8 - Torturous Deceit

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June 2013 - Updated

This story was originally published on 3/19/09. Any mistakes left are my own.

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SOOKIE POV

"Claudine! You return me back this instant!"

"Calm down, Cousin. Not yet. Here, take this and scrub that off yourself." She handed me a label-free plastic container that looked like a shower gel, and a loofah.

I looked around and realized we were in her front yard. "What the hell are we doing out here, Claudine?"

"Oh, don't worry. No one's looking. Everyone's asleep by now. Okay, brace yourself; I'm going to spray you with the garden hose. Watch out! The water's going to be cold. "

"Just what the hell are you doing? Take me back to Eric! I have to talk to him."

"Well that's some gratitude for ya. I'll take you back as soon as you scrape that horrible stuff off, Cousin."

"Okay, then why don't you show me to your shower?"

"Yeah, that's really smart. Why don't we go inside my house so you can come out smelling like a fairy when I take you back? You want to be torn to shreds by a sex-crazed vampire?"

"Why the hell did you even bring me here? You said my life was in danger. And now, very calmly you want to take me back? Out with it, Claudine."

"Well, when I popped by, you were in danger, but now it seems the danger has subsided."

Could it be that Eric had calmed down? "Then hurry up and turn it on. Um . . . but I also need to use the bathroom."

"Number one or number two?"

"One," I whispered.

"Well, you're standing in the bathroom, Cousin."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Sorry, that's all I can do."

"Well can you at least turn around?"

"Sure thing."

Sweet Shepherd, how disgusting. I took a deep breath. Well, when in Rome . . .

"You done yet?"

I didn't even have a chance to answer before Claudine turned on the hose and splashed me down. I was not prepared for the cold sensation that came over my body as she sprayed the freezing water over me.

"Go on; wash up."

I bit my tongue and tried to make my numb fingers function. I lathered the soap gel on the loofah and went to town.

"Don't forget to put some of that in your hair. Sookie, how the hell could you listen to Bill and commit such a stupid act?"

"I-I-I don't know C-C-Claudine," I stammered, trying to dispel the freezing temperatures from my body.

"Oh, sorry." Claudine waved her hand over the hose, said something in a strange language, and the water started to warm up.

"Thanks," I said after I'd thawed out a bit. "Look, Claudine, I don't know why I did that, but I felt Eric so close and I just couldn't stop myself from touching Bill."

"No, not that! I mean how could you let him convince you to put vinegar in your hair?"

"Oh, Claudine! Not now, please!" Think Stackhouse. A change of subject would really come in handy right now. "By the way, what's this gel I'm putting on? It smells really good."

"Oh, it's just something I picked up randomly at Bath & Body Works." Claudine looked a bit nervous as I scrubbed down my forearms.

"Really? Then how come it's in a clear bottle with no label?"

"It must have fallen off."

"Oh, okay." That's total BS. I just hope this isn't dog shampoo. "By the way, have you talked to Niall? He called me, but I missed his call. Do you by any chance know what he wanted?"

"He'll be by to see you later tonight and you'll find out then. Now are you going to hurry up, or are you going to stay here all night chatting it up?"

I sighed, continuing my task. I prayed the cops wouldn't show up and arrest me for indecent exposure. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, I got off all the gunk out of my skin and hair. I relaxed and said to Claudine, "Okay shut it off. I'm done. Let's go back."

"Finally."

"Just give me something to throw on. Oh Shit! Shit! Shit!"

"What is it?" I was scaring Claudine as I started to cry.

"Oh, Claudine! Bill burned my work clothes along with my apron!"

"Sookie, it was just some ratty, old apron. You can get another one."

"No, you don't understand. All my tips were there! This whole night occurred because of those tips. Had I just stayed at home, none of this would have happened." I let out a loud sob.

"Stop that!" Claudine waved her hands and I stopped crying. "There's no use crying over burnt money. What are you going to do?"

"Nothing, what can I do? How am I going to pay my bills now?" My lower lip trembled and Claudine raised her hands again. "No, I'm sorry, forget it. Okay, I'm done." I didn't know what she was zapping me with and the last thing I needed was to wake up with three nipples tomorrow. "Just send me back to Eric, please."

"You really think I am letting you go see your beloved with that wet hair and tear-stained face, Cousin?"

"My what? What are you talking about, Claudine?"

"Please accept my gift. I call it, instant Greek goddess Hair."

A cloud of dust formed around my head and I coughed as the smoke cleared around me. I strained my neck until I was able to look at my hair through the reflection of one of Claudine's windows. My hair had been instantly transformed into a beautiful loose hairstyle with curls and tresses that really made me look like a Grecian goddess.

