to a whisper.

"At this rate, if you don't leave within the next 48 hours, he's going to find you. And then you'll really be dead."

Celeste shook her head and looked off into the distance. She knew it was a mistake to come, a mistake that might cost her life. "I know. I'll just have to keep my field up at all times and find him before he finds me."

"That won't help."

"I know. But it's better than just waiting around for him to finish me off."

"Celeste I would help you out more. But I'm already putting my neck out there by meeting you."

"I know Steadman. But if it were you in my place, I wouldn't have helped you at all."

"I figured that much. But I do owe you." His head fell slightly. Celeste stood up and stretched out her limbs.

"You could try your entire life to repay for what happened. But I will never forgive you." She exited Monica's Chateaus without a second glance and headed back to the hotel with her field encasing her.