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Ernesto Olivetti Week: Wrap Up

Ernesto Olivetti Week has comes to a close!

*collapse onto couch*

Please no one mention the name Ernesto for a while ….

This became bigger than we anticipated, but have to say it turned out extremely well.

Thank you to Timothy Quinn for all the hard work dealing with this Italian Bastard.

Thank you to taibhrigh for the updated images for the wiki.

Interesting facts and numbers:

20 posts … 13 more than we anticipated.

11 pieces of Jewelry (don’t forget to stop by and get your Ernesto Inspired Jewelry and Free Gift before time runs out!  We’ll keep ‘Ernesto Olivetti Collection for another week – On June 13th it will be gone!)

3 Sylum Aesthetics

6 Past Live Posts

1 New Fanmix

3.5 Hour Interview


100 New Pages to Roads Untravelled

I admit this was a fun and creative endeavor, and likely we’ll do something similar in the future.  As a matter of fact we’re already planning ‘Pirate Day’.

Though at the moment I’m recuperating with a bottle of wine on my couch!  So if you don’t see the normal amount of posts next week blame Ernesto.

I hope everyone has enjoyed Ernesto Olivetti Week.  Let us know what your thoughts, feelings, OMG WTF!! on this post … and please let us also know where you are in the world – we’re kinda curious to see how far spread Ernesto’s influence has gone.








Sylum Fic: Roads Untravelled by Bj Jones

The moment y’all have been waiting for.

The new and improved Roads Untravelled.

We started working on this particular story, mainly because of the changes made with Sam Winchester who is now Theo, and the introduction of John Rhys as Meridia.

As Meridia played an important part in Roads it needed to be updated.

Once we got into it … the bobs got involved.

This story has an additional 100 pgs, than the original – a total of 580 pgs.

 Yes, you read that right 580 pgs.

Read it.

Read it again.

Read it a 3rd time.

There is a lot of new information that will be vital for upcoming storyline.

The new story has been uploaded to the Archive … did I mention the 580 pgs?

It was a bit large to put on the blog.

*hands out coffee & tea, treats & snacks*

With no further ado … if you even waited this long before clicking!

Roads Untravelled by Bj Jones

Warning: Possible moments that could lead to dropping tablets, phones and laptops …


Sylum Aesthetic: Ernesto Olivetti

Sylum Aesthetics: Ernesto Olivetti

Ernesto sighed, “His Holiness is behind me, isn’t he?”

They all nodded.

“You are so fired.” He turned around and smiled gracious at Pope Pius XVII. “Good morning, Your Holiness.”

“Ernesto, have we not talked about threatening the troops?” His reprimand apparently came with a small grin.

“Well they are all in trouble now for not warning me.” Olivetti sipped his coffee nonchalantly. “And I’m buying you a bell for Christmas and adding it to your collar. The sneaky thing is freaking me out.”

“I wanted to come down and see how you were doing before the start of Advent.” He raised his hand and blessed the Guards as he made his way further into the Security Area.

“I’m good,” Ernesto assured him with complete honesty.

Pius smiled softly. “Praise God!” That was when the pastries caught his attention. “Is that paczek by any chance?”





“Who are you?” Nicolaus asked, immensely grateful that Kiernan was in the room with them.

“I was once, Defensor.”

The Monseigneur would not be in the least bit dissuaded from his goal, and framed by the doorway, stood his ground. “You were the first?”

“Yes. I died here. Since then, there have been the others whom you know, and two more whom you do not.”



Interview: Ernesto Olivetti (Head of Vatican Security)


Ernesto hung up his office phone, and stared at it for a few moments. He usually wasn’t summoned to the Papal Office, unless the sneaky bastard was up to something.

If Pius wanted to talk to him, he usually raided the Vatican Security Offices.

If there was a problem with his Holiness, the guards would alert him.

So for him to get an actually phone call, requesting him come up to see the Pope, was suspicious at best.

He tucked his gun into his back holster, made sure the knife was secured in his boot, and grabbed the secondary knife, inserting it in the sleeve under his coat. He couldn’t wear his hidden blade in his normal suits, so he had a leather sleeve designed to fit against his inner arm.

Stalking out of his office, he took note that the other officers were working normally, no one was giving him any side looks or trying to act casual. Suspicion deepened as he made his way up the flights of stairs, then towards the Papal Office.

