Interrogation of a Vampire
By
UCSBdad
Disclaimer: I own neither Castle nor Librarian: Curse of the Judas Chalice. Rating: M, here and there. Time: Not now.
Author's note: Those of you who have read my Four of a Kind and Alexis's in Wonderland in the Castle fanfics will know I used a character named Simone Renoir, who was also Stana Katic's character in the Librarian movie. This story is about the vampire Simone Renoir, not my character.
Simone Renoir felt the first rays of the sun touch her face. She rested her head on Flynn's shoulder, knowing that her life of over four hundred years would soon be over and she would be dead and a vampire no more. She reached over and took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I love you, Flynn." She murmured.
"I love you, too." He choked back the tears he felt.
She could feel herself getting warmer and knew that her long, long life as a vampire would soon be over and her soul would finally be at rest. She took a deep breath, then opened her eyes to watch her first sunrise in centuries. It's so beautiful. She thought. If only I could watch longer.
She continued watching, happy to die in the arms of a man she loved. She saw the sun was now completely above the horizon. Completely above the horizon? How could that be?
She sat upright. "Flynn, I'm not dead."
"I'm not complaining."
She looked around, frowning. "What do you have in your hand?"
"Your hand. We're holding hands."
"No, the other hand, silly."
"Oh. The Judas Chalice. I didn't want to lose it."
"It was pressing against me when the sun rose. It did something. I'm not dying. Flynn! What did you do?"
"Me? Nothing. I was just sitting here waiting for you to…." He couldn't say the last word.
"It's daylight. Flynn, I'm tired. It's daylight. I should be resting. Leave me here and perhaps I'll…."
She was cut off when Flynn picked her up in his arms and headed for the now empty plantation house where Dracula had tried to regain his strength using the Judas Chalice.
"What are you doing? Put me down."
"I'm taking you inside. It's not good for lady vampires to be out and about in the daylight."
"Don't be…." Her eyes closed and she lost consciousness.
Once inside, Flynn Carsen put her gently down on a bed, then gathered up blankets and closed off all of the windows until the room was dark. Then he lay down beside her and checked her. She had no vital signs, which was normal for a vampire, but she hadn't disintegrated like the other vampires had the night before. Flynn snuggled next to her and slept.
Simone woke as usual at nightfall.
"Flynn?" She looked around. "Flynn?" He couldn't have left her, could he?
"Simone? Everything okay?"
"Where were you?"
"I'm not used to sleeping in the daytime. I woke up after a couple of hours and looked around." He held up a key ring. "We have a car. I can drive you back to your place."
Simone stood up and wobbled on her feet a bit. "I haven't fed. I'm weak. I'm tired."
Flynn raised his head, exposing his neck to her. "If you need blood that badly…"
She smiled at him. "I would never feed on you. Never. I'd die first." She sat back down on the bed, heavily.
"I need to get you home." He picked her up and carried her to the car. All the way back to New Orleans Simone sat listlessly in her seat, not saying a word. Arriving at her apartment, he carried her to her bedroom and opened the refrigerator where she stored her blood. She drained two bags quickly.
"Much better." She said, smiling at him. "But what happened? I was exposed to sunlight. When that happens to us…Poof! We're gone."
"The Judas Chalice has something to do with it, I guess."
"But how?"
Flynn thought, then shook his head. "The legends said that the Chalice would bring dead vampires back to life, but Lazlo, or rather, Dracula, was already alive. Or as alive as vampires get, I mean…"
"I know, Flynn." Simone smiled at him.
"So, there's more to the Judas Chalice than we know. Dracula used it to change himself from a weak, crippled vampire to a powerful one. The thing is, I don't know how."
"Could the legends be wrong? Does the Chalice strengthen a vampire? That would explain why I didn't go poof."
"Or maybe the Chalice has many properties, depending on who uses it, or how it's used, or anything."
"Flynn, I do love you, but my soul needs a rest. I'm very, very old. Perhaps if I sat outside in the sun for a long while, I'd finally die."
"No!" He said quickly. "I don't want you to die."
Simone kissed him softly. "We don't always get what we want."
"Precisely. We don't know what the chalice did to you, except…"He began running his hand over her face. "You have a little sunburn on your face and hands."
Simone laughed. "Sunburn? I'm the first vampire ever to get a sunburn. How absurd."
"The point is, we don't know what will happen. Maybe you can sit in the sun all day long and nothing. Or maybe you'll live in agony for centuries. Or anything in between. We have to be careful."