"Thank you, Claudine, this is wonderful! How did you do that? Can you get me some clothes, too?"

"No can do, Cousin. All my clothes have my scent on them and I intend to make sure you live to see tomorrow."

"What! You can't be serious! You're going to send me back naked? Can't you pop me to a Wal-Mart or something?"

"No time, Cousin. But I can give you these shoes." She handed me a beautiful pair of satin-white open-toe high-heeled shoes. Good thing I had taken the time this morning to paint both my fingernails and toe nails in Desire Red. Both the shoes and my nails shone beautifully in the moonlight. Before I could even ask any questions or say another word, Claudine spoke.

"Put them on quickly. If we leave right now we'll just make it back in time. You ready now?"

"Back in time for what?" I asked as I put the shoes on. "Wait. I have to ask you something. Wait! I'm not re . . . ad . . . y!" I staggered forward as a loud popping noise thrummed around me. I looked around and recognized Merlotte's employee lounge. "Claudine!" I yelled, catching my naked reflection on the stainless steel refrigerator. Well at least my hair, face, and heels look good.

"Knock 'em dead, Cousin," I heard Claudine's voice say from a faraway place. "Oops! I guess they already are!"

"Ha ha. Very funny Claudine." Something outside caught my attention and I carefully walked to peek outside a window. That's strange. Where the hell is that red and blue light outside coming from? Is it an ambulance or the police?

Well, first things first. Before I went to go investigate I had to put some clothes on. I walked to the storage room and panicked after I realized Bill and I had taken all of the promotional merchandise Sam bought outside. I searched frantically though the room looking for uniforms or for anything I could use to cover myself with.

"Oh, thank God!" I gasped. I found one lonely, bright-red apron. It was a wonder Sam still had it, since we'd gotten rid of them long ago. No one liked them because the pockets weren't very deep and you couldn't carry too much in them.

The only bad thing was they weren't full-sized aprons like the ones we used. They tied around the waist and looked like the equivalent of a very short miniskirt. The apron was a welcome sight, but it only solved one of my problems since it would cover my front area, but would leave my backside and top exposed. "Please let me find another one!" I pleaded, desperately searching for anything I could find.

"Yes!" I cried, finding a box with some dirty rags Terry used to clean the bar. "Eww!" I pushed the box back as the rags smelled like cat piss. I remembered I carried a towel in my car and walked back to the employee lounge to get my purse and car keys.

Shit! My purse was gone. Who the hell took it? That seemed to be a problem I had to solve later.

Well decision time Stackhouse: should I cover my breasts or my privates? After a quick deliberation, I chose my privates since I reasoned all men had pretty much seen their share of breasts. Right? My stars, how am I ever going to survive this night? I tied the apron around my waist.

To solve the problem of my exposed chest, though, I crossed my arms in front of my breasts so that would just leave my backside exposed. Well, two out of three wasn't bad odds. Oh, Sweet Shepherd of Judea, give me the strength to walk out that door and search for Eric looking like this!

I slowly took one step, then another, until I finally made it outside. My heart almost beat out of my chest. I walked out the front entrance of Merlotte's, past Eric's Corvette and to the back where I heard screams and saw flashing red and blue lights.

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PAM's POV
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With my vampire sight, I could see red and blue lights, no doubt from a police car, shine in the distance. At the speed they were traveling, by the time they drove up here, our business would be complete.

"Just what the fuck is going on here?" Eric bellowed at both the shifter and Compton. "If either one of you does not answer me, I will rip out your fucking throats this instant."

"We don't have to tell you jack shit, Northman! Now for the last time, get the fuck off my property, and take your damn lackeys with you."

"Wrong answer, shifter!" In his vampire speed, Eric ran past Bill, knocking him down. He ran up to the shifter, lifting him up in the air by his throat.

Sam gasped for breath.

"Before I kill you, shifter, you will answer me. Why do you have my bonded's scent all over your filthy carcass?" Eric squeezed Sam's throat tighter. Bill was still lying on the floor, his fangs had retracted and he was no longer erect.

The shifter struggled to speak. "I . . . .ain't . . . telling . . . you . . . shit—"

"Pamela!"

"Yes, Master," I replied.

"Glamour him and get the truth out of him. Don't move, I'll bring him to you." Eric threw the shifter high in the air toward me. He landed and we all heard a loud crack coming from his leg.

Guess he's not walking tomorrow, I concluded.

"All right, shifter. That's one bone down," my Master said menacingly.

