A/N : Alright, here is chapter four. So now, it begins. I noticed someone put this in their alert list, and I want to thank you for that ^-^ Im very honored. So now, if you guys want more, I need at least 5 to 10 comments before I post. I dont care if theyre unsigned reviews, just gimmie reviews lol
Celeste smiled as she spied Reid at his room's door. She had just returned from the corner store, and collected her room key; eager to try and contact the victims. She walked down the hall; pass Reid, who looked up when he heard her. His face suddenly flushed a bright pink.
"Celeste, can I- I mean, do you need help?" His door closed as he took a step towards her, be Celeste shook her head.
"Oh, thank you but I'm good. Looks like we're neighbors though. I promise not to be too loud. Goodnight Reid." Celeste smiled as she slipped her own keycard into her room's lock, and disappeared behind the door. She looked around her hotel room, noticing the very simple design. Perfect for what she was going to do. She set her bags down on the end of her bed, and went back to the door; locking it securely. She couldn't risk anything with what she was about to do. Celeste stripped off her jacket and hung it on the hook by the door, kicking off her heels under it. She then unzipped her skirt and shimmied out of it, letting it fall to the floor as she pulled off her top. Finally, she felt like she could breathe.
Taking a deep breath, she opened her bag and pulled out her small kit, setting it aside as she pulled out her pajamas. Reaching behind herself, she unclasped her bra and let it fall from her shoulders, tossing it onto her bed. Celeste sighed as she pulled on her cotton t-shirt and slipped into her flannel pajama pants. Now, to set up. Grabbing her kit, she turned off a set of lights, and moved to sit on the floor in the middle of the room.
There was no preset list of items that every necromancer used. It was like a recipe for stew; take a few common ingredients, test out the variations in each family, and then add or subtract through trial and error until they found what worked best. And that is what Celeste's father had done. First, she removed an old piece of grave cloth, laying it down on the floor before her. It had been handed down to her father, and then to her. When she had learned about necromancy, her father had told her that the relic had come from a Roman emperor. Though, in every necromancy family, the relics always came from some Roman emperor, or African princess. But it didn't matter; the power the individual held in life had no power over the object itself. It only made for a better story.
Celeste smiled to herself as she took out her ceramic bowl, emptying a pre made pouch of vervain, an herb used to contact traumatized spirits, and dogwood bark. How the unsub knew what to use, but not how to use them, showed her that they were not truly a necromancer. But, it could still be someone in the supernatural community. Next, she took out a tied bunch of hair. Different hairs, from different people at different stages of life, from infant to elderly, some for each sex. Thankfully, Celeste had gathered these from the living. Because hair is already dead cells, she didn't need to take them from the deceased.
Finally, she pulled the final pieces; the true remnants of the grave. A finger joint. A toe. An ear. Bits of bone. Teeth. The bone and teeth were ancient relics, given to Celeste's father from his grandmother before she passed away. With the flesh artifacts though, Celeste had to get those herself. To work, they needed to be fresh. Fresh, meaning at least a year old. But after that year, the pieces had to be burned and the ashes added to a jar; then they had to be replaced. She placed the items around the grave cloth, and then put the jar in the middle of it all. In her bowl, she added a little bit of dried mate`; to keep away unwanted spirits. She didn't need any interruptions from the ghosts following the team around.
Celeste reached over and turned on her music player; filling the room with the classical music she usually used to mask her summonings. She closed her eyes, clearing her mind as she focused souly on the first victim, Alex Jaimes. At first, she felt nothing. Then a chill swept through the room. She felt his presence and opened her eyes. Before her stood a young man, dead before his life had began. He had long black hair, naturally tanned skin, and soft brown eyes. He turned around, looking around the room, until his eyes landed on her sitting form.
"Please, please tell me what's going on." His voice was velvety smooth, with a slight lisp. Celeste nodded and waved her hand to the floor.
"Concentrate, and sit down. I'm Celeste." She watched as Alex closed his eyes and sat down, obviously trying to not sink through the floor. "Do you know why you can talk to me? Do you know what I am?"
"I. I know I'm dead. Are you a psychic?"
"I'm what they call a necromancer. I can speak to the dead. Do you know who killed you?" Celeste tilted her head, reaching over to grab her notepad and pen from her purse. Alex shook his head, looking down at the ground.