"Flynn, I love you, but…"
"And I love you."
"But," She said firmly, "I have loved humans. Just two since…You know. And I had to watch them grow old and die while I remained twenty five forever. I can't go through that again."
"Perhaps you won't have to. I'm a Librarian. I have all of the knowledge of The Library at my beck and call. Well, sort of. A substantial fraction anyway. Sixty two percent to be exact. Maybe we can find a way. At least we can give it a try. And we have to make sure that nothing disastrous will happen to you. Okay? Come with me to New York and give it a try." Flynn leaned in and kissed her, running his hand along her cheek.
"I don't know. It might…" He stopped her mouth with his own. Finally they broke the kiss. "How did you get so good at convincing vampires?"
"I'm a Librarian." He held ups a set of car keys. "We have a car to use and I can charter a jet to take us to New York. If we plan it right, we can get out of New Orleans…. "
"Flynn, please. It's Nawlins. We're in Nawlins."
"And go to New York and The Library.
"Noo Yawk?"Simone said with an exaggerated accent.
"New York." He said slowly.
"New York." She repeated, grinning.
"So you'll go?"
"You'll have to carry me off of the plane once we get there. I won't be able to feed while I'm around people, and the sun may have damaged me somehow."
"Are you okay now?" He asked, worried.
"Okay A bit tired, but normal."
"Completely normal?" He asked, pulling her into a kiss.
She mumbled something around his tongue that he took for a yes, and slid one hand over her breast while the other cupped her ass.
She broke the kiss. "We have too many clothes on." She whispered and began undoing her top.
He reached behind her for the zipper of her skirt. "Can I help?"
She undid his belt. "Only if I can, too."
They shed their clothes in seconds, then Simone picked Flynn up and carried him to the bed, putting him down gently and then lying beside him.
"Kind of a role reversal there." He said.
She shrugged. "Vampires are very strong, but we appreciate gentleness."
He kissed her lips lightly, then kissed down her neck and began kissing her taut nipples, flicking them with his tongue, moving from one to another, then sucking one boob into his mouth as far as he could while squeezing the other. Then he began kissing down her stomach. He'd hardly reached her navel when she pulled him gently up.
"I appreciate gentleness, but right now I need you inside of me."
He ran his hand up her thigh and found she was already wet. "Inside it is." He rolled over on top of her and entered her at once. "You are ready."
"Very ready, Flynn. More ready than I've been in years."
He entered her easily and began a steady rhythm. Simone put her arms around him and locked her legs behind his back as she pushed up to meet him. Perhaps it was because he had just come so close to losing her, but he felt he wasn't going to last long. "Simone, I'm not going to be able…" Before he could complete the sentence, her arms and legs tightened around him like steel boa constrictors and she moaned his name. "So good, Flynn. The best. You're the best." And then she relaxed. Seconds later her climaxed and gently kissed her as he rolled off of her.
"You make me the best." He whispered.
Flynn's connections with the Library got him a chartered jet to New York and a car to meet them right by the plane when they go there. Simone made it to the car all by herself and Flynn headed for the Library.
He wasn't too surprised to see Charlene, who handled administrative functions for the Library, working at her desk, even though it was several hours before dawn. "Flynn, is there some reason you can't take a commercial flight from New Orleans?" She asked.
"I had to take Simone with me and she has….special needs."
"Simone?" Charlene asked, looking at the woman with Flynn for the first time.
"My girlfriend and the love of my life." He put his arm around her and pulled her to him.
"Special needs? Do you have any idea…."
"She's a vampire."
Charlene shook her head. "Flynn, really a…."
Simone smiled, showing her fangs. "Really, a vampire. I need to avoid sunlight, although I'm not sure how it would affect me now. The Judas Chalice, you know."
"Flynn, you can't bring….Wait! You found the Judas Chalice? And why…"
Flynn interrupted. "I need to go see Judson. Do you know if he knows much about vampires?"
He took Simone's arm and began walking away. Charlene gets up from her desk and begins following them into the Library itself.
"Where is Judson?" He called over his shoulder to Charlene.
"He said he'd be in the Biblical Section." Charlene said worriedly. "He's been expecting something."
"He'll get two somethings today."
Simone whispered in his ear. "You're the only one who gets my two somethings."
Flynn laughed and kissed her as they walked.