The shifter was trying to hold back his screams of pain as I began to glamour him to get the information out of him as quickly as possible so the real fun could begin.

My Master then walked over to Bill. "Ah, now you have my undivided attention, Compton. Do you know how long I have been waiting for this moment? Finally, the perfect opportunity to rid myself of you is here."

Compton stood up. "Y-y-you can't be serious, Eric. You can't sentence me to the true death. Over what, huh? What the hell is my offense?"

Compton definitely wanted to die fighting. I loved it when a dead man walking put up a fight.

"Your offense?" Eric asked.

I could tell my Master couldn't even bring himself to repeat what we had caught Bill and Sookie doing.

"Your offense Compton, is that you are here in front of me and in some fashion still alive. But that is something I will remedy shortly." Eric began taking off his clothes as he eyed Bill threateningly.

"What the hell are you doing, Eric? Are you gonna fight me or are you gonna fuck me? I'm not one of the fangbanger whores from your club! Oh, don't act like you don't know who I'm talking about. You know, the ones you always fuck even though you're bonded to Sookie?"

Compton just didn't know when to shut up.

"I fuck whomever I well damn please, and I answer to no one! I especially do not answer to some pathetic, third rate soldier from the Civil War whose only talent is mediocrity. You are so worthless I refuse to stain my clothes with your weak blood when I splatter it."

"Well, this worthless loser just had your bonded begging me to fuck her. She was dripping for me, Eric! Does she ever do that for you? Oh, that's right. You can't remember. Who's pathetic now?"

"You fucking—" Eric didn't even let him continue and lunged at him, his hands going for his neck.

Finally some action! In my opinion, they were talking too much.

Bill blocked Eric's grip and they both moved at vampiric speed matching blow for blow as they struck each other. It seemed my Master wanted a fight since he could have easily killed Compton in a matter of seconds. For several minutes, fist was met by fist, and kick was met by kick until Eric circled Bill's neck in a headlock.

"You are sadly mistaken, Compton! I remember everything! I fucked her in every room of her house, her shower, kitchen–every fucking place she could sit or stand in, so she'd always think of me!" Eric squeezed Bill's neck tighter.

"The only reason . . . she fucked you is . . . because I was out of town . . . and . . . she missed sucking my dick!" Bill spun around and dislodged from Eric's grip.

Eric laughed. "And who do you think sent you out of town so I could fuck her in every room of her house?"

Compton growled at Eric's statement, readying himself to lunge at my Master once more.

Eric became momentarily distracted, as if he had become aware of something or someone and Compton took advantage of the situation. He hit Eric in the chest, sending him flying back and knocking him back against the Dumpster.

Eric laid on the floor and Bill continued his verbal barrage on my Master.

"Well how unoriginal, Eric! In her house? Was that the only place she let you fuck her? What's the matter, was she ashamed people would see her with you?"

"Shut up, you worthless fuck!"

"Didn't she tell you how I fucked her in the cemetery? No? Didn't she tell you how I ripped her clothes off and fucked her in the dirt like a common whore and she loved it?"

"I am going to rip your fucking heart out. . . " Eric stood up and started circling around Bill. Both men sized each other up as they moved.

"Come on, Eric. You want to have a reason to rid yourself of me. I'll give it to you. Did she ever tell you how I fucked her on a Friday night at her doorstep?"

Eric slightly raised his eyebrow.

"I knew you would listen to the message I left her. Did she tell you what I did to her?"

Eric circled Bill, waiting for him to reveal what the message he had overheard on the night he accompanied Sookie to the orgy all those years ago really meant.

"She couldn't even wait to get inside the house. She spread her legs for me right there on her front steps, and I took her over and over that night. I took all of her."

"You lie!" Eric seethed in anger.

"Why do you think she resisted you for so long, Eric? Why do you think I'm still alive and in her life? She's mine, Eric. She'll always be mine!"

"Enough!" Eric roared as he lunged at Bill and punched him the chest and stomach repeatedly until blood started coming out of his mouth. In one swift movement, Eric bent down and broke both of Bill's legs.

"She's mine. . ."

"You filthy liar!" Eric picked up Compton by the throat and then slammed him down again with a hit to his stomach.

I smiled. There was no way Compton was getting up after that.

My Master turned to look at me with a murderous glint in his eye. I could tell he was going to let me have some fun.

"Pamela. What have you gotten from the shifter?"

"Master, he says Sookie came on to him. She told him she'd been having strange visions of you all day, and when they were together, she called out your name."

"What? You're not making sense! Did he penetrate Sookie with or without her consent? That is all I require to know, Pamela."

