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 group looked at the leather-clad vampires that had just saved them.  Melanie and Lindsay looked a bit embarrassed, then scared that they were just running around town with a bunch of strangers that could have very well killed them.  

“It’s alright, Isis,” Brian said from the bed.  He was having trouble keeping his head up, so he leaned it against Justin’s head, which rested on his own shoulder.  “The Brujah are here to make an alliance…am I right?”

“That you are, your majesty.”

“You’d ally yourselves with us,” Isis said honestly surprised.  “Even after all of this?”

“For a price,” the bearded man replied.

“I have the perfect price for you,” Brian said.  “I’ll accept the alliance…on one condition…”

“You’re not exactly in the position to make conditions, your high and mightyness.”

“Sure I am,” Brian said smiling.  “You bring me back Michael…one of my Kine brood and I’ll make it open season on Malkavians and Ventrue.  If you don’t get me back Michael, you don’t get to play hide and kill with random Malkavians and Ventrue…or you can go back to drinking blood from the blood bank.  I’m told the Ventrue made it a law.  Like that law?  Personally, I’m in favor of mortal blood.  Fresh mortal blood.  And unlike the Ventrue, I’m in favor of allowing each Clan some ghouls for fresh feeding…that wouldn’t be something you’d be interested in would it?  There so handy.” 

Brian rubbed Justin’s chin with his finger softly. 

“You’ve got until right now to choose,” Brian said, his words spoken slowly, a result of his injuries.  “Bring back Mikey and kill some vampires.  Or go home and suck on some bags of blood.”

“We’ll bring him back, your majesty,” the bearded man said turning and walking out the door with his Clan following.

“In one piece,” Isis screamed after them.

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