He gave the two Swiss Guards a nod, and entered.

He was half way to his Holiness desk when he saw the second guest. One he knew, as he was part of his own Clan, a recent addition that had come from the now infamous ‘Colosseum Incident’.

Eyes narrowed.

“Ernesto!” Pius stood giving him a bright smile.

Suspicion grew.

“Come sit down.” He gestured towards the seat across from the longhaired, reporter.

“What is it that you need of me?” He wasn’t surprised Giovanni’s formality kicked in. Ever since, he came to terms with how connected he was to his Past Lives, there were times they popped into his normal life.

“Sit…” Pius gestured again.

Ernesto just stared at him.

“I’m actually here to conduct an interview.” The guest smiled at him, trying to calm the Inspector. “Don’t worry it’s not for outside consumption, more for the Clans. Imenand figured that since the Clan Leaders were ignoring their Facebook accounts, and most Vampires want nothing to do with Social Media, that there should be some type of media to get information about fellow Vampires.”

He could get away with Assassinating Imenand – Ezio would do it for him. Hector would make a great Leader, after all he did defend Troy to his dying breath.

“And what does that have to do with me?” Ernesto asked in a tone that conveyed annoyance and agitation.

“Well there’s been a few small interviews of late. Jack Reacher, you may not have heard of him, he’s a newer Hunter up in Tallikut. Also Eowyn and Dean Winchester did short interviews.” The reporter gave him a smile, the one that Ernesto didn’t trust from any member of that particular family.

“This is for the Vampire Gazette?” He snarked as he turned around to head for the door, only to stop short when he saw Chartrand and Oliveira blocking it.  “I can take both of you.”

They pointed up.

Ernesto sighed, and looked to see his kid perched on one of the chandeliers. “Traitor.”

“Was he there the whole time?” Pius stared up at the young man, with wide eyes.

“I’m not getting out of this am I?” Ernesto ran his hand over this face. “Where’s Kiernan?”

“If smart, hiding.” Chartrand muttered, only to shut his mouth when his boss glared at him.

“He’s doing some research for me.” Pius again motioned towards the seat.

“You distracted him, while I’m being interrogated.” Ernesto settled down in the chair, and faced the reporter. He rested his right leg on the opposite knee, letting his pants shift to show his knife holster.

One of the reporter’s eyebrows went up, but he just pulled out his recorder and notebook.

“No recording.”


“No.” Ernesto gave him a look. “I’ll do this interview only because His Holiness would annoy me until I do…”


He gave the Pope a look.

“Okay yes, yes I would.”

He focused back on the reporter. “You’re a reporter and a Vampire do this old school and write fast.”

The other man nodded, turning the recorder off and slipping it into his pocket. He didn’t even try to be sneaky he knew who he was dealing with. “I have a set of questions from variety of Clan Members…”

“Are you stating that people sent in questions?” Ernesto sighed, he had a feeling he was going to be caught between being horrified and perturbed.

“Yes.” He nodded, and pulled up a few sheets of paper, pulling a groan from his interviewee. “Let’s start with some of the easier ones.”

“Please, the quickest we can get this over with the sooner I can get back to doing my job.”

“Ernesto by nice.”

He glared at the Pope. “You said I had to be nice to the my guards, not reporters. Matter of fact I recall many times you had no problem me pushing a few into the rose bushes.”

“Well that was different.” Pius smiled at the reporter. “Do go on.”

“What is your favorite place in Rome?” He asked, smirking slightly.

“Kiernan’s Bed…”


Chartrand and Olivia snickered.

“I’m answering the questions honestly.” Ernesto chuckled slightly. “Keirnan’s rooms are quiet which lets me have some peace. In the city itself, I would say the Vatican, but I may be biases.”

“Let’s go for some of the safe ones.” The reporter chuckled, writing down the full exchange. “Favorite book? Movie? Song? Poet? Artist? ”

Ernesto sighed. “Book, The Count of Monte Cristo.” Which just made him snicker, his girl was sneaky and vengeful, he was very proud of that. “Least favorite is those crap books written by Langdon … all of them.”

Which got a snort from Chartrand.

