A/N: *Sigh* Here we go again – another story with supernatural elements. This time, Brian will be a witch/warlock... and not a vampire. I hesitate on calling him a warlock since recent research states that many groups consider both males and females to be referred to as witches. Most believe the warlocks are basically evil witches, ones that always break the rules and use their magic solely to corrupt. Well, I'm not saying that Brian won't use his magic to do the occasional 'questionable' act... but he isn't evil incarnate. So, call him whichever you like. In the course of this story I will go with popular opinion and make him a witch. Those who enjoy a supernatural story, I hope you are entertained by it.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the characters of Queer as Folk. This is done for entertainment purposes only.

Chapter 1

**** Venice, Italy ****

Brian Kinney was bored. He stood looking out of his penthouse window, his back tensing when he felt a body moving up behind him. Brian didn't need to hear the man that approached, or even see him. There wasn't a human on the planet that could sneak up on him unawares. The reason of that was very simple – he was a witch that had walked the Earth for over three-hundred years. Very rarely did he meet any of his own kind. So many of them became fools. This boredom of doing anything you wanted wore on a witch's mind. He'd watched some as they became too attached to their human pets. Falling in love with a human was the kiss of death for a witch. Once you committed yourself to a human, revealing your magic in the process – you became the same as them. Helpless and mortal. That would never be him.

Love. Brian visibly sneered. Weak minded fools, all of them. He rolled his eyes as he watched down below, the hand holding and kisses captured in the moonlight. Perhaps this city was the source of his true boredom. So many breeders here. Venice was reputed to be one of the most romantic cities in the world. That in itself made it not the perfect place for a man like him to settle. Not that he truly settled anywhere. He had homes all over the world, all of them patterned much the same. After all these years, décor didn't mean much to him. Simplicity and privacy meant more.

Gritting his teeth when he realized the trick was going to attempt to do the unacceptable and touch him; after what had been a mediocre fuck at best, Brian moved away from the window, pulling on his shirt and buttoning it up in unhurried movements. Without looking at the dark-haired man, Brian blandly spoke, "You're still here."

"Well yeah. I thought maybe we could have a few drinks... make a night of it." The nameless trick looked at him expectantly, as if thinking because he wished it, it would be so.

Brian's eyes flickered over him, his steps taking him to the door, not a doubt in his mind – magic used or not – that this trick wouldn't take the hint and leave of his own accord. "I don't think so. It's been fun, well... in an ordinary and forgettable kind of way." Swinging the door open wide, Brian looked at him coldly. "This is goodnight... and goodbye."

"Fuck. Why do you have to be such a dick?" the nameless trick nearly squealed in his outrage.

Cold and penetrating eyes focused on the man that Brian had found inadequate in almost every way. "I haven't been yet. Trust me, you don't want that." As the foolish man continued to stare him down, Brian quickly became tired of this interlude. His eyes pierced into the trick's very soul, unspoken chants echoing inside his head. The result was quick and final. A series of shivers came over the man, a coldness seeping into his veins that only distance from the witch would assuage. "I suggest you leave... now."

Nodding, the man agreed. "Yes. I think I should."

As the man moved towards the elevator, Brian released the man from the bubble of coldness he had placed around him. It was all too easy to play with these humans. Brian was becoming more than tired of it all. City to city he travelled, spending his time in his clubs, enjoying a variety of men that frequented his world. He always slept alone. That was his life, had been his life for three centuries. It was the life he wanted. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was around the corner... some invariable something that was missing that was about to be found. Brian knew he could use magic to give him the answer, but once in awhile, he liked surprises. Right now was one of those times.

Striding towards his desk, Brian's eyes stared intently at his laptop, watching as it opened and powered on by his sheer will alone. Generally, he didn't use magic for the most simple of tasks. It was another sign of his boredom. He scanned the list of emails, seeing none of either interest or importance. Instead, he opened up the quarterly reports that had arrived yesterday from all of his fifteen clubs around the world. He knew he didn't need so many clubs. In the beginning it had been solely to have a place to go... and provide a meeting place for other queers that sought to escape the mediocrity of everyday life. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that he more than supplied that in each of his establishments. It was of no surprise that each club continued to show a profit. As he analyzed the increases of each club, his eyes narrowed in what was rare astonishment on the numbers attributed to one.

Babylon in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania had shown an increase of twenty-five percent in the last quarter. That was odd, most especially since it was the middle of winter in Pennsylvania. Brian knew he could surmise it to being there was nothing else to do other than clubbing and fucking... yet, his instincts told him differently. For the first time in what was a very long time, Brian found his interest piqued. Always quick to make a decision, Brian knew he would soon be departing the romantic ambiance of Venice to journey to dirty Pittsburgh. He was going to keep the element of mystery for now. As much as he was tempted to utilize magic to produce his answers, Brian decided he wasn't going to do that. He would see what Pittsburgh's version of Babylon had to offer. It had been two years since his last visit. Something had definitely changed there. He was looking forward to finding out exactly what.

Justin rolled his eyes as the man at table three grabbed for his ass for the fifth time in the past ten minutes. "Fuck," Justin grumbled as he placed the pot of coffee back on the burner. "The man's got the hands of an octopus."

Emmett winked at Justin suggestively. "Well Sweetie, it's only because you got the hottest ass around."

"It pays the bills..." Justin returned with a click of his tongue.

Michael gave Justin the once-over, an indifferent shrug to follow. "I've seen better."

Justin refilled their coffee, his face coming closer to tell Michael, "That's because you've never seen my ass."

Ted choked on his own coffee. "He's got a good point, Michael."

"Whatever." Michael glared at Justin for a moment, before his eyes scanned around the diner. "I prefer more mature men."

Emmett cackled. "Mature meaning older than you, Baby."

Debbie called out from behind the counter. "Sunshine, isn't it time for you to head over to Babylon?"

"Yeah, just about." Justin winked at Michael, laughing when he received another hateful glare in response. "Are you coming, guys? I promise a show you'll never forget..."

Michael grunted. "I've seen some of your shows. Already forgotten."

Ted looked at Michael incredulously. "Are you out of your mind, Michael? Hiring Justin is the best thing I've ever done for Babylon."

"Damn right. I wouldn't be surprised if the King himself takes notice of it." All eyes turned toward Michael when the always absent owner was mentioned.

"Oh right. The elusive Brian Kinney. I hear he's hot." Justin shrugged, his eyes looking at the clock that was quickly ticking away. "I've gotta go."

Everyone shouted their goodbyes, all except Michael. None of them knew why Michael disliked Justin so intensely. They could understand it if Brian had met Justin... but he hadn't. It was almost if Michael feared it. Michael tried each time Brian visited to gain his 'special' attention. It never happened. All of them understood that it never would. Michael just wasn't Brian's type. Justin was another story entirely. He wasn't Brian's normal type... but he was a fresh face, with an even hotter body. Brian would be all over him. They all knew it. Michael's face became brooding, all of them groaning knowing their friend would be lost in his Brian fantasizes for the rest of the evening. One mention of Brian Kinney was all it took... all it ever took.

If only they knew Brian was soon returning to Pittsburgh, they would worry even more. Brian and Justin's meeting could have far reaching consequences. Some of which they would all feel for a long time to come.

TBC

A/N: There is our short beginning. Much more to follow soon. I hope you enjoy it. Comments are greatly appreciated!