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Clan War 10th Anniversary: Call to Arms (Part 2)

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Title: Clan War 10th Anniversary Edition: Call to Arms (Part 2)

Author: Bj Jones

Creative Consultant: Timothy Quinn

Artist: Taibhrigh

Author’s Note: So this is about 4 times the size of the original … maybe 6.  There’s more history of the bad guys, an added new one, and Speed’s internal monologue through his capture is epic snark.  You will also get more history of Tony’s time in Damascas and his Turning.  The backstory to Nico’s Turning.

There is a lot of history for Nico, Tony and Speed.

Also a quick note: You’re also being introduced to story threads that will be very very important in later stories.

*evil cackles*

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Clan War 10th Anniversary: Call to Arms (Part 1)

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Title: Clan War 10th Anniversary Edition: Call to Arms (Part 1)

Author: Bj Jones

Creative Consultant: Timothy Quinn

Artist: Taibhrigh

Author’s Note: So this is about 4 times the size of the original … maybe 6.  There’s more history of the bad guys, with an added new one.  Speed’s internal monologue through his capture is epic snark.  You will also get more history of Tony’s time in Damascus and his Turning.  Along with the backstory to Nico’s Turning.

There has a lot of history for Nico, Tony and Speed.

Also a quick note: You’re also being introduced to story threads that will be very very important in later stories.

*evil cackles*

 

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New Fic from Bj Jones (Non-Sylum Related)

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Introducing a New Page:  The General’s Office

Recently I was inspired to write something that wasn’t Sylum related. Shocking yes I know.  Speed of course fed the bunny, poked and prodded until the story was actually written.  Truthfully it’s been nice to step away from the Vampires for a while – especially when I realized it’s been over 4 Years since I wrote anything that wasn’t Sylum related!

The simple story turned into a series.

Wait.

Wait.

Yes it would seem that I can’t write anything simple.

Which left me with a dilemma.

Where the hell do I post it?

Livejournal: Okay so I haven’t used it in a while. I dusted it off, opened it up and wandered around the empty halls. This could work. Then quickly remembered what it was like to post anything over a certain size.  *eyeroll* and moving on…

Tumblr: Yeah no. No really. No.

A03: Hell fucking no. Why many of you would ask? Cause I despise their attitude, their politics, and the entitlement of some of the people on it.

So in the end it came down to well… I do have this blog.

And The General’s Office was born.

Basically anything new being written, for example this new series called Dragons of Interest … will be posted there.   And what do you know the first chapter is already posted!!  So step on over to the General’s Office, grab some Sencha Tea, sit and enjoy a new story from Bj Jones … while waiting for Nico to shut the hell up!

Spring Fling 2016: Day 5 – March 31st

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Title: Big Spender

Vid Maker: Bj Jones

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*Must have password to website to view video!

Sylum Advent 2015: December 30th

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Title: Protector of Rome

Author: Bj Jones

Sylum Timeline: Way way way in the future

Note: Download Sylum Anniversary Vol 2 – hit Assassins Creed Trailer … and read.

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He moved with ease.

For he had walked these steps a hundred thousand times before.

The crowd parted.

First the media.

Then the people.

Finally the Cardinals.

The mass of red swept itself aside as he continued his journey to the steps of the Basilica.

He stopped a few feet past the Pillars of the Church, his focus on the Pope who stood before him.

Alexander VII.

Rodrigo Borgia.

Returned once more.

He had worked his way through the ranks of the Clergy, all the way to Cardinal. Bribed, threatened, and manipulated the College to win election at Conclave. Within six weeks of his taking office, his corruptions spread through the Church.

Indulgences sold for a price.

Mercy given for a favor.

He claimed that the plague of Vampires on this world was due to the sins of the Church.   Declared divorce once again unforgiveable, homosexuals were to be banned, children of unwed mothers not to be baptized. Forgiveness was not a blessing, but could only be earned.

The hungry grew hungrier.

The outcast became more disgraced.

The sick became sicker.

Alexander VII lived in luxury, wearing fine silks and gold crowns. His favorite Cardinals got cushy jobs, and extravagant homes, while those who opposed him were exiled and destroyed.

“Who do you think you are?” The Pope stared down at the Man in White.

“I was given the task of protecting St. Peters Church from those outside who would bring Her harm.” He paused, head raised as he looked brazenly at the Pope. “Or from those who choose to corrupt Her from within.”

“Giovanni Auditore!”