“Movie, well I’m going to be that guy, I loved Star Wars, who didn’t want to be Han Solo. For song, I’ve always preferred the Opera, and I’m not a fan of poetry. Favorite Artist, Raphael, but don’t tell him.” He waved his hand at the reporter. “Is these the get to know you questions, to lead me into a false sense of security.”

“Of course.” He chuckled wickedly. “And for the next set. Favorite Food? Desert? Non-Coffee Drink? Non-Italian Food?”

He was about ready to open his mouth to say Keirnan was his favorite food and desert, when he felt the Pope’s glare, so he went with the non-porn answer. “There’s no such thing as non-Italian food, or a non-coffee drink. I like my momma’s lasagna, and one of my favorite treats is crema al cioccolato.”

“Any hobbies?”

“Besides chasing down the Pope and taking out idiots?”



“Speaking of if you could, would you drive a Formula One race car?” He was curious, since he had met Lealta’s racing team a few months back.

“I have, and it was the awesomest thing ever.” Ernesto grinned like a kid. “It was a birthday gift from his Holiness and my Mate. They introduced me to Dino and Hunt, who let me take the car around the track.”

“They tried to recruit him, stated he was a natural.” Pius added to the conversation, smiling at the memory of that day. How carefree and happy Ernesto had been, not worrying about threats, shadows, or assassins. For those few moments he got to be a kid.

“I would’ve been a good driver, I’m Italian it’s in my blood!” He teased the Pope.

“So if you didn’t become Vatican Police, you would’ve gone for Race Car Driver?” He chuckled at their antics.

“There was no other option to me than being Vatican Police.” Ernesto answered honestly. “I could not see myself doing anything else.”

“Is that what you wanted to be when you grew up?”

“Police officer, yes. After my father. I did my two years in the military, then joined the Vatican Police, it was a calling, much like the Swiss Guards.” He knew there was no life for him, but the Vatican. Ernesto didn’t want to think about, what would’ve happened That Night, if he hadn’t been here.

“This isn’t an easy job.” The reporter glanced behind the Inspector to see Chartrand and Oliveira the two he knew the Inspector trusted the most. All three were serious about their duty, and held the security of the Vatican in their hands. “And no one could really doubt your dedication and loyalty.”

“Oh they’ve tried.”

“Yes, there are times I’m embarrassed by my fellow journalist, looking to sell papers by sensationalism, and not for reporting the truth.” He sat back in his seat, taking his own calm breathes, trying to not remember his own issues. “Let’s move on. You’re very dedicated to the job, and it has been rumored that you’ve had to be dragged out kicking and screaming to take vacation time.”

The snort and laughter from behind him, had Ernesto turning in his chair and glaring at his subordinates. “It is not easy to take a vacation, there is a lot to oversea at the Vatican.”

“You recently were dragged kicking and screaming to Disneyland?” He held up the picture of Ernesto guarding Mickey Mouse. “Or where you being recruited?”

He rolled his eyes, that picture never goes away. It doesn’t help that Lucretia has it up in the clan photos, and even Leonardo and Robert have a copy on their mantel.   He had glared at his Mate, when he found a copy on his desk.

“I did enjoy my trip out to Disneyland, it was fun and relaxing.” He admitted, smiling softly. He enjoyed his time with Kiernan, it was nice not being the Inspector and Priest.

“Have you gone to any of the other parks? Or would you got back?” He set the photo on the Pope’s desk.

Ernesto watched as Pius took the image, and set it on the bookcase behind him. “You to?”

“It’s one of my favorites.” Pius smiled at him. “Plus it watches over my Pope Mobile.” He set the small toy next to the photo.

“What does your daughters think of the photo?”

He sighed. “Both of them have a copy, and my oldest teases me merciless.”

“Besides Disneyland, where else would you want to go? Maybe take Kiernan? Sail around the world. Or is there a favorite place you’ve already been? Least favorite spot?”

“Ireland.” He smiled softly, thinking about to the nights of the two of them. “Kiernan’s Irish so it’s nice to see him in his native culture, even more to see him in his kilt.” He waggled his eyebrows, making even the Pope snort. “I’ve been all over, traveling with the Pope, and I have to say I’m not found of Egypt or the desert.”  Ernesto paused, tilting his head slightly. “Sailing, is not really something that appeals to me.”

“Place you really want to visit?” He was curious know that the Pope has traveled the world, and usually Ernesto was with him.

“Australia, sounds interesting.”

