Being Elijah Jones

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PROLOGUE

New York, 1924. The time of fun and frolic, the women were ruthless and sexy, where the gangsters roam the streets at night, jazz was playing at every night club, where you would see men taking long slow draws from their blunt cigar. During the year of 1924 my life was going to change, my name is Elijah, Elijah Jones.

I rode up in my car to the Cotton club, the jazz was smooth and the gin was cold, when i open the door the crowd was loud and the women kicked up their heels to dance to the charleston. I was known to be the lady killer at the Cotton club, i would have a charm that women couldn't resist. I headed straight to the bar and said "gin". Then a flapper young doll sat next to me, she had blonde hair and crystal blue eyes, she then said "hello Mr.Jones", then she took a draw from her cigar. I replied saying, "What's your name baby doll?",I then gave her a smile, she said "Roxy, Roxy Daniel, I've heard your a lady killer around these parks" , I gave a little laugh and said " I see my reputation is well known." I could tell she had a secret , I see her a couple of times at the Cotton club, each time I saw her she left with a different man, I wanted to find out that secret that she was hiding, I was intrigued by her. I then said " well Ms.Daniel, would you care to take a ride?", she then smiled and gave me her hand, I took it and took her to my car, when I was about to start it she grabbed my collar and flung me to the backseat she took off her dress then she started to kiss me, I could tell she meant business, so I responded with the same passion as her. She slowly kissed down my neck, but then fangs extended from her, my eyes then widen and I tried go open the door but she grabbed me again, her grip tighten around my ankle, she then pierced her fangs through my neck, I could hear my screams getting weaker and my body being drained, I soon passed out from the blood loss.The last thing I saw was her wiping my blood away from her mouth.

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