Andrew made sure Tawni was settled safely in the old Victorian house in the north end of town and even spent the day with her by camping out in the closet. When the evening came, Andrew knew he had to head to Elysium. There wasn't any doubt in his mind that Sindra would be telling Julius what went down last night.

Andrew stepped into Elysium and Camille was at his side immediately. She steered him to a quiet corner of the Elysium and spoke to him in a low tone, her eyes full of curiosity.

"There have been rumors flying around Elysium that you stole a blood doll from Sindra and Thomas last night." Camille whispered. "Are they true?"

"No." Andrew replied as he watch Elysium fill up. "That's not what happened at all."

"What happened then?"

"I saved a mortal from death at the hands of Sindra and Thomas."

"Twisted like a true Ventrue."

"Just keep it to yourself, Camille. I'm trusting you and I don't do that with many people."

Camille gave Andrew's arm a gentle squeeze and headed for the Tremere throne on the dais. Andrew watched her go and spied Sindra across the room, ranting and shaking as she talked to a group of vampires. Andrew smiled to her as he walked towards the dais, hands in his pockets. He settled into the Venture throne and stretched out. Soon, Julius entered and took his seat in the Gangrel throne. Elysium quieted and Julius spoke.

"I have heard that there has been trouble in my domain." Julius rumbled.

"Wells invaded our domain! He stole our blood doll and he attacked us!" accused Sindra. "I demand justice."

"Wells, what have you to say to answer these charges?" Julius asked.

"I would be happy to answer any accusations that are support by evidence." Andrew said calmly and he smiled softly at Sindra. "You do have proof, don't you Sindra? Photos or a film of me supposedly being at your home."

There was a long silence in the Elysium. Andrew let a small smirk escape from his lips and Sindra shook with rage. Thomas cowered behind her and Julius spoke once more.

"Answer the question, Sindra." Julius ordered.

"I demand he be-"

"ANSWER!" roared Julius.

"I... don't have any proof." Sindra said meekly. "Only my word."

"Then the matter is closed." Julius said.

"My liege, I beg to differ." Andrew said calmly.

"What?" Julius asked.

"False accusations against a Primogen is not a crime, but it has caused me to lose status." Andrew said and he narrowed his eyes at Sindra. "I demand retribution."

"This is insane!" Sindra cried.

"SILENCE!" Julius roared and he rose from his throne. "Primogen Wells is correct. Falsely accusing Andrew has caused him loss of status. What do you suggest as retribution, Wells?"

"Merely that I be allowed to ask my liege to punish Sindra if she acts disrespectful to me or any other Primogen in the future." Andrew said.

"Agreed, Wells." Julius said. "Leave my presence, Sindra, while you are still in one piece. You have lost my favor."

Sindra glared at Andrew and left Elysium with Thomas close behind her. Andrew tipped back his fedora and couldn't help smiling. True power was all within the mind, not muscles. The Ventrue had taught Andrew that and his mind could turn any obvious defeat into a sudden victory. The rest of the business was trivial and concluded quickly. Elysium grew busy once more and Andrew left his throne, finding a quiet couch in a shadowy corner of the Elysium. Normally, Andrew would have loved to socialize and flirt, but tonight he felt withdrawn. He settled back onto the couch and shut his eyes, trying to relax. A pair of soft lips touched his cheek and his eyes snapped open. He saw no one, but knew he did not imagine the soft kiss.

"Who's there?" Andrew murmured.

"Just me, Andrew" a voice whispered.

"My admirer from the alley the other night. How fare you?"

"I am well. I see you saved Tawni."

Andrew didn't not reply.

"Where is she?" the voice asked.

"Safe, for the time being. What do you want, stranger? I do not like mind games played against me."

"I've come to ask for payment for my message the other night."

"What do you want from me?"

"I want you to make me feel happy."

"That seems like an unusual request, but I will grant it. Can we go and talk some place more private?"

"Walk out to the street and I will guide you."

Andrew nodded and rose from his couch. He smiled to the others as he left the Elysium. As he hit the street, Andrew began to follow the directions whispered by his unseen companion. The voice led him to a two story music store on the east side of town. He was instructed to climb the stairs and enter through the red door. Andrew did as he was told and found himself in a large dance hall. A spotlight flashed on and Andrew saw a stage full of instruments. He tensed slightly, wondering if this was a trap.

"Dance for me, Andrew. Dance for me the way you danced for Tawni." the voice said by the spotlight at the back. "Make me feel special, please?"

"I can't." Andrew said softly. "I can't dance for you."

"Why?"

"I don't know you and I dance what I feel for a person."

Andrew winced inwardly as his words slipped from his tongue before he could stop them. He had done it. He had admitted he felt for Tawni and the stranger could see that he felt deeply for her. Andrew stood with pride and heard the voice cry softly.

"Come here." Andrew said.

It was not a command, but a gentle request. Through the spotlight, Andrew saw a small shadow walking toward him. It was female and couldn't be more than 4' 9". The shadow stopped a few feet from Andrew and he looked into her face. It looked as if God had played a cruel joke with this lady's beauty. Her eyes were very large and far apart. Wispy remnants of pale blond hair clung to her scalp, which was covered in large blue veins. She looked meekly up at Andrew and he saw the two, long canine fangs hanging over her bottom lip. Andrew kept his composure. She was Nosferatu, the sewer vampires. Cursed with horrible ugliness, Nosferatu usually used Obfuscate to keep out of sight and were quiet by nature. They knew much about what went on within a city and the Camarilla and were a prime source of information.