“You mentioned Kiernan’s kilt, any other favorite outfit?”

Ernesto chuckled low. “I’m so going to confession for this one, his Cassock.”


“What?” He laughed lightly at the scandalous expression on His Holiness face. “He looks very nice in it.”

“It’s a kink.” The reporter pointed out, pretty sure he was going to end up in Confession and he wasn’t even Catholic.

“Just ask Nico.” Ernesto smiled brightly. “And that Pirate Mate of his.” He heard the small growl from the roof, he shifted just enough to get him in his eye line. “Hush boy, do not make me call your Mate.”

“Speaking of Mates.” The reporter moved quickly along, cutting off any argument that may start. “What is the one thing about your Mate that frustrates you?”

“It’s something between us, and we deal with it. I irritate him as much as he does me, at times.”

“From that, what’s the most romantic thing you’ve done for Kiernan?”

He bowed his head for a moment, a soft smile on his face. “Gave him complete control.”

Everyone in that room, knew what that meant for both Vampires.

The reporter coughed slightly. “Is there any friendships you have that Kiernan doesn’t like? Or the opposite ones he encourages.”

“Cougar.” His body shifted only slightly, and Pius swore he giggled. “I’m not allowed to be with him alone, and neither with Nico especially if he’s tired. Though he trusts me, it’s the them he has issues with.”

“And the ones he encourages?”

“The Pope, though he’s not sure who has the best or worst influence – Me on His Holiness or the other way around.”

Pius grinned as he reached out and patted Ernesto’s arm. “You have and will always be a blessing in my life.”

“As you are in mine.” He smiled in return. “I just wish you would stay out of trouble!”

“Well we all know about his sneakiness.” The reporter laughed at the Pope’s shocked expression. “So where has been the weirdest place you found him?”

“The cheese shop, five blocks from here.” He gave his friend a look. “The homeless shelters, the orphanages, hospitals, all these are normal, that one was odd.”

“I like cheese.”

“Chartrand could get you cheese.” Ernesto pointed out.

“But it’s only five blocks, and a nice walk, the doctor said I should get more exercise.” Pius argued.

“Not without at least two bodyguards.”

“I’m guessing that is the weirdest thing you’ve caught him doing?” The reporter glanced at the Pope.

“We don’t talk about that.”

The reporter looked between them, and then moved on. “Ever thought of locking him and Nick up in the same room…”

“Fuck No!” He ignored Pius’ gasp. “No, hell no, hells to the no. No just no. Did I mention no? They would partner up, sneak out together, and make my life a living hell. No. No. No.”

“I’ve heard you kid there has helped him sneak out a few times.”

Ernesto sent his boy a filthy glare. “Yeah, he learned not to do that.”

“We’re not getting that story are we?” The reporter asked, with a grin.

“No.” Came from the ceiling.

“So the question everyone wants to know.” He leaned forward slightly. “How many Vampires has Pius met?”

Ernesto sighed.

Pius beamed. “I recently had a nice conversation with a Captain Jack Sparrow. Mr. Lincoln also stopped by, we were able to talk for hours. Then there was the nice Inspector Javert and his Mate. I would really like to do a world tour, and visit all the Clans.”

Ernesto stared at him in horror not even wanting to think of that logistic nightmare. He caught the pale faces of his two subordinates, and knew they were thinking the same thing.

“What Clan would you like to visit?” He asked Ernesto.

“I admit… ” He pointed at Pius. “This isn’t permission for you to plan any trips. I would like to visit a few of them.”

“Is there any particular Vampire you want to meet the most? Or do I need to find Dilios’ book of Vampires for you to look through?”

“There’s a book?” Pius asked, giddy with the anticipation.

“You will now have to die.” Ernesto gave the reporter a glare.

“Who is this Dilios?” The Pope demanded.

“The one who knows the whos who of Vampires.” The reporter scooted back slightly away from the Inspector.

“He’s from the same family line as Faramir.” Ernesto sighed in resignation. He didn’t know how, but somehow Pius would get the Vampire into his office.

“I’ll make a note we should invite him for tea.” Pius grabbed his Starkphone and put a note to talk to Faramir, and get the young man to the Vatican.

“You will pay for that.”

The reporter shrugged. “So any Vampire you wanted to meet?”

