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.
“Just rest,” Isis said backing out of the room. She faced Justin who attempted to get into the bed with his lover. “Alone, young man. Allow your mate to rest for a moment. Revel in his sarcastic, egotistical malevolence later.”
Justin laughed, then he kissed his lover softly on the lips before leaving the room. Merill saw the Prince’s mate leave then took his leave following the young Toreador.
“One more thing,” Brian said before Isis and Ryder left. “Where do you stand?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Not you, Isis,” Brian said looking at Ryder. “You, boss…or my Primogen formerly known as my boss. Where do you stand?”
“I stand by my Prince?”
“You sound like those Malkavians,” Brian huffed. “I mean with your Tremere loyalties. Don’t try and bullshit me, you know what the fuck is going on here.”
“Like I said before, Bri, I’m loyal to you,” Ryder replied. “I’m your Primogen and you’re my Prince. Others wanted the position, but in my opinion, it’s already filled. I know you, fuck I hired you at the firm. We all know Justine is making a play for your throne, but she won’t get anywhere without another Clan to support her. All I ask is that you watch her, she’s got something up her sleeve.”
“She always has something up her sleeve,” Isis agreed. “Bitch.”
“And now to have her want Merill as the only head of security…who knows what’s she’s thinking up?”
“Any thoughts on the situation?” Isis looked at Brian then back to Ryder who pondered the question.
“Cardano should be head of security,” Ryder suggested. “Although they’re about the same age, Cardano is much better fighter. And Cardano is a generation lower than Merill and it’s obvious he’s taken by our studly Prince here. We should use that while we can.”
“I’ll consider it,” Brian replied, his eyes closing slightly. He rubbed them and yawned.
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