He smirked wickedly. “I will not have you corrupt the Vatican any further with your greed. You have no place in His Church, Rodrigo. You did not before. You do not now.”

“And you have no power here!” he growled snapping his fingers.

Vatican Police and Swiss Guards moved between their Pope and the well-perceived threat.

With a flare of the dramatic, the Assassin threw his hood back, revealing a familiar face to them. “My name is Ernesto Olivetti, Inspector General of Vatican Security. You know who I am. I command you men to put down your weapons, for this is not a Holy Man who was divinely Chosen, but a man who has sought power and greed for his own earthly desires.”

The Square went quiet.

The first to bow their heads in respect and walk away were his Vatican Police. For the story was legendary within their ranks, that on the day after Pius XVII had been buried, Inspector Olivetti’s office, along with his rooms in the Apostolic Palace, had been Sealed. The only thing he left behind, were his badge and gun, which were now located in the Vatican Archives.

It had been rumored that when the Church most needed Her protector, he would return.

Many had laughed at those who still believed.

But they held onto the hope that one day it would prove true.

That the Inspector would once again take charge of the Vatican, and prepare it for the safe return of Pope Patrick.

The Swiss Guard hesitated, but the steel of determination in the Inspector’s eyes, made them take a united step backward. They knew of the myths and legends just as much as the Vatican Police. Their histories had been intertwined for generations. It had only been until recently, with Alexander VII, that the two forces were once again separated.

The few men who continued to move forward, were easily disarmed and tossed aside.

None were killed. Only their pride was wounded.

“You think I would rely on loyal guards?” Rodrigo snapped his fingers, and out from the main doors behind him spilled mercenaries, armed with military grade weapons, and all wearing body armor. “Kill him!”

From the sea of Cardinals came the ‘Brotherhood’.

Ezio took his place at his father’s right.

Altaïr on Ernesto’s left.

Nikolai slid next to Altaïr, his rifle resting on his shoulder.

Javert stood quietly next to Ezio, sword in hand.

Aveline took point next to the Frenchman, while Shau Jun closed the flank next to the Russian.

Ernesto smiled.

Behind them, two men – one who had carried the name of Pius XVII and the other a Monseigneur – bowed their heads in prayer.

 

Sylum Advent 2015: December 28th

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Title: The Past, Present, and Future

Author: Bj Jones

Note: This is a rework of the Doc/Marty story.  The timeline got screwed up (irony yes I know) and the old stories were pulled and a new one is being reworked.  The goal had been to have this posted for Advent but RL got in the way – so instead you get a sneak peak!

Sylum Timeline: Summer 1985

Note can find full story in Sylum Archive

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“You want me to do what?” Jimmy asked as he stood in front of his Clan Leaders desk.

Everyone in the Clan always knew if you get called into Nico’s main office in his section of the Manor, it was serious. When they had added the wings built in the early 1900’s, the Clan Leader had his private office and study built, as a counter to Timothy’s Library and Tony’s Art Gallery. Artemus had taken over the Manor Office, which for decades the two had shared, and always grumbled about Nico borrowing it for Manor or New Orleans related meetings. Warrick was taking bets when more renovations would be done to separate the large office downstairs into two.

“Doc Brown is bringing his future Mate to the Manor. He wants to get him away from the family for a while.” Nick leaned back in his chair, studying the Hunter. “The kid knows nothing of Vampires. He thinks he’s just going to a ‘summer camp’.”

“So I have to babysit while Emmett does what?” He fiddled with his black hat, not quite sure to feel about this assignment. “What about Gerard?”

“He ranted, screamed, tried to threaten me, remembered I was his Clan Leader, then ranted some more.” Both Jimmy and him couldn’t help the smirk. “It’s not the weirdest thing I’ve asked of you.”

“No.” Hickok had to admit. “But I’m not good with kids.”

“He’s seventeen.”

One of Jimmy’s eyebrows went up, before he settled into one of the chairs and waved his hand to explain.

“Emmett’s been working on something, what I’m not sure.” Which really hadn’t sat well with Nico in the first place. Especially when he discovered the moron had sold most of his family lands and heritage to fund the secret project. “He met Marty McFly while he was teaching summer school, right before he entered high school.”

“I’m sure Doc took that well.”

“Ran out of the classroom flailing and screaming, leaving a trail of papers behind him.” Nick smirked. He had gotten the story from a few of the Chosen Ones in the area who had seen it. “Marty later hunted Doc down asked, if he had done something to upset him.   Emmett instantly melted and been taking care of the kid since.”