"There was only digital penetration on his part Master. These two fingers to be exact, and Sookie also stroked him with her hands. Nothing more. Only she got to the finish line, though. It seems the two lovebirds were interrupted before they could go any further." I linked with my Master via our mindlink. According to the shifter, he says Sookie called your name when she came.

Eric nodded and his thoughts spilled over to me.

That was what I felt when I was feeding. Her calling out to me, her climax, and then the ensuing guilt. He quickly closed his thoughts and I pretended not to have heard anything. "So she came onto him?"

"The shifter says Sookie told him she had been seeing images of you in her head all day, which were making her do things beyond her control."

Another fragmented thought escaped his mindspeak. Shit, my messages.

Again, I pretended not to take notice.

A weak smile crawled on his lips, and I felt a sense of relief wash over his tensed shoulders. A sensation of bliss eluded the control of his mindspeak. She wanted me. She touched them because she thought they were me.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. What was he so happy about? Don't tell me he's thinking of taking her back? I couldn't believe he was using the shifter's words as an excuse to forgive Sookie for what she had done. Has he gone mad?

"Fingers, Pamela?"

"Yes, two of them."

"Which two fingers?"

"These two, Master." I held them up.

"Where, Pamela? I don't see any fingers there."

Right-o. Maybe he hasn't lost his senses and has something up his sleeve. I knew my master only did something if it served his purpose. He'd have to be blind and in love with Sookie to truly forgive this indiscretion. And Eric Northman in love? I fought the urge to laugh out loud.

"Take him out of the glamour. I want him to feel the pain," Eric said as his bloodlust called for the shifter's fingers on a platter.

I smiled like a Cheshire cat. My Master was so devious! "Yes, my Master." I obeyed heartily and the shifter screamed when I bent back his fingers and broke them. I silenced him by threatening to take his tongue as well. I then ripped the useless digits off his hand, and tossed them to the ground as his hand began to bleed.

"Stop the bleeding, Pamela. I'm not done with him yet," Eric ordered.

As I was finishing taking care of the shifter, Bill started stirring back to consciousness.

Eric was upon him instantly, landing more blows and punches until Bill splattered more blood from his mouth and lost awareness again. This time, Eric broke his ankles. But Eric wasn't done yet. He got the half-used gallon of vinegar and poured it on Bill's face to wake him up. Sputtering the vinegar out of his mouth, Bill weakly opened his eyes.

"Pamela. It seems our beloved associate, Mr. Compton, enjoys it when women stroke and pull on his dick. Did you gather the same impression, my child?" Eric's voice was utterly sinister.

"Why, as a matter of fact I did, my Master. Well, I am a woman. Should I stroke and pull on his dick as well?"

"Why don't we ask him, Pamela? Bill, what do you say? Would you like to make Pamela drip for you as well?"

"No! No! Stay away from me, you crazy bitch! No!" Bill tried to move, but since he had lost a lot of blood, he was having trouble healing his broken bones.

"Bill, Bill! But I thought you enjoyed making women beg for you." Eric laughed balefully.

"No, you crazy fuck!" Bill then turned to Eric. "It's eating you inside isn't it?" Bill sputtered some blood from his mouth. "That after all this time, she still wants me . . . that she hasn't forgotten me . . . "

"You could not be further from the truth, you pathetic fool." Eric furrowed his brow. Through the mindspeak, he spoke to me. Rip it off him.

"It will be my pleasure, Master!"

"This is just one of the things I have planned for you, Compton. I am going to take my time with you, and I am not going to stop until you realize, once and for all, that Sookie belongs to me and only me." Eric struck his chest as he spoke the last words.

I rolled my eyes upwards, wondering if he was going to haul Sookie to his cave afterward by her hair. I know the man was a barbarian, but this was just too much.

Eric then broke both of Compton's arms when Bill dared to spit the blood, which had collected in his mouth, toward him and I took my time making my way over to the broken, trembling vampire as my Master broke him into more pieces.

Sam had been lying on the ground, holding his bleeding hand. Thinking we were too preoccupied to notice him, he started taking his shirt off so he could transform.

My spirits were immediately lifted. A lion's head would look absolutely lovely over the décor at Fangtasia. I was really hoping he would transform into that, but alas no. He transformed into a grizzly bear instead.

Through the mindspeak Eric communicated, Deal with Compton. I will deal with the shifter. Do not fail me, my child.

I responded with a nod. I would give my life to ensure I would never fail him.

"Are you sure you want to do this, shifter?" Eric asked, talking to Sam as if he were a child.

Sam replied with a roar and charged at Eric with all his might.

