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.

Brian looked to the group of onlookers and saw the Brujah Clan: his new soldiers.  “Get his ass out of town and make sure he understands what I mean about anywhere but Pittsburgh.”

The Brujah grabbed Craig Taylor then waited for the rest of the Ventrue Clan to make their move, but they didn’t.  Their leader had been defeated by the young Prince in the view of the most powerful Kindred in the City.  A new leader must be found and it wasn’t in the injured and shamed man before them. 

Places were taken once again to conclude the Conclave, much to Brian’s displeasure.  He would have preferred to go home immediately to tend his wounds.  When all was said and done, the Conclave ended with a new official Prince and a group of Clans all seemingly starting from the beginning again.

****

Lazarus walked into the third floor loft and closed the door behind Cardano.  He paced around beginning a sentence only to stop himself. Cursing Brian and Isis, he would then renew his pacing. The pattern continued for some time.

“My lord,” Cardano said getting his flustered boss’ attention.  “Is it to be done?”

Lazarus screamed then tossed over the few chairs in the room before regaining his composure.  “It is and make sure it is done correctly.”

“Don’t worry, Lazarus.  The boy will fall into place afterwards.”

“Do it!”

****

“We’ll have a party for you later,” Isis said as soldiers placed Brian in bed.  She stood with Merill and Ryder, who watched as their Prince’s wounds were cleaned.  “Now you need to sleep.”  She leaned in towards him to place him in deep sleep, but he stopped her. 

“Can I sleep naturally?  I think I need real sleep for a while,” Brian complained.  “When you wake me up from that deep sleep I always feel like my head was in a vice.”

“Fine,” Isis conceded.  “We have a real healer coming tomorrow anyway.  The Tremere Prince from Austin, Texas is sending the healer over and hopefully you’ll be right as rain after that.  They said we could keep her for a few months or so.  That’ll give us enough time to heal everyone.”

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