“Those I’ve needed to meet I have.” He answered the best way he knew how.

“Any one in particular you dread to meet because of their reputation?” The reporter moved on with the interview.

“I’ve met the MacManus’ there’s nothing I can’t deal with, after them.”

He had a point.

The reporter paused for a few moments, which meant the next set of questions were going to suck. “Go on just ask them.”

“Do you regret That Night?” He asked taking a deep breath. “I mean have you ever thought of what would’ve happened if Nico wasn’t there.”

“I would’ve died.” He answered simply. “I have hope that Langdon still would have found the canister and the Vatican would’ve been saved. But I would not have survived it. So do I regret That Night? Regret my Turning. No. I came to terms with that a while back. This is my duty, my calling, it is my life.”

“Any regrets at all?”

“Many, but known that I will speak of.”

“From everything that had happened, did you develop any phobias, or had any before?” He moved the conversation in another direction.

“I am not good with buildings on fire,” he admitted. “And as much as it pains me, I still have difficulties going into the Santa Maria della Vittoria, even after all these years.”

“Pet peeves?”

Ernesto startled it was an odd one in the middle of a set of serious questions. But then he knew he was dealing with a damn good reporter, not Louis Lane. “Idiots who tried to raid the Vatican and hurt the Pope.”

“We know you’re good at your job, and your self control is legendary, so what is your most embarrassing moment?” He hoped the easier question would calm the Inspector back down, especially as he knew his last set of questions were going to be difficult.

He just looked over at Pius, who blushed.

“No comment.”

Pius crossed himself.

“Moving on.” The reporter was curious, but knew not to push. “Favorite time of day and why?”

“Early morning, looking out over the city, that is mainly due to the influence of Giovanni, as it was when he was at the most peace.” Ernesto glanced back to Ezio, feeling the small smile and warm gaze.

“Speaking of Giovanni.”

Ernesto gave him a look, sighed, and then waved his hand for him to continue.

“Most know of Sofya, Giovanni, and Inéz … any others?” He scooted back in his chair, at the intense glare.

“There are more, but we are not to be discussed.” Ernesto shut that thread of questioning down.

“Which one has had the most influence?” He pushed, like all good reporters.

Ernesto chuckled low, his gaze intense. “We all have our influences.”

“Giovanni has his son, is it odd for you to also have your daughter returned in John Rhys?” He watched as a softer expression came over Ernesto’s face.

“My girl is a fighter, and annoys her father like she should.”   Ernesto blinked a few times, then glanced at Pius. “It’s amazing how many ties we have to Rhys.”

The reporter turned towards the Pope, who gave him that careful blank stare. The one he knew he wasn’t getting anything out of him. He focused back on Ernesto. “Bruce made any movies yet?”

“Not yet!” He laughed. “Though Dastan has a few things coming after selling ideas to the that gaming company.”

“Okay last two questions, one odd and one serious.” He shifted in his seat and took a few deep breaths. “What are your plans when you retire?”

“I’m not retiring.”

“I mean after …”

“He means after I’ve gone home to the Lord.” Pius helped the reporter out. “It might be a bit obvious if you start guarding the next Man in White.”

“My duty will always keep me near the Vatican, but in between times I’ll be by my Mate’s side. What God wants to do with us, His will be done.” He answered to the best of his ability, not wanting to even think about burring Pius or what life would be like after he was gone.

“Last question.”

“Go on.”

“Would you travel to other planets if you could?”

“I already have.” The answer startled everyone in the room. Ernesto stood towering over the reporter. “And I think that will be all.”

The reporter stood and held out his hand. “Thank You.”

“You’re welcome, Cal.” He took his hand and gave it a firm shake. Cal McAffrey had survived an ordeal that many would have perished from, Ernesto blamed and credited his famous Meridii genes. “How is Eomer?”

“Fine. He’s up in Geneva it’s time for Roc’s check up.”

“And the goat?”

Cal frowned. “We don’t talk about the goat.”

Ernesto laughed patting him on the shoulder. “So who’s the next victim?”

“Antonio Crisafi.”








“Very well then. The other of whom you wish to know, served Marcus Aurelius as Captain of the Praetorian Guard.”

At that, the Monseigneur made a noise not unlike Draco the Ferret when it fell in an open wine barrel.

For a moment, everyone turned and stared at him. “What?” he shrugged. “Like this shocks anyone?”

