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fic: "Stretching" chapter 1, vampires & hunters au.
Title: "Stretching"
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ariadnechan
Characters/ Pairings: John/Sherlock, John/OCS; Irene/Moriarty, Irene/Kate, Irene/Oc, Mycroft/OC, Mycroft/ Lestrade, Sigger Holmes/Violet, Elsie(OC)/Holmeses, Moriarty/Elsie Holmes and Sherlock Holmes one sided, Moriarty/Sebastian Moran, Moriarty/OCs.
Fandom: Sherlock BBC fusion with Vampire: the Masquerade; some Bram Stoker’s Dracula; and my own vampire world.
Rating fic: R/ Chapter: PG
Warnings for the chapter: Britain's and Roman's history, Britain's and Roman's history, het, slash, vampires, vampires and hunters, poor humans don't know a thing. John is a Bamf and had a plan.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimers: Most of this is not mine. Conan Doyle, Mark Gatiss, Steven Moffat, Wizard of the Coast and Bram Stoker contributed a lot. I just put it in a shaker with my love and some of my own vampire creation and voila!
Betas: My wonderful and fabulous friendsmojoflower and mildred_bobbin You are awesome and I love you both!
Summary: The Holmes family had being hunting the rogue vampire, Moriarty, for centuries. Little by little he had been taking the world into his web but now the
Vampire Council has sent "The Sword and The Healer" to resolve the situation. Meanwhile, London was rearranging itself to receive a new wild card, Sherlock Holmes.
Chapter summary: Once upon a time Janus Sextus decides to be John Watson.
you can read it on AO3 too
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'Before Sherlock, before Moriarty there was the old echo of John Watson...'
Chapter One
Britain, sometime during the Third century AD.
Janus Sextus, he was called then, after his father, a retired Centurion, Primus Pilus, from the Roman Empire who had served against the Caledonian and awarded land in Cambria. His mother was from this land, the daughter of a savage, as the Romans called her race. He was educated in the Roman's way and in some of his mother’s Celtic traditions. And once he was older he decided to follow his father steps and become a soldier, so left his parents’ estate, his sister and brother, and went to the wall of Adrianus.
Janus ended up being the Optio of the Sextus Centurion at the Wall. There was a lot of movement of the Picts from the Antonius Wall and he wanted to protect his family from their assaults. The Picts were fighting well into the south of the country in the late years.
Janus didn't know then that this decision would lead him to an eternity of blood and fighting and walking upon the earth. This was nothing more than the end and the beginning.
He was the leader of his legion and had been a soldier for ten years when they came like a force of nature. They fought, defending the wall till the end, until he heard before he felt the swift whistle of a Picts' spear and then everything went black.
When he was captured he learnt the Picts, like other people of the land, were not savage or evil, were only different. Their woman healer fed him, nurturing him back to health. She and others helped him escape and he was accepted into another Briton clan where he learnt many things like magic, herbs and healing. But his destiny wasn't with the people of the land either.
One night in the forest collecting herbs, he found his destiny in the form of a beautiful woman, who read his future and took him to her cave. She was not a witch, but a vampire, and she had chosen him long since as his companion and kin. He recognized her as the first woman healer who nurtured him but now without the Pict painting on her face.
He passed every ordeal she put to him to, and then he was turned into one of her clan: The Gangrels.
She mentored him about how to feed without killing a human, how to fight using his new vampire powers, how to heal with them and taught him about his curse. Janus could only feed from sinners. The blood of innocents was vile and sour for him, and it couldn't nourish him. But now he could also see inside the hearts of men and women and tell them apart.
He also learnt about 'The Stretching' the ability all vampires possessed to stretch time while feeding from a human; making them forget, learning about their past, changing their past and memories, making an entire life and memories for the vampire and the human while feeding, stretching even through centuries, and how to extract information too, using this power.
They were together for a good fifty years; Janus loved Kol, his teacher, sire and lover, but travel was in their veins so they left Britain with Constantine, who left proclaimed as emperor in 306 AD fighting his way through the empire against his enemies. Janus and Kol were there fighting as his side, and using his skills as healers and it was exhilarating, to witness what was clearly momentous times for Rome. Also feeding in battle, for Janus, was something without compare.
They stayed in Rome for some years, learning about the changes in vampire society and Roman medicine, but they were bored after some time and started to travel.
They went through the entire world until they reached the end of the Roman empire, the beautiful Constantinople where they fought against the Persians.
Finally Kol presented him to her clan, which was established in Persia at the time, and she left.
After some years he travelled into the Persian world and learnt about their customs and medicine, and about the vampires there. He travelled as far as the Empire of China and the Mongols and he fought in more wars and learnt more about what the human world and the Mirrorworld had to offer.
He didn't know when it would happen with him and his clan, but Kol had said to him that, at some point he would be of age to be called as a younger of the council of his people, The Grangrel.
Time flies when you are free between wars. He took some lovers here and there but he never was up for a real companion. He hadn't noticed but he was 100 years old as a vampire and his clan called for him.
