The Jazz Singer
It was a cold night on a Saturday I believe or was it Sunday, no, no it was a Monday I'm pretty sure. The pounding of feet on the cobblestone, the heavy breathing of a red haired man and a blonde haired woman traveling with a baby.
They were running, running from creature at night that was chasing them. A white haired beast that was thirsting for blood.
As the beast fell upon them snow started to fall on the ground. Snow in Nevada? The man and woman tried to run the other away but another white haired beast was behind them.
"Please! What do you want from us?" the woman asked as tears started to fall from her eyes.
"My lady we just want to have a drink." One of the white haired beast said politely.
"Don't make it sound sweet Wes. Look your blood smells really good so we're just going to kill you and your baby." The other beast said.
"Don't touch my daughter you monsters!" the red haired man said.
"We'll make a deal with you then. If you let us kill you then we will the girl unharmed and she shall live with us." Wes said, "Is that alright with you Soul?"
"Whatever I'm just hungry."
"As long as our daughter isn't hurt, she has so much to look forward to in the future."
"Good."
The beast descended upon her parents baring their sharp teeth.
Vampires.
"AHHHH!" A blond haired girl screamed as she rose in her bed.
"What's wrong Maka?" a man asked opening her room door.
"I had the weirdest dream, but it felt more than just a dream like it was real." Maka answered.
"Well I'm pretty sure it's nothing. Happy Birthday!" The man handed her a black package that was wrapped in a red bow.
"Thank you Wes!" she tore through the package and inside was a Rat Pack sweatshirt with all the members, Louis Armstrong t-shirt, and a new pair of black jeans.
"You're welcome princess."
"Don't call me that." She pouted, "Now out so I can get dressed."
"It's not like I haven't seen you naked; I changed one of your diapers before."
"I was baby and you were likes I don't know in your teenage years."
'Only if you knew.' Wes thought.
Wes walked out of her room and closed the door. Maka got dressed in her Rat Pack sweatshirt wearing a tank top underneath, her black jeans, and some black high top All Star converse. She then put her hair in its usual pigtails.
When she came downstairs her family was seated at the table. Her father Gomez, mother Annabel, and her two older brothers Wes and Soul. They were sitting at the table discussing things in a quiet voice that Maka couldn't hear.
"Good morning guys." She greeted sitting down at the table.
"Good morning sweetheart. How're you this morning?" Annabel asked.
"I'm fine actually; just excited I'm turning 17 today!"
"Right. Happy Birthday, you'll get your present after tonight's performance." Gomez said.
Maka smiled and looked around the table her eyes stopped at Soul's empty she wondered where he was but when she looked at the clock and noticed that she was going to be late.
She silently cursed under her breath and left the house with her car keys in her grasp; she went to her black buggy and started her way to school.
~at school~
Maka was walking up the stairs of Shibusen Academy when she got to the top she noticed all the kids talking to their friends. A couple of girls looked her way and laughed at her; Maka sighed and went to her usual hang out spot which was in the library where it was quite and she could read all the books she wanted.
Before she left she heard a couple of girls squeal, she looked in their direction and she saw Soul come up the stairs with his girlfriend Jessie. Everything about Jessie made Maka's blood boil; she was a rude, brainless, fake little bitch. The type of girl every guy falls for at first sight.
Maka sighed and continued her walk to the library.
'So he snuck off on my birthday to go pick up his girlfriend. Jerk.' Maka thought as she opened the door to the library.
Maka went to a bookshelf and picked out the book called 'The Tell-Tale Heart' by Edgar Allan Poe. She decided to check out the book and a couple others.
When she was done checking them out the bell rang. She went to her locker and got the necessary things she needed.
She barely made it before the teacher walked in behind her, she went to her seat in the back while her teacher Ms. Nygus started going over the reproductive system. Instead of listening she plugged in her headphones and started to listen to Frank Sinatra his song 'Fly Me to the Moon' was playing.
Maka had put her head on the desk, but it quickly rose back up when the door busted open and Soul waltzed in with Jessie hanging off his arm. Maka watched as Nygus scolded them for being late; instead of sending them to the office like she should have she let them sit down.
The song on her iPod changed and Maka paid close attention the lyrics.
Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
'Cause that's the night that my sweetie and I
Used to dance cheek to cheek
'Yeah right Saturday isn't my loneliest night.' Maka thought.
In all fairness Maka was never lonely on Saturday night that was the night when the club was full. Maka worked at her family's club that was entirely flooded with the mob every night just to see her sing in a pretty cocktail dress and hear her angelic voice.
At school she was a nobody, but at night she was the one everyone wanted to see.
~time skip~
Maka was getting irritated with Soul. Him and his girlfriend needed to keep their PDA somewhere else; she didn't want to see her older brother making out with Jessie who couldn't keep her hands to herself.
All she wanted was to get through her last period and go home, but no there they were kissing again.
'Oh that's it!' Maka snapped.
She went up to Soul and kicked him in the shin.
"What the hell Maka? That hurt." Soul said.
"Well I wouldn't have kicked you if you could keep from lip locking with your girlfriend every five minutes." She said.