It didn’t.

Not really.




Saint Donatus of Muenstereifel


Giovanni Auditore da Firenze




(Re-post of Teaser from Advent 2015 – Story sets in distant Sylum Timeline)

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 Aesthetic: Andrew Kiernan & Ernesto Olivetti

Sylum Aesthetic: Kiernan & Olivetti


With all due decorum, they made as dignified an exit as possible, neither Vampire saying a word until they were safely in the Inspector’s own rooms. The moment the door closed behind them however, they simply stared at each other, needing to speak but not finding the right way to begin.

Kiernan reached up and cupped his friend’s cheek. “I…”

But suddenly everything was perfectly clear. It had been from the moment Ernesto saw a gun to Kiernan’s head. “Tell me I’m wrong…” he whispered.

“You’re not.” Reaching up still further to lace his fingers through that cold, wet hair he pulled Ernesto’s head down, kissing him hard, putting all the pent up emotions of those last few months into that one singular moment.

Pushing Andrew back against the wall, devouring his mouth, Ernesto growled into the kiss. “You’re my Mate.”

It was not a question.

“Yes,” Kiernan whispered against his lips, pulling him closer. He wanted nothing but to lay him out on the bed and Claim what had always been his, yet as his hands reached under the Inspector’s wet t-shirt he felt freezing, clammy skin and knew his timing was awful. It wasn’t the right moment. Not yet.

Pulling back, panting slightly, just content for a few minutes to hold Ernesto close to him, he finally murmured. “You need to shower and Feed.”

“I know,” he agreed, his forehead resting on Andrew’s. But he didn’t want to move when that calm and contentment he had been searching for through all those past months, was finally there in his arms. How he could possibly have failed to recognise that Kiernan was his Mate, he didn’t know. Why Kiernan had never told him, he also didn’t know.


Andrew laid a finger to his Mate’s lips. “Not now.”


Reminder: Reading List

Reminder: Reading List

As we approach the updated version of Roads Untravelled …

Which has an additional 100 pgs … yep you read that right … 100 pages!

How did it get 100 extra pages.

Ernesto wouldn’t shut up.

Nico wouldn’t shut up.

John wouldn’t shut up.

As you can see it runs in the family.

Anyway ….

It’s a good idea that you’ve read  …

well I hop y’all have read Demons & Angels, that’s without saying …

But you should have also read: Watchdog & Under the Bridge.

Believe me when I say this – Everything is Connected!

Sofya of the Meridii




She looked out over the crowd, all of them there for the slave auction.

Pigs to a man. 

Brothel keepers and whoremongers the lot of them.

The slaver rattled off his starting bids and then haggled until each slave was sold.

Except one.



She couldn’t help but smile, though she hid it well, not wanting to piss off the man with the whip.  

She knew her exotic looks and dark beauty had grabbed the attention of almost every man in Rome, but her reputation as a Seer had kept all of them at bay. She enjoyed playing up on it too. It made them turn away and run home to their wives and mothers like good little boys, for rumour had it that she would hex them if they tried to buy her. 

And she had absolutely no intention of disproving such a thing. 

Except there was one young soldier who showed up every week, always standing in the same place, never saying a word.

She did not yet speak their language very well, but had overheard enough to understand that he was a man of high birth, and an Officer of the Roman Army. He was well respected. And he was admired.

His name, when she learned tell of it, fascinated her the most, for even she had heard stories of the famous Gladiator who once defeated an Emperor.

It was a name that somehow managed to live on, despite orders for its destruction and removal from history.


She just wondered why he kept watching her…



Sylum Vault: Ernesto Olivetti Week

At Sylum Vault we’ve created a series of Jewelry Pieces for Ernesto Olivetti Week.

Each piece is designed with Ernesto and Roads Untraveled in mind.  These are all unique items, and will not be duplicated.

For Sylum Members, we’re giving away a Free Pair of Meridius Tree Earrings when you purchase from our Ernesto Olivetti Collection.


Meridius Tree Earrings


Click through tabs to get a closer look at each piece of jewelry, plus a small story that goes with each one.

Modern Illuminati Necklace

The Illuminati has been a secret organization for centuries, some will even say older than that.  They do not advertise, nor do they show their presence.  They are subtle in all that do, and that includes how they communicate and signal to fellow Illuminati.