He didn't want to be a politician or the watcher of some territory of course, but when he was called upon by the Oracle and he was given his role in the clan, he attended. The Oracle saw through him, seeing his hidden self, so she declared before the council, where Kol was smiling at him:
"He will be 'The Vengeance and The Sword, as he will be The Healer’."
So from then on he was the assassin of his clan. He killed the sinners, the enemies, and the rough killers between the vampires. And he was granted his freedom to travel and learn and sire if he wanted to without question. Siring could be a burden, though, because Janus would be held accountable for the actions of his progeny, in addition to being responsible for their protection. Janus really didn't have much choice; he preferred this to a seat in a council, so he took his fate and the little freedom it gave him. He chose instead to wander the world free, and alone.
He would continue to learn the ways of healing for humans and vampires. And he would take his assignments and fulfill them.
Janus was really good in his job; maybe the Oracle was not so far from the truth. And his assignments were always really evil people or careless new vampires who were killing humans and exposing the existence of their race.
Janus never felt the need to sire. But he learnt more about healing humans and vampires, and to kill in every possible way, and he used his abilities in the wars which came upon the earth.
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Afghanistan, 2009
When Janus returned to Britain in the XV century he changed his name to something more in keeping with the modern times. Because he felt himself part of the islands more than any other place in the world he chose a British name, close to his Latin one: John. It was a good name and common enough that he would have no need to change it for some time.
John did not care so much for politics, but he was there when Elizabeth the First was crowned. He never had liked the Bruja much and not long into her reign she made the Malkavian and the Bruja one clan to rule over London. She had a Bruja lover, everybody knew, one of the reasons she never married, but she never wanted to be a vampire herself. So John did the obvious thing, he went with the Pirates to travel into the new world. That had been a fascinating couple of centuries. In the XVII century John had been with the King and Queen of Portugal in Brazil, oh those were good years. Eating the evil clerics was good too.
Soon he would be in England, London, again. Up until now he had been at war for three or four years, he was a captain and a doctor. He was the commanding officer and they were scouting in Afghan sands, in a special operation unit that hadn’t officially been part of the military or existed since 1996; the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers. He was placed there because of his skills, skills that, after all, he had been cultivating in special operations since before the Roman empire had finally fallen. But he was careful to never reach the upper level in the military, no more than Major or its equivalent; he was needed in battle after all.
He could feel that it would soon be time to leave the fusiliers and return to England to start his long awaited assignment. His sensed that his new mission, hunting down one of the most evil villains among the vampires, would be more than just a thrilling chase. Although he couldn’t predict the future, the thought that there was something more, something new, gave him hope; a cherished feeling long forgotten.
Then when he heard the helicopter approaching, John let his old wound from the Picts' spear bleed.
To be continued....
Author:
ariadnechanCharacters/ Pairings: John/Sherlock, John/OCS; Irene/Moriarty, Irene/Kate, Irene/Oc, Mycroft/OC, Mycroft/ Lestrade, Sigger Holmes/Violet, Elsie(OC)/Holmeses, Moriarty/Elsie Holmes and Sherlock Holmes one sided, Moriarty/Sebastian Moran, Moriarty/OCs.
Fandom: Sherlock BBC fusion with Vampire: the Masquerade; some Bram Stoker’s Dracula; and my own vampire world.
Rating fic: R/ Chapter: PG
Warnings for the chapter: Britain's and Roman's history, Britain's and Roman's history, het, slash, vampires, vampires and hunters, poor humans don't know a thing. John is a Bamf and had a plan.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimers: Most of this is not mine. Conan Doyle, Mark Gatiss, Steven Moffat, Wizard of the Coast and Bram Stoker contributed a lot. I just put it in a shaker with my love and some of my own vampire creation and voila!
Betas: My wonderful and fabulous friends
mojoflower and mildred_bobbin You are awesome and I love you both!Summary: The Holmes family had being hunting the rogue vampire, Moriarty, for centuries. Little by little he had been taking the world into his web but now the
Vampire Council has sent "The Sword and The Healer" to resolve the situation. Meanwhile, London was rearranging itself to receive a new wild card, Sherlock Holmes.
Chapter summary: Once upon a time Janus Sextus decides to be John Watson.
you can read it on AO3 too
'Before Sherlock, before Moriarty there was the old echo of John Watson...'
Chapter One
Britain, sometime during the Third century AD.
Janus Sextus, he was called then, after his father, a retired Centurion, Primus Pilus, from the Roman Empire who had served against the Caledonian and awarded land in Cambria. His mother was from this land, the daughter of a savage, as the Romans called her race. He was educated in the Roman's way and in some of his mother’s Celtic traditions. And once he was older he decided to follow his father steps and become a soldier, so left his parents’ estate, his sister and brother, and went to the wall of Adrianus.
Janus ended up being the Optio of the Sextus Centurion at the Wall. There was a lot of movement of the Picts from the Antonius Wall and he wanted to protect his family from their assaults. The Picts were fighting well into the south of the country in the late years.
Janus didn't know then that this decision would lead him to an eternity of blood and fighting and walking upon the earth. This was nothing more than the end and the beginning.
He was the leader of his legion and had been a soldier for ten years when they came like a force of nature. They fought, defending the wall till the end, until he heard before he felt the swift whistle of a Picts' spear and then everything went black.
