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.

“Of course, your honor,” Melanie said, her head high.

“Let’s begin.”  The Justicar took out another sheet of paper and began to read.  “Brian Kinney of the Clan Tremere has been accused of breaking several of the sacred Traditions.  The Tradition of The Masquerade, when among other things, you made a kill in front of group of people at a gay establishment.  The Tradition of Domain, when you did not go to the Prince of the City and present yourself as a member of the Tremere Royal Bloodline.  And lastly, the Tradition of Destruction, where you killed several members of the Malkavian Clan and a member of the Bruja Clan.  The sentence for breaking any of these rules are death.  How do you plea?”

“Not guilty on all counts,” Melanie said before Brian could even think twice about the question.

“Do you deny any of the accusations before you?”

“No.”

“Then how do you explain your decision to plea not guilty?”

“He didn’t know,” Melanie replied. 

“Ignorance is not an excuse.”

“No, but it’s an explanation,” Melanie tried to reason.  “Brian was unaware of his own heritage, having been torn from his people by his own mother when his grandfather was murdered for his throne.  Let’s bypass the fact that he didn’t know anything about the Traditions, but he didn’t know anything about Kindred until two weeks ago.  So, let’s break this down.  He broke the Tradition of the Masquerade by killing a man in front of a bunch of people.  I say he couldn’t control himself.  The thing you called The Hunger controlled his actions that night.  He had all these new feelings in him and all he knew was that he was hungry, the kind of hungry that made him do things he had never even thought of before.  How do you control something you don’t even know about?  He didn’t know he was a vampire until he looked down and saw a dead man.  He wasn’t prepared.  How does this court expect him to control something he knew nothing about?”

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