“And going batshit, well more than the normal?”

“He turns eighteen in October, but still in high school. He’ll be a senior this September.” The Clan Leader sighed, when he had finally got out of Emmett what the hell was going on, he was ready to strangle the scientist himself. “He was held back in elementary school, so he’s a year older than most of his class.”

“What does Doc want to accomplish while he’s here? He wants us to tell him?” The Hunter wasn’t sure what they were supposed to be doing.

“I think he wants to see if Marty could handle the concept of Vampires. More importantly I think he wants the kid to have fun. From what I understand, the Marty’s home life isn’t horrible but it’s also not nice.” Nick leaned back in his chair. “Just look out after him.”

Jimmy nodded as he stood, slipping on his standard black flattop hat. “When do they arrive?”

“In an hour.”

“Seriously!” Jimmy channeled his Sire, glaring at Nicolaus. He shook his head, before heading for the door.

“Thanks, Jimmy.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” The Hunter called out over his shoulder. “He may run tail the moment he meets any of us and head back to California.”

Nico chuckled. He really had no idea what Doc was thinking or what he really wanted. Emmett brown, had been practically dropped on their doorstep by his Sire, Leonardo. The two though could talk for hours, drove each other insane within days.

Emmett had stayed close to the Clan for a couple of decades, then decided to head back to Hill Valley, to settle back into his family home. He popped up for holidays, and made sure to write Nico a letter at least twice a year to keep him updated, but mostly Doc kept to himself.

When his letters became more frequent, and started talking about Marty McFly, Nick had sent Artemus and Jim out to check on him. It was how he discovered the family fortune had disappeared along with the Craftsman House. Artemus had ranted for days, then with a push from Nick, started checking to get at least the heirlooms. He also had a habit of dropping cash into Doc’s accounts.

But neither of them could find out what he was working on.

Nico knew something was wrong, when Thomas handed him the phone stating it was Doc. The scientist had rambled for a few moments, then dropped the bombshell about bring Marty out to New Orleans. That he told the kid, that it was a summer camp for city kids to see a working plantation. Nick’s head had hit the wall hard enough that it left a mark.

Doc then mentioned that they were at the airport and their flight left in a few hours. Nico hung up on him and started working out a plan. Lucky Jimmy and Noah had been in New Orleans dealing with a case, he kidnapped Jimmy to handle the kid, while he dealt with Doc.

He about cried with joy when Rossi walked into the Manor. He was about to call him, get him back to New Orleans to deal with Doc and his still illegal Mate. The doctor had been in his home in Virginia, where he escaped to when couldn’t deal with the crazy that was Sylum Clan.

After a quick briefing of what was going on Rossi, went to his rooms and office in the Underground to prep. Nico settled himself on the porch with Jimmy on his right, waiting for Doc to show up with Marty.

Van Helsing went to the airport to pick them up, no one trusted Doc to make it to the Manor. He would likely end up on a tangent, taking Marty all over Louisiana and Mississippi before getting lost in Alabama or Texas.

It wouldn’t have been the first time.

The Hunter’s eyes were drawn to the kid instantly.

He watched as Marty took in his surroundings, eyes wide in astonishment. Quickly taking notice of the patched jeans, t-shirt one size too big, and worn shoes. He had a feeling he was wearing mostly hand me downs and the older brother was likely bigger. The skateboard though explained the shoes.

“This is great Doc!” Marty’s voice was filled with awe. “It’s a real plantation.”

“It’s been modified over the years, hence its lack of Historical Registration and a few threatening letters from purists in the area.”

“Doc.” Marty’s pointed at the front of Sylum Manor, with its Greek columns, wrap around porch and rocking chairs. “It’s a plantation house. You’re only missing Colonel Sanders.”

“He’s out back with the chickens.” Jimmy commented before he even realized he opened his mouth.

Nick glanced sideways at him, but the grin indicated he wasn’t upset.

Marty laughed, making his way up the stairs. He held his hand out to Nick first a big smile on his face. “I’m Martin McFly, but everyone calls me Marty.”

“Welcome to Sylum Manor.” Nick took his hand, surprised at the firm handshake. “This is Thomas.” He motioned behind him as the English Butler stepped onto the porch. “He’ll show you to your room.”

“Let me take your bags, Master McFly.” Thomas reached down and grabbed the small suitcase, looking around to make sure there wasn’t anything else.

