Of Gambles and Songs

[George Williamson]

Music has always had an addinity with life. We have the grace of millions of pieces of music to select from to
reflect our mood. We can find concordance. The sometimes, rarely, when our emotions run so high they may break,
lyrics can form in our mind. Frehsly created to reflect ourselves. This give ssome people peace. Others it gives
purpose.

"How to be brave?" He echos the question he asked half a year ago. It seemed so far away. The time when he'd first
met her amoung the rubbish piles felt a lifetime ago. The papers he had gathered were spread in front of him. All
the information he had gathered he'd finally transcribed from the little red book of his mind. In the middle was a
stack of blank sheets with the ink pot sat next to them. He would have many letters to send. Many of the court had showed outrage at the acts which Miroslav performed.

"One step closer."

George had never tried to commit all that had happened into one peice of paper. The full spectrum of emotions was testing George's will. He could simply break and stop writing.

Hold out for five more seconds.

This was no longer trying to broker the best situation for Evie. This was the last all-or-nothing gamble to stop her being sent to a monster.

"Darling don't be afraid."

And another five.

His fight was no longer against a chance that could be weighted or persuaded. An Elder had decided to pit themself
against Viktor, and the Prince had decided the outcome. The rage of injustice and hatred threatened to tear up
every piece of paper.

Break it down further. Last another three seconds.

The whole court knew of what he'd done. How he'd stalked her, abused her. But that was not all. He
had her stolen by another so that in his retelling of the story he could seem the hero. The monster pretending to
be the white knight.

One second.

"I will be brave."

Each clan must know. Each must band together to destroy this monster. He couldn't manipulate from the shadows any
longer. It would be too slow.

Then half a second.

So instead he would lay out all his cards. Give every part of information he had to those in power. He poured his
heart into the letters.

"I believe I will find you."

Then hold out for each quater.

So he wrote it all. Everything he knew, again and again. He remembered the faces of those who cared. He knew the
addresses. He could bring the clans together. The clans of the south, with the Ventrue, could do... something. They had to do something.

Then you'll get to the zen of inhabiting the now. There’s neither the pain you just felt nor the pain you’re going to feel. Just the pain you’re feeling now.

"Time has brought your heart to me."

He had hope. A hope filled with love. He had been warned that the most dangerous thing to a vampire for the fire of love for it burnt out all sense of survival. George had always been a survivor. Now it meant that he had more fuel to burn.

"I will love you for a thousand years."