The battle between my Master and the shifter was formidable, as I caught brief glimpses of it while I set about my task with Compton. The shifter put up a better fight than Compton as he scratched, bit, and even at one point, kicked dirt in Eric's eyes.

The shifter also made a deep gouge across Eric's chest as he scratched my Master with his claws. Again, Eric fought a fair fight, never utilizing his vampire speed nor did he attempt to overpower him, even though he could have easily done so.

My Master jumped and got behind the bear, locking his head in a headlock. Just as I prepared myself to collect the shifter's head, the police car finally came upon us, but we were too far gone in the bloodlust to pay it any attention.

I was halfway done with my task, and Bill was screaming so loud. What a girl! The shifter meanwhile was roaring in pain from Eric's headlock, so we barely heard or noticed when the local law got on his car's loudspeaker.

"This is Detective Andy Bellefleur from the Bon Temps Sheriff's Department! All right folks; let's disperse this fight! Sir! Sir! I am going to have to ask you to let go of the bear! Sir, please!" he pleaded and put his loudspeaker down. "Oh, hell! They don't pay me enough money to do this shit. Why do you think I took my time getting here? I thought that by now these assholes would be done, but nooooo."

We paid no heed to him and my Master and I continued our work. Eric still held on tightly to the shifter who by now had stopped roaring.

"This form is perfect, Shifter! I am going to keep you transformed so I can skin you alive and make you into my personal rug. And then every night I am going to fuck Sookie right on your worthless hide! I'll make her hold onto your eyes as I ram my cock into her tight pussy!"

I laughed at my Master's comments, knowing he issued no idle threats. I continued my work and was thankful Bill had finally stopped screaming as he had lost consciousness while I continued to slowly rip his dick off. With the sudden silence, I was able to hear a crunch in the gravel behind us, and I quickly turned to see who had joined our little party.

Though the mindspeak Eric called out to me, Pam, turn Compton over. Sookie must not see.

I swiftly gave Bill a kick and made him lie on his stomach. I scowled as Sookie's timing couldn't have been worse. I just needed one more good tug. Damn.

Andy continued talking on his loudspeaker even though none of us paid him any attention. "Sookie, what the hell are you doing here? Put on some clothes for God's sake! And step back! You are interfering in official police business!"

Sookie looked like a vision before us. Her hair was down and loose in the most exquisite curls. She looked just like a goddess. Her delectable breasts were cupped in her hands and she was wearing a red apron, which barely covered her mound and rode low on her enticing hips.

I found it odd that she was naked except for the apron and some open-toe high-heeled shoes, which were totally last season. Where did she buy those clearance shoes at? Oh and her smell . . . it was heavenly. It was rich, pure, and most of all soothing.

Sookie stood there before us surveying the scene in front of her, and she had tears in her eyes. I sighed. That surely wasn't new. I was about to look away with a smug look on my face when I sensed a feeling of remorse flooding through my Master's frame.

What? How could he feel remorse? I opened my mouth in shock, struggling to comprehend what Sookie could be doing to my Master to make him feel that way. Could she be manipulating him with witchcraft?

My thoughts were interrupted as the shifter finally passed out from having his head locked so long in Eric's arms, and Eric proceeded to toss him aside carelessly. As he fell to the floor, the shifter transformed back and started to bleed again from his two missing fingers.

My Master stood in front of Sookie, his naked body's only sign he had been fighting was the dried bloodstains on him. I expected to see him stand defiantly up to her, but I supposed he had not anticipated seeing her naked before him so soon, so his pose only registered his surprise.

Sookie's gaze made its way towards me and thankfully, I had on my black leather attire from the club. Bill's and Sam's bloodstains were easily hidden.

She looked over at Sam on the ground, then looked up at Eric. She then looked at me and at Bill. I fought the urge to lick my lips and tell her hello.

"Eric, I heard you. I heard what you told Sam. How could you say that? What are you doing?"

"Sookie. . . ." Eric took a step towards her.

"Stay back, Eric!" She placed her hands in front of her with her palms up, making a stopping motion, fully exposing her breasts. "Bill was right! You are a monster!"

She turned around, giving us the view of her perfect backside, her breasts riding up and down as she ran toward the front entrance of the shifter's bar.

Finally, Eric would set her straight and make her pay for her betrayal. I couldn't wait to see what punishment he exacted on her.

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A/N: Well there you have it. Finally the fight scene! Thank you so much to all of you have been so kind as to leave a review. They really make my day and inspire me to keep on writing! Keep 'em coming! Even if you have already reviewed before, it's okay! You can leave another one! Hope you enjoyed it!