“Wow a real honest to God English Butler!” His eyes went wide, then promptly blushed. “I’m sorry.”

“No problems, Master McFly, I’m fairly used to it.” Thomas gave him a genuine smile. “Is this your only bag?”

“Is it too much?” Marty’s smile faded slightly. “Doc told me to pack what I had or needed.”

“No troubles, Mr. McFly.” Thomas gestured towards the open doors. “Head inside and up the stairs, you’ll be staying in the Roman Section. The Manor will provide you with everything that you need.”

“I don’t really need anything.” He walked into the parlor stopping to gape at the Grand Staircase. “It’s like out of Gone with the Wind.”

Nico bit back the chuckle at his Butler’s slight shiver.

“I’m afraid to touch anything. It’s all so old.”

Jimmy snorted, biting his lip from letting out the laughter.

Thomas sighed softly. “The Master’s children have done more damage than you could ever do.” And with that he led him up the stairs into Nick’s wing of the Manor.

The two watched as the kid almost trip on the stairs, to busy gaping at everything. When they disappeared past the first set of Roman Doors, Jimmy turned on Doc. “One suitcase.  He’s here for six weeks.”

Startled slightly at his Hunter’s outburst, Nico glanced over at the cowboy, but decided to stay out of the conversation.

For now.

“He showed up at my place with a backpack.” Doc gave a frustrated sigh, he’d been tempted to just buy him a new wardrobe. But knew Marty wouldn’t accept it, and didn’t want to bring undo attention to their friendship. “I sent him home to pack more stuff. He had to borrow a friend’s suitcase, and I’m sure raided his brother’s closet.”

“All rooms are furnished for guests.” Nick looked between the two, settling his focus on Emmett. “Thomas will make sure any and all of Marty’s needs are met.”

“First by feeding him,” Jimmy muttered. “He’s too thin for an eighteen year old boy. I thought you said his family wasn’t abusive.”

“They’re not.” Emmett walked up the stairs, heading for the house. “But they aren’t…” He paused trying to find the words. “Don’t get me wrong they love him, and he loves them. But his dad is a bit of a weed and mom hides in a bottle. The siblings have their own lives, and they are always tormented by their dad’s high school bully, Biff Tannen. How Marty is sane at all is a mystery.”

“I’m sure it has something to do with your influence.” Nick patted him on the shoulder. “You have one of the guestrooms in the Underground. Get unpacked, shower and change. Lunch will be served in an hour.”

Doc nodded absentmindedly as he headed for the hidden entrance on the left hand side of the staircase.   As the door closed behind him, Nicolaus looked at his Hunter. “What was that?”

“What was what?”

“That!” He pointed up the stairs to his wing. “You were ready to take Doc out.”

“I was not.” Jimmy ran a hand through his hair, then sighed. He could tell by Nico’s expression he wasn’t getting away with not saying anything. “The kid reminds me of me. I ran away at fifteen. Skinny, all arms and legs, scared out of my mind. I was on the street until Enright picked me up, when I finally got away from him and ended up with Teaspoon, my confidence was shattered. He has that same look.”

Nick’s expression softened, it wasn’t often the gunfighter talked about his life before the Pony Express. “What do you plan on doing?”

“Teaspoon gave me hope. Timothy gave me a second chance.” He looked up the stairs, ears straining only slightly to hear the kid stammering over the room and that it was way too much. “I want to give him both.”

Sylum Advent 2015: December 26th

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The next week of Advent will be something different.

These will all be snippets/teasers of major stories that are in the works.

Yes, we’re evil teases – why do you ask?


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Title: The Writer and The Detective

Author: Bj Jones

Sylum Timeline: 2010

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Kate Beckett hated this part of her job. She dreaded having to tell the family that their loved one was dead. With a deep breath, with a last glance to her partners Esposito and Ryan, they stepped out of the elevator, down the hallway and into the party.

It was Richard Castle’s last Derrick Storm Book release party.

She loved his books from the moment she bought the first story on a whim. They helped her through a rough time, and soon after became a guilty pleasure. As a cop she found Derrick Storm somewhat believable, as if the writer knew just enough, or someone gave him insider information.

Considering the who’s who at the release party she wouldn’t be surprised at where Castle got his information. She spotted the Mayor, Chief of Police and could’ve sworn a Senator.