At the Ancient Roman Section they turned at the chariot Gaius Julius Caesar used in his Gallic triumph and cut through the Conquistadores area, examining a few relics from La Noche Triste as they passed.
"You'd look great in a gold tiara."
Simone frowned. "With my pale skin? I think not."
Suddenly, they came face to face with Judson, the head Librarian. "Flynn, what's this I hear about you taking up with a vampire?"
Simone curtsied to him. "I'm so glad to meet you, Mr. Judson. I've heard so many good things about you. And, yes, I am a vampire." She smiled, showing her fangs. "Please don't blame Flynn for this."
Flynn stepped forward. "Perhaps I should explain."
Flynn explained what had happened to him in New Orleans and why he needed the resources of the Library to find out what kind of changes the Judas Chalice had made in Simone and especially if any were dangerous.
Judson nodded. "There have been friendly vampires before." He grinned. "I remember in Rome once…" He stopped. "Perhaps I shouldn't tell that story. Anyway, you should find what you want in the J's for Judas." He stopped and thought. "Or under the C's for chalice. Perhaps V for vampire. Then again…"
Flynn cut him off. "We'll just start looking now."
They decided to start with the letter J and walked to that section of the Library. Flynn pulled out some likely looking volumes and they began reading.
After a while, Simone spoke. "Flynn! Here. This is a manuscript written by a monk in Italy in 1144 CE, copied from a third century manuscript. It talks about what the chalice was made of….Thirty pieces of silver….Where it was made….Who made it and….Yes! Here. "The Chalice is said to have many strange and magical powers, including…." She had reached the end of the page, which she quickly turned. "What? The next page is blank. The page after that….Is from another manuscript!"
They searched the whole volume, but found nothing that related to the Judas Chalice.
"Another volume?" Flynn asked, but when he looked at Simone, he saw her eyelids drooping. "Simone, are you okay?"
"Hmm?" She said sleepily.
He checked his watch. "The sun has been up for more than two hours. We should get you to bed."
She giggled. "Is that all you think about?"'
"There's a bed just a little way from here in the French Revolution section." Flynn picked her up and carried her to the bed.
"Oooh! I know this one. It belonged to Queen Marie Antoinette of France."
"Have you been in her bed before?"
"No, silly. I like boys, not girls. I like one boy a lot, you know. He's…." Simone's eyelids closed.
He put her on the bed and lay down with her, wrapping his arms around her.
Simone woke up shortly after sunset and went looking for Flynn, finding him in the C's. "Looking under chalice?"
He nodded. "And found nothing." He got up, walked over and put his arms around her. "How come you stayed awake past your bedtime? Are you okay?"
She looked down at herself. "I feel okay, but perhaps you should feel me to make sure?" She teased.
He stroked her face. "I'm serious. I don't want anything to happen to you. Do you think it was because being inside The Library you couldn't tell if it was light out? Or maybe it was The Library itself? It can have an effect on people."
She shrugged. "I have no idea. Normally, I would…rest as soon as it was light, no matter where I was. " Then she slapped him lightly on the chest. "Why didn't you stay in bed with me? Don't you love me?" She pouted.
"Of course I do. I'm just having trouble sleeping in the daytime and being awake at night."
She smiled. "Flynn, will you take me out for dinner?"
"Where are we going to find blood?"
"No, silly. Food. I can eat a bit of very rare meat now and again. Please?"
Flynn managed to find a nice restaurant where they could get a reservation at once. Simone ordered a very rare filet mignon that came with potatoes and green peas. "I don't eat my veggies, but I still do all right."
Surprisingly, Simone ate the whole steak and then finished off her vegetables and then asked for dessert.
"Flynn, something is wrong with me. I don't eat like that." She looked around her. "Flynn, I'm frightened."
"Show me your fangs." When she did so, he felt better. "You're still a vampire but the chalice has changed you. Do you want to go back to my place or back to The Library?"
"I want to see your place. You do want me to live there with you, don't you?"
Simone was not impressed with Flynn's place. The first thing she saw was a pile of dirty dishes on the kitchen counter. That was because the sink was already full of dirty dishes. "You've been eating take out for some time?" She said, pointing to a stack of boxes and bags competing for space on the counter.
Flynn smiled. "I've been meaning to wash those as soon as I could remember to get some dishwashing detergent."
Simone rummaged around under the sink. You have two containers here." Simone began cleaning off the dishes and loading the dishwasher.