When he was captured he learnt the Picts, like other people of the land, were not savage or evil, were only different. Their woman healer fed him, nurturing him back to health. She and others helped him escape and he was accepted into another Briton clan where he learnt many things like magic, herbs and healing. But his destiny wasn't with the people of the land either.
One night in the forest collecting herbs, he found his destiny in the form of a beautiful woman, who read his future and took him to her cave. She was not a witch, but a vampire, and she had chosen him long since as his companion and kin. He recognized her as the first woman healer who nurtured him but now without the Pict painting on her face.
He passed every ordeal she put to him to, and then he was turned into one of her clan: The Gangrels.
She mentored him about how to feed without killing a human, how to fight using his new vampire powers, how to heal with them and taught him about his curse. Janus could only feed from sinners. The blood of innocents was vile and sour for him, and it couldn't nourish him. But now he could also see inside the hearts of men and women and tell them apart.
He also learnt about 'The Stretching' the ability all vampires possessed to stretch time while feeding from a human; making them forget, learning about their past, changing their past and memories, making an entire life and memories for the vampire and the human while feeding, stretching even through centuries, and how to extract information too, using this power.
They were together for a good fifty years; Janus loved Kol, his teacher, sire and lover, but travel was in their veins so they left Britain with Constantine, who left proclaimed as emperor in 306 AD fighting his way through the empire against his enemies. Janus and Kol were there fighting as his side, and using his skills as healers and it was exhilarating, to witness what was clearly momentous times for Rome. Also feeding in battle, for Janus, was something without compare.
They stayed in Rome for some years, learning about the changes in vampire society and Roman medicine, but they were bored after some time and started to travel.
They went through the entire world until they reached the end of the Roman empire, the beautiful Constantinople where they fought against the Persians.
Finally Kol presented him to her clan, which was established in Persia at the time, and she left.
After some years he travelled into the Persian world and learnt about their customs and medicine, and about the vampires there. He travelled as far as the Empire of China and the Mongols and he fought in more wars and learnt more about what the human world and the Mirrorworld had to offer.
He didn't know when it would happen with him and his clan, but Kol had said to him that, at some point he would be of age to be called as a younger of the council of his people, The Grangrel.
Time flies when you are free between wars. He took some lovers here and there but he never was up for a real companion. He hadn't noticed but he was 100 years old as a vampire and his clan called for him.
He didn't want to be a politician or the watcher of some territory of course, but when he was called upon by the Oracle and he was given his role in the clan, he attended. The Oracle saw through him, seeing his hidden self, so she declared before the council, where Kol was smiling at him:
"He will be 'The Vengeance and The Sword, as he will be The Healer’."
So from then on he was the assassin of his clan. He killed the sinners, the enemies, and the rough killers between the vampires. And he was granted his freedom to travel and learn and sire if he wanted to without question. Siring could be a burden, though, because Janus would be held accountable for the actions of his progeny, in addition to being responsible for their protection. Janus really didn't have much choice; he preferred this to a seat in a council, so he took his fate and the little freedom it gave him. He chose instead to wander the world free, and alone.
He would continue to learn the ways of healing for humans and vampires. And he would take his assignments and fulfill them.
Janus was really good in his job; maybe the Oracle was not so far from the truth. And his assignments were always really evil people or careless new vampires who were killing humans and exposing the existence of their race.
Janus never felt the need to sire. But he learnt more about healing humans and vampires, and to kill in every possible way, and he used his abilities in the wars which came upon the earth.
Afghanistan, 2009
When Janus returned to Britain in the XV century he changed his name to something more in keeping with the modern times. Because he felt himself part of the islands more than any other place in the world he chose a British name, close to his Latin one: John. It was a good name and common enough that he would have no need to change it for some time.
John did not care so much for politics, but he was there when Elizabeth the First was crowned. He never had liked the Bruja much and not long into her reign she made the Malkavian and the Bruja one clan to rule over London. She had a Bruja lover, everybody knew, one of the reasons she never married, but she never wanted to be a vampire herself. So John did the obvious thing, he went with the Pirates to travel into the new world. That had been a fascinating couple of centuries. In the XVII century John had been with the King and Queen of Portugal in Brazil, oh those were good years. Eating the evil clerics was good too.
Soon he would be in England, London, again. Up until now he had been at war for three or four years, he was a captain and a doctor. He was the commanding officer and they were scouting in Afghan sands, in a special operation unit that hadn’t officially been part of the military or existed since 1996; the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers. He was placed there because of his skills, skills that, after all, he had been cultivating in special operations since before the Roman empire had finally fallen. But he was careful to never reach the upper level in the military, no more than Major or its equivalent; he was needed in battle after all.
He could feel that it would soon be time to leave the fusiliers and return to England to start his long awaited assignment. His sensed that his new mission, hunting down one of the most evil villains among the vampires, would be more than just a thrilling chase. Although he couldn’t predict the future, the thought that there was something more, something new, gave him hope; a cherished feeling long forgotten.
Then when he heard the helicopter approaching, John let his old wound from the Picts' spear bleed.
To be continued....