Metamorphosis

Chapter 12

October 31, 1925

Today is said to be the most alluring day of the year to a vampire. It is told that way because Halloween is one night that you could be yourself and not have to hide behind a mask. Connor is wanting to find women to talk to while we are at the underground jazz club tonight which I don't doubt will happen. I told him it was too dangerous but no one can control Connor, especially when he has no humanity. But, it is rather peculiar that I am more worried about myself than of my brother. Unlike my brother, I at least have a heart of compassion tonight and I am assuming that is going to come in handy. Unfortunately, that is all I have to record tonight. I will tell more tomorrow morning since I won't be chasing Connor around the town.

" Stop writing in that stupid thing and help me with my tie," Connor said, standing over my shoulder and looking to see what I wrote.

" You are 65 years old and still don't know how to tie a tie? What will father think?" I questioned, with a brow raised and a smirk.

" Father is buried 6 feet under along with mother. I don't think he cares much." Connor rebutted while staring into the mirror trying to focus on his tie loop.

" You know I don't like doing this much so you are the lead tonight brother," I said as I tapped his shoulders and messed up his concentration.

" Hey! I was almost done with that!"

I walked into my bedroom and looked for my nicest tuxedo. My brother tried to look nice but then he spilled my good liquor on his suit and failed to change it.

" Are you almost ready Connor? The ladies are waiting," I yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

Connor walked down the spiral staircase while trying not to trip over his own two feet. We met at the bottom of the stairs, giving each other a glare. Connor walked past me and out the door. I gave a smirk and thought "This should be fun." Connor and I had walked side by side towards the speakeasy on 5th and 7th in downtown Chicago. It was quaint but filled with people, booze, and flappers. Jazzy's was the most popular hidden jazz club in Chicago which meant a free buffet of people for Connor to enjoy. We walked to the back of the clothing store that the club was hidden under. The owner Amelia had struck a deal with the owner of the store above her in order to keep the club a secret.

" Password," stated the guy behind the steel door.

" We weren't given a password. I was told to just say my last name," Connor had said very calmly to the man.

" Fine. A last name then," responded the guy with anger in his voice.

" Meadows."

" My apologies gentlemen. I didn't realize you would be joining us tonight. Please enter," the man said embarrassed.

As the man opened the door, he looked down at the ground not looking either of us in the eyes. Connor and I walked through the brassy door. The door was thick enough so the amazing jazz coming from Jazzy's wasn't heard but not as heavy. Connor went to get our reserved table while I looked for Amelia. Just as I suspected, she was walking onto the stage ready to sing to the band's spectacular music.

Amelia walked up to the microphone, looked down and then up again, saw me and gave me a nod of approval. Amelia's voice was like angels flying down from the heavens. Her voice was so soothing yet so powerful all at the same time. The music was soft enough for her to be heard yet loud enough so the instruments themselves could be heard.

I walked to the bar and ordered myself and Connor a drink.

" How many unlucky ladies are we looking at Adam?" I had asked the bartender.