"No, they wore a hood. And sunglasses. But it was night, they didn't need them."
"What do you remember from that night? Did anything stand out as strange to you?" She watched as he tilted his head to the side, studying her.
"N-no. I d-don't think so. They.. They hit me from behind. I was walking home from work, and I felt them behind me. Then I blacked out. When I woke up, I was watching him leave with my body wrapped up in something. That was when I knew I was dead..." Alex looked so sad; Celeste wished she could hug him. She jotted down a few notes, and nodded.
"And, did you see him again?" At this, Alex snapped his gaze up to meet hers.
"Yea, but it was different. Not like now, with you. He didn't have the glow around him like you. And he had my body with him. I watched him. He tried to talk to me. I tried to answer, but he couldn't hear me. Then he..He cut off my ear. And he left me there, in that graveyard. I didn't see him again."
"It's okay Alex, you did well. I'm going to call someone now, who will take you somewhere safe. You'll be all right. Thank you, you've been a great help." Celeste looked down at the ring on her finger. Jamie had let her borrow it when she told her she had been asked on a case. If you need help, just call Eve, Jamie had said. Eve Levine, notorious black witch and angel warrior of the afterlife. She slipped the ring from her finger and set it in the middle of her alter.
"Celeste! How can I help you?" A tall slender woman with long black hair appeared beside the bed, her hands on her hips. Eve had an angelic face, but her eyes held the fire of a troublemaker. This is what Celeste loved about her.
"This is Alex. He needs help moving on." Alex looked over at the woman, his eyes filled with a childish fear. Eve smiled sweetly and nodded, taking his hand in hers.
"Come on, your time is done here. Lets see what's next for you, shall we?" And with that, both Alex and Eve disappeared from sight, and warmth returned to the room. Celeste sighed, feeling her body slump back against the side of the bed. It was hard; summoning a traumatized spirit always was. She felt her eyes began to droop and shook herself awake. She could try Shelly now, but she didn't want to fall asleep while talking to her. No spirit would ever talk to her after that. She blinked away the sleep from her mind and began cleaning up her things, wanting to call Jamie before it got too late over there.
Grabbing her pad and pen, she climbed into bed and reached for her phone on the nightstand. After dialing Jamie's number, she settled against the pillows and held the phone to her ear.
"Hello Celeste. How's the case coming along?" Jamie's voice sounded tired, but still lively.
"Hey, it's going good. I just talked to Alex, the first victim. He didn't see anything, but he did tell me that they tried to contact him again. He told me he didn't have the necromancer glow, though. So I'm thinking it could be either a human with a supernatural contact, but clearly doesn't know any necromancers. Or, it could be someone with necromancy in the blood, but got skipped in the bloodline. They obviously have an idea of what they're doing, but they don't have the blood to do it right. And I have the feeling he won't stop though, until he gets through to one of his victims." Celeste began doodling on her notepad as she relayed parts of the case.
"Well, remember those humans in Brentwood I told you about? They found magic through human sacrifice. Even though one of them was of magical blood, the magic did work for all of them." Celeste nodded her head, though she knew Jamie couldn't see her.
"Eve came and took him to the other side. Hopefully he'll find his girlfriend over there. She was killed right after him."
"Oh, how awful. Do you need help? I could try and contact the other victims for you." Jamie asked, her voice filling with concern for her friend. Celeste smiled.
"That would be great. I have their names here. But.. Won't you need something of theirs? Since you're so far away?"
"Oh, no. That won't be a problem. I'm in Portland with Savannah right now. Jeremy can stop by up there and run by their places while Savannah and I come help you. Would that be alright?" Celeste felt her face break out in a huge, bright smile. She loved Savannah like a sister. And, being so close in age, they had a lot in problem. Savannah Levine, the daughter of Eve. She was the spitting image of her mother, except for her eyes. Large bright blue eyes; belonging to her father, Kristof Nast, the ex-head of the Nast Cabal.
Cabals were like the Mafia of the supernatural world. Celeste had once been perused by the Cortez Cabal when they needed a new necromancer on staff. Jamie had introduced her to Lucas and Paige when she had refused to be employed, and they helped her get the job at the FBI instead.