Kate always wanted to meet him, but never had the guts to go to a reading or book signing. She had no idea what to say. ‘I love your work’ even she rolled her at the thought.

It pained her that she was going to meet her favorite writer by telling him, his brother had been murdered.

Alexander Rogers, two years older that Richard Castle, found murdered at his office.

Mr. Rogers was an architect and one of the most famous ones in New York. His company was experts at restoring older buildings, and creating new ones to blend into all neighborhoods. He didn’t have the same flair has his brother, but he had always joked that Castle took after their mother, Martha, a diva from Broadway.

His wife died in a car accident fourteen years prior leaving Alexander to raise his daughter Alexis by himself with help from Martha. From what Kate could tell Castle adored his family especially his niece by how much he talked about them throughout the years in interviews.

There was little information on Richard Castle.

It was actually shocking, considering that when he was in New York, he was at the grandest parties, hottest clubs, and a beautiful woman on his arm, there was little about his personal life. Just that during college, he decided to drop out and write a book, much to his mother and brother’s dismay.

Even more shocking it was a hit, after it had been rejected 21 times.

Rumors stated he had a cottage somewhere in Alaska where he liked to write, but no one had ever seen it or gotten pictures.

Kate flashed her badge at the hostess informing her, that they needed to talk to Mr. Castle. The hostess nodded, walking them over to the writer and his family.

Rick turned and smiled. “Alicia has Alex decided to show up yet? Or do I need to send Mother to drag him from his office?”

Kate’s heart dropped. “Mr. Castle.”

The writer’s smile faltered, but held. “And what brings such a beautiful woman as yourself to my party.”

She couldn’t help the eye roll, and ignored the snort from her two detectives. She flashed her badge. “I’m Detective Kate Beckett with 12th Precinct.”

His eyes had moved to Esposito, then over to Ryan and back to her. “How can I help New York’s finest?”

“Richard?” Martha stepped up to her son, Alexis moving closer sensing something was wrong.

“I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news.”

“Alexander?” Martha asked, shaking her head. “Is he all right?”

Richard Castle closed his eyes, feeling his heart break. He knew that look, written it more times than he could count. “How?”

“I’m sorry to inform you that Alexander Rogers was found murdered in his office.” She paused then looked directly at Richard. “What makes this more painful, it was done as a copycat of one of your murder scenes in Flowers For Your Grave.”

Castle turned and pulled Alexis into his arms, while holding Martha close. His eyes looked across the room to see Simon standing by the bar, along with Wade and Evans. With a shake of his head, his Mate and the two Hunters stayed where they were.

“Martha.” He whispered into her ear, before kissing the top of her head. “Take Alexis home, with Simon.”

The older woman wiped her tears, looked up to see Simon standing by the bar, his eyes soft and gentle. “Will you…”

“I’ll take care of everything.” He pulled Alexis closer to him, rocking the young teenager gently.

“Don’t leave.”

“I have to find out what’s going on, but I promise I’ll be home soon.” Richard gave her a tight smile. “I promise you, I won’t leave you.”

It was then Simon stepped up to the small family. “I’ll take them home.” He gave Mal a nod, and led the two grieving woman away.

Richard took a deep breath, eyes flashed with anger at the person who dared touch his Chosen One. He gave a second nod towards his Lead Hunter, he knew they would follow and await instructions. There were times he hated Nico for handing over Ben Wade. Having a Meridius in the Clan was one thing, having one that had an edge to him was another. But right now, right now he was going to use the skill sets Ben Wade was good for.

Castle turned around, looked at the Detective. In the time of crisis and pain, his sister had finally returned to him. He would find who killed Alexander, have them destroyed, and then get to know Kate Beckett. “Detective, lead the way.”

Sylum Advent 2015: December 18th

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Title: The Braid

Author: Bj Jones

Summary: His Padawan was being Knighted.

Notes: In honor of the release of the new Star Wars movie – we’re releasing another segment of Star Wars in the Sylum Universe.  Reminder – as in typical of all Sylum things, most of this won’t follow known Star Wars Canon.

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Sylum Advent 2015: December 13th

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Title: Blue Jeans
Author: Bj Jones
Summary: Stark had sent clothes over, not wanting his future employee looking like he stepped out of The Goodwill or worse the Gap.  Sam sent him a thank you note for those jeans.
Author’s Note: If you’ve downloaded the Sylum 10th Anniversary Soundtrack that was released in Spring Fling – scroll to Blue Jeans – hit play.
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