Fan fiction combining season one of Queer as Folk and (loosely based on) Vampire the Masquerade. The tale of Brian Kinney plunged into a world of vampires where he finds himself entangled with Justin Taylor and other creatures of the night. There is adult content and language.

The Justicar stood up abruptly and left the room before anyone could get another word in edgewise.  As soon as he was gone voices filled the room.  Brian looked around and saw that Ventrues surrounded them. He also noted although the other Clans voted to remove Craig Taylor from office, no one was sticking around to make sure that Brian would actually live to rule. 

Brian heard a sound and turned to see two men charging him.  He tried to move backwards, but couldn’t because Melanie wrapped an arm around his waist and was standing behind him like a roadblock.  He moved to the side to step on Justin’s foot, only to have the younger man grab around his waist because there were two men trying to pull him away.  Justin was fastened to his front while Melanie was locked onto his back.  What the fuck was wrong with this picture?  He glanced up one more time to see three instead of just two men charging him, so he squinted his eyes and waited for the inevitable blow to come…but it never did.

Isis stood in front Brian and waved her hand.  Brian never saw Isis cut herself, but droplets of blood flew when she motioned her hand.  As the droplets landed on whatever surface they found, they exploded causing holes in the floor, the chairs, in arms and legs and everywhere else they found a home. 

Brian looked to his right to see that Justine and Merril had that side covered.  Justine chanted not flinching as several Ventrue members jumped at Brian.  Brian flinched, but found he had no cause for alarm when a barrier of transparent blood stopped the charge like a brick wall.  The Ventrue’s landed on the floor only to be staked by Merril, who looked like he was having too much fun for a sane person. 

To Brian’s left were Lazarus and Cardano, whose presence were enough to ward off any potential threats.  It took only seconds, but Ventrue’s, who used their initial attack to better position themselves, surrounded the Tremeres.

“Craig,” Jennifer Taylor yelled.  Her fellow Toreadors, who huddled to protect her, surrounded her.  She glanced around the room and wished some of the other Clans had stayed to emphasize their desire for a new Prince. “Don’t do this…”

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