This Necklace was specifically designed for wives of Illuminati members, and the few strong women leaders in the organization, to wear as a symbol.  It’s to make sure that a certain politician knows they are being watched.  A certain businessman to realize his ‘fun on the side’ is paid for by those who control his assets.  It’s to let that Cardinal know who they are to trust, as they have lost their ins into the Sacred place.

If you are loyal to the Illuminati this is the Necklace for you.

Renaissance Illuminati Necklace

Cesare slid up to his sister, Lucrezia watching as she flirted with a few of the lower Cardinals.  She was beautiful, forbidden, and his.  She turned, seeing him watching, with a flip of her hair, she patted the old man on the arm promising him empty words and made her way towards her brother.

“My dear brother.”  She kissed both cheeks, eyes dancing with mirth and promise.  “I had feared you would leave me alone with such bores.”

“I have no doubt you would find entertainment with breaking old men’s hearts, literally and figuratively.”  He slid around her, hands caressing her side.  “I have something for you.”

“A gift?”  She asked excitedly.

He pulled her close to his side, and held up the silver necklace, filled with garnets.  “It will show who you support.”

“It’s beautiful my love.”  She took it into her hands, admiring the craftsmanship.  “Put it on, so all may see I support you in all your endeavors, my brother.”

Illumanti Earrings

Galileo had them made special.  They would look beautiful on her, and he would delight to see the most virtuous woman in Rome wear his very own symbol.

Lucretia had thanked him for the gift, and wore them many times over the past few years.

Until That Night.

After her Clan lay in ruins, she took the earrings and dropped them off at the local pawn shop, sold them for a small percentage of what they were worth, and donated the money to the Sistine Chapel Restoration.

Never would she wear anything with Triangles again.

Lucretia Dazzling Key Chain
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It was a gift from Carlos.  He had seen it in some cheap souvenir shop.  It wasn’t special or expensive, but he knew Lucretia would like it.  It sparkled in the sun, and dangled nicely from her bag.

It was for the keys to her knew car.

The blue hyped up Fiat.

He gave it to her, along with a quick kiss.  “It’s not diamonds, but I thought of you when I saw it.” He shrugged shyly.  “It sparkles and shines brightly, like you.”

Lucretia dangled it in her hand, watching as the color bounced off the walls and sidewalk.  It was the most beautiful gift she had ever received.  “Thank You.” She lifted up on her toes and kissed him softly.  “Wanna take a ride with me?”

Carlos pulled her closer, kissing her once again.  “I would go where ever you want.”

Isabella’s Swiss Cross Bracelets

Chartrand had seen her admire the bracelet set, while watching her on the cameras.   He had taken to keep an eye on his wife, Mate through out the day.  He was sure she would smack him if she knew, or sicced her father on him.  Though he had a feeling Ernesto would agree with him, as he knows he keeps an eye on Kiernan when he roams through Vatican city.

This was the second time he saw her stop and admire the set.

The moment she moved on, without buying them he put his plan in action.  Taking his lunch break he made his way over to the Vatican Museum, wandering around until he found the particular bracelet set.  He grinned when he realized the small Swarovski Charm was that of a Swiss Cross.

Without hesitation he picked them up, and took the set to the register.  Quickly buying them, he made his way to her office.

“Pierre!”  She smiled at him, excited to see her husband.  He rarely visited her at work, as they both knew how busy they were.

He gave her a shy smile, then set the box on her desk.  “For you.”

She opened the lid, gasping softly.  “I thought of you when I saw them.”  She put them on her wrist, admiring the jangle they made.  With slight tears in her eyes, she stood and made her way around her desk, sliding into her husband’s arms. “Thank you.”

May Birthday Charm Necklace

Ernesto opened the package, and stared at it a few moments.  It was beautiful, something he would’ve bought for any of his daughters.   He looked up at the man sitting across from his desk.

“You do realize I’m not a girl, right?”  Ernesto set the simple necklace, with the Swarovski Emerald Pendant.

Carlos shrugged.  “You and Inez share the same month for birthday, I thought it was fitting.”

Ernesto shook his head, he wasn’t likely to wear it, but Inez thought it was beautiful.  He stood from his desk, and moved towards the small window in the left corner.  He hung it up on the small hook that held the blind cords, letting the sunlight make the crystal shimmer.