"I'd love that! You have no idea how much that would help me out. But, I can't tell the team you'll be coming. We'll have to be discreet."
"No problem at all. I'll come by your hotel tomorrow night, and we can talk. I'll see you then."
"Thank you, I really appreciate it. Goodnight, give Jeremy my love." Celeste smiled and hung up, feeling sleep about to take her. She set her phone on the pillow beside her and closed her eyes, about to fall asleep, when something caught her eye. She blinked and sat up, her eyes widening.
The woman she had seen on the plane was sitting at the end of her bed, her back turned to Celeste. She was crying, her head in her hands as sobs racked her body. Her auburn colored hair hung in front of her face, hiding her from view. Celeste softly called to her.
"Excuse me? Miss?" The woman looked up, tears streaming down her face, and looked over her shoulder. She had a kind, motherly face, but her eyes were filled with such agony that Celeste felt like crying herself.
"C-can you see me?" Celeste nodded, watching the woman's eyes widen. "You can! Oh Lord, you can see me! You can hear me!" The woman rushed to her bedside, not seeming to notice that she was walking through the middle of the bed. "Oh Lord, my god, I can't believe you can actually hear me. I tried talking to Spencer, but he just.. Just didn't seem to understand. He had the same glow as you do you. I knew you saw me, on the plane. I just.. I just miss Aaron so much. Can you please tell him I'm sorry? I didn't mean for this to happen, I really did-"
"Hey, hey, it's okay. Did you say you saw a glow around Reid? Like the one around me?" Celeste felt the urge to reach out and grab the poor woman's hand; to comfort her. The woman nodded her head eagerly.
"Yes, yes, I did. But he looked at me like I wasn't there. H-He ignored me."
"And, who are you, exactly?" The woman's eyes filled with tears.
"Hailey. Hailey Hotchner." Celeste felt her eyes widen as she held back her gasp. She had known that Hotch had lost his wife, but.. To find out she had been here the whole time. That she was following her husband around, watching her son grow up without her. That had to be hell.
"O-oh my. I'm so sorry. I-I didn't realize-" Hailey smiled and shook her head, cutting her off.
"It's fine. I've.. I've been here for a while. I just.. I just follow him around. I just.. I want him to know that I loved him. I never wanted to leave him." Hailey hung her head again and began to cry. Celeste felt her own eyes well with tears as she watched the woman cry. She sat up straighter and reached out, wishing against everything she had that she could touch this poor woman, as she set her hand over Hailey's leg. She knew that neither of them would feel anything, but she felt the need to touch her.
"Listen to me. I'm helping the team with a case right now, and I could use some help. Would you like to be my eyes when I'm busy? I can…" she paused for a moment; knowing she was about to break the most important rule of necromancy. "I can let you speak to Aaron after the case. But, if I do, you'll have to cross over. You can't stay here, following him around and torturing yourself. It's not right. You will need to move on. Your time may have come for this world, but you still have the next one." Celeste wished she could grip her hand; show her that she really did care. But she knew, no matter how much she tried, that the dead could not touch those of the living world. And neither could the living touch the dead.
Hailey nodded her head, looking up with a spark of joy in her eyes. "Oh yes, I will. Thank you so much, really thank you. I won't let you down, I promise." Hailey looked as though she was were glowing. Celeste smiled and nodded her head.
"Now, that means you will need to stay close. But no following Aaron around, alright? I promise you, you will get your chance with him. But until then, I need you here with me." Hailey nodded her head, a smile on her lips as she stood.
"I won't let you down." As she looked down at Celeste, her smile bright, her body began to fade from view. Celeste smiled, knowing she would be back when needed. She knew Jamie was going to chew her out for this tomorrow, but she just couldn't help herself. Once a loved one has passed, they are gone. The Fates didn't allow the ghosts of loved ones to speak with living spouses. It didn't help the moving on process. But this time, Celeste would make them allow it. She did have Eve after all.
Feeling her eyes drop yet again, Celeste laid back on her pillows once more; this time closing her eyes and allowing sleep to take her. Tomorrow she would talk to Reid. Because now she knew, Reid was a necromancer. He just didn't know it. Or he was hiding it for some reason.
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