"What's you name?" Andrew asked.

"Pol, my lord Primogen." the Nosferatu said quietly and she lowered her head.

Andrew gently placed his hand on Pol's chin and lifted her head. He saw the fear and respect in her eyes and he smiled softly.

"Call me Andrew, Pol." Andrew said with a smile. "What do you really want from me?"

"Nothing. I just thought that since I helped saved Tawni, I might get a reward, but I think I changed my mind."

"No. I owe you much for that information and Andrew Wells always pays his debts. Name your price."

"I just want to feel special and happy, but you can't do that."

Andrew let his hand drop from Pol's chin and looked around. Nosferatu loved secrets and the Ventrue bit his lip. He had something he could give Pol, but could she be trusted to keep it a secret? Slowly, Andrew moved towards the stage and climbed on top of it. Pol watched as Andrew selected an electric guitar and plugged it into an amp. He removed his jacket and fedora as Pol moved closer to the stage. Andrew slung the guitar around his neck and looked down at Pol.

"What I am about to give you is one of my secrets. I'm trusting you to keep it and I hope it makes you feel special that I trust you so much." Andrew said.

Pol nodded slightly and watched Andrew curiously. The Ventrue Primogen flexed his right hand and paused, thinking deeply. With a quick downward strum, Andrew launched into a song and began to sing.

"Well the little things you say and do... make me want to be with you!" Andrew sung as he played the guitar. "Rave on!"

Pol blinked as she watch Andrew come alive on the stage. Andrew shut his eyes as he played, working many decades of stiffness out of his fingers. He sung his heart out as the chords of "Rave On" rang out from the amplifier. He finished his song and opened his eyes, smiling at a very surprised Pol.

"You were wonderful!" Pol said softly. "You sounded and looked just like Buddy Holly!"

"I should hope so." Andrew said with a smile as he unslung the guitar.

"Hope so? You don't mean..."

Andrew set the guitar down and set down on the edge of the stage. Pol came up to him and Andrew slipped his hands around her waist. He lifted her up on the stage and set her beside him. She smiled at him and scooted closer.

"Tell me!" Pol said with a squeal of delight.

"Yes, I was Buddy Holly. I was Embraced in 1953 and by 1962, I was getting restless.". Andrew said as he dangled his feet over the edge of the stage. "I tossed a little makeup and hair dye on, threw some horned rimmed glasses in for effect and formed a band. I didn't expect to get so popular, but it didn't bother me." Andrew explained with a smile.

"But what about the plane crash in 1966 and daytime appearances?"

"I had a double for day appearances and the plane crash was real. I was getting a lot of pressure from Clan Ventrue to stop what I was doing, but ignored them. My double was on the plane when it went down and I think Clan Ventrue had something to do with it, but I did not press the issue."

Pol leaned her head on his shoulder and Andrew slipped an arm around her. She snuggled into him and Andrew kissed her forehead.

"I can't believe it. Andrew Wells was Buddy Holly!" Pol said quietly. "This is truly a treasure. You've made me feel so special."

"I felt this secret was worth the information you gave me." Andrew said with a chuckle. "Just keep it to yourself."

Pol nodded and the two vampires sat quietly for a long time. Finally, Pol looked up at Andrew and the Venture Primogen looked down at her softly. Andrew leaned down and gently kissed Pol's lips. She stiffened and wrapped her arms around Andrew. Andrew nibbled at her neck and gently pulled back. Pol looked at him and her lips trembled.

"Why did you do that?" Pol asked quietly.

"Because." Andrew replied as he stood up on the stage. "You were dreaming of it."

"H-h-h-how did you know?"

"I could see it in you eyes and feel it in your body."

Andrew picked up his fedora and jacket. Pol got to her feet and cocked her head at Andrew as he slipped his jacket on. He smiled at her and took her hand. She squeezed it with an iron grip.

"What would it take to make you mine?" Pol asked.

Andrew just smiled and led Pol towards the red door at the back of the dance hall. He slowly let go of her hand and opened the door. Andrew looked back and saw Pol was gone, most likely Obfuscated. He blew a kiss and slipped his fedora on.

"Pol, do you know anything about a fire at Camille's house?" Andrew asked.

"No." Pol's voice replied.

"If you do hear anything, can you let me know? I'll pay for the information."

"I will let you know... Buddy."

Andrew heard a giggle and he smiled as he stepped outside. A soft kiss touched his lips and Andrew returned it. The wind seem to whimper and Andrew looked to the night sky. His music came alive tonight for the first time on thirty years and he flexed his stiff hands. Maybe things were getting better. With a few quick steps, Andrew bounced down the stairs and into the night. He headed for the old Victorian House and hoped Tawni was still awake. His celphone rang and Andrew answered it as he walked.

"Wells here." Andrew said.

"This is Alexi. The deed is done. I'm standing here now watching the warehouse burn. Thank you for the gift." Alexi said.

"You're most welcome. Have a pleasant evening."

"Likewise."

Andrew shut the phone and began to dance a soft shoe. This night couldn't get any better! He had played his music, Julius was gone and Tawni was safe. The old Victorian house loomed before him and Andrew smiled.

It was time to celebrate.