"You're a lot more domestic than I'd expect a vampire to be."
"Based on your vast experience with us?"
Flynn tried to help Simone, but she chased him away. In no time, she had the kitchen cleaned up. She smiled at Flynn. "Now the bedroom."
"You don't have to clean that."
"Who said anything about cleaning it, silly?"
Simone did have to shove some dirty clothing into a corner, then undressed and hung her clothes up neatly. She took Flynn's hand and led him to the bed. On finding the mattress to be lumpy, she opted for the female astride position, then snuggled up against him. Flynn soon went to sleep, but Simone who slept days, had other things to do.
The next day, Flynn worked in the Library while Simone napped in Marie Antoinette's bed. She woke up several times to help him, and once to make love. When they were done for the day, she had a surprise for Flynn.
"A surprise? What is it?"
"I can't tell you. It's a surprise." They got a cab and headed towards Central Park. The cab stopped in front of a brownstone that fronted the park.
"Do you know someone who lives here?" Flynn asked, hoping Simone didn't have an old boyfriend living here.
"Indeed I do. A wonderful man named Flynn Carsen lives here with his beautiful girlfriend, Simone Renoir."
Before Flynn could reply, she ran up the steps and into the house. He followed, finding her standing in the entry hall, looking at the living room.
"Simone, honey, I can't possibly afford to live here. I couldn't afford a tenth of this."
She pouted. "I bought it last night online. Well, actually, we're renting until escrow closes." She took his hand and led him through the house. "I've rented furniture and I've arranged to have my things sent here from Nawlins, and I even found a nice blood supplier. He thinks I'm doing research."
He slid his arm around her waist. "Simone, I can't let you spend this kind of money on me."
"What kind of money?" She said, looking puzzled.
Flynn gestured around them. "This must cost millions…"
She shrugged. "It's a bit over seven million, but three bedrooms and three and a half baths, and nearly three thousand square feet…."She stopped and looked at him. "Don't you like it?"
"Seven million?" Flynn gasped. "How are we ever going to pay for this?"
She out her arms around him and hugged him. "I'm rather good with money, you know. And I have been at this for nearly four hundred years." She kissed him. "I just want us to be comfortable and have a nice place."
"You're a millionaire?" He asked, not quite believing her.
She giggled. "A billionaire." She suddenly pouted. "Oh, you don't love me for my money do you?" Then laughed.
"No, I love you for your body….And your mind and your soul. I just love you."
"Good, since I love you, too. Now, let me show you the bedroom."
As Flynn and Simone kept working in the Library, with no success, he noticed some slight differences in her. She ate one or two meals a week, although they were all small meals, and she sometimes napped for an hour or at night and was awake for an equal amount of time in the day. Simone worried for a while, but as things didn't change more, she forgot about it.
Flynn, dressed in a tuxedo, was waiting for Simone to finish getting dressed. He had learned that even after four hundred years, Simone took a long time to get dressed. "But it's worth every minute of the wait." He said to himself.
She walked out of their bathroom in a stunning black dress that accentuated her pale complexion. Her only jewelry was a blood red ruby pendant that the pirate Lafitte had given her. "I'm ready." She announced. "And thank you so much for taking me to the opera. Having been an opera singer when I was…"She stopped. "I love opera."
"More than happy, Simone. Although I don't go to the opera much."
"How often?" She asked smiling.
"This is my second time. But I had a real good time my first time."
"When was that?"
"I was sixteen. My mother took me, but there was this really cute girl sitting next to me…"
Simone frowned. "You hate opera and you only want to go to pick up other women"
"Simone, no. I don't hate opera because I don't know anything about it. And as for other women, I won't know there's another woman there." Flynn would have cause to remember that statement.
She was smiling again. "I'll tell you all about it. I'll whisper in your ear. Of course, we'll have to sit very close."
"Very close indeed."
Flynn was convinced that he was with the most beautiful woman in the whole of New York as they sipped champagne in the lobby of the opera house. Suddenly, Simone stiffened, then leaned into whisper in his ear. "We have to go inside."
"Why?"
"There's a woman over there who looks exactly like me."
Flynn slowly turned. The woman had chestnut hair rather than Simone's brown hair and it was longer, but her face and her body were the same as Simone's. He took Simone's arm. "Let's hope they aren't sitting beside us."
"Should we just leave?" She whispered.
"We'd have to walk right by them. Try to keep your head down when we get to our seats."