“Thank you, my Carlos.”

“Happy Birthday, my little whore.”  He stepped up behind Ernesto, kissing him on the cheek.

Artist Palette Key Chain

Robert wondered how long before Leonardo noticed it.  He had just returned from a conference at Harvard, and had seen the small key chain on sale by one of the clubs on campus to raise money for charity.

He thought of his Mate and bought it instantly.

Almost lost it four times, but amazingly he got it home.

And now it had been sitting on Leonardo’s worktable for five hours.

Robert smiled into his tuna sandwich, and kept typing away on his notes.

“When did you get here?”  Leonardo asked, hand landing on the key chain.  He looked down at it, picked it up studying it.  “Did you get this for me?”


Leonardo laughed, then dug through a box of odd bits, until he pulled up another key chain, this one had a small book dangling off of it.  He handed it to Robert.  “Saw it at one of those farmers market things.”

“We’re saps.” He twirled the book in the air, smiling brightly.

Leonard laughed. “Tell no one.”

Olivetti Handcuff Earrings

The moment Peter saw them, he knew he had to get them for El.  There was no way, she wouldn’t find the humor in them, and would delight in wearing them just to get a rile out of Neal.

The cashier gave him a look, but he didn’t care.  So what if he was grown man buying handcuff earrings, his wife would love it!  At least he was likely to get laid for it, so there!

Eliot was keeping Neal out for a few hours, and Nathan was working with Hardison on a new job.  There were moments, when he wondered how this had become his life, but then realized he loved it.  He was a better person, he had people he loved and those who loved him.

El turned around sensing he was coming, unlike Eliot he couldn’t sneak up on anyone.  It was something he was trying to learn.  He just smiled at her, and held up the small gift bag.

“Oh I love gifts.”  She carefully unwrapped the tissues paper and then squeed when she saw them.  “These are perfect!”

“They have the colors of the Vatican Flag, I was totally thinking of Neal getting arrested by Inspector Olivetti.”  Peter explained with a grin.

“Oh Honey…” She kissed him passionately.  “You are kinky bastard under that cheap FBI suit.”

“I live with three other guys and my wife, I think we went beyond kinky.”  He lifted her onto the kitchen table.  “So how about you wear those and nothing else.”

Vatican Bracelets
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Isabella bought the set for Mary.  Her sister had come along way since she had Inez, and she figured she would like the simple seed bead bracelets.  One represented their father, with the colors of the Vatican Police.  Another for the Swiss Guard, representing her new boyfriend, Pierre.  And lastly the colors of the Vatican Flag.  She had heard that Pope Pius XVII had met Mary, and blessed little Inez.  It was what had brought her sister to her dorm room, to talk about Papa and what Mama had said these past few years.

E for Ernesto Key Chain

Ernesto looked at the Key Chain, then back up at his Holiness.

“For your birthday!”  Pius sat down across from him.

Ernesto shook it, a small bell like sound came from the rhinestone hitting the stainless steel chain.  “It jingles.”

“Yes so I can hear you coming.”

Ernesto’s head tilted.  “Is this because I bought you an actual bell?”

Pius smiled.

The Head of Vatican Security laughed, as he pulled out his file cabinet keys.  The cabinet he kept his extra weapons, plus sensitive documents.  He made a show of putting the keys on the new key chain, then set them in his desk drawer and shut it.

Pius frowned.  “Sneaky.”

“I learned from the best, where is your bell?”  He gave him a pointed look.

“On Strauss’ Bunny Slippers.”

Irish Field Rosary
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It had come on May 29th, addressed to Ernesto Olivetti.  The Inspector had eyed it, and had it scanned.  He had good reason to mistrustful.  When nothing was triggered, he picked up the small box and sat at his desk.  Slicing open the seal, he dug through the bubble wrap until he found a small card.

He turned it over, instantly recognizing the handwriting.

‘A gift from St. Patrick this Day.’ – Patrick

So it would seem Patrick figured out a few things.  He pulled out the organza bag, opening it carefully to let the item fall into his hand.  He leaned back and stared at the multi-colored green rosary, accented with a Celtic Cross.

He ran his fingers over the Our Father beads, the prayer going through his head.  Tomorrow he would have to call his friend and thank him for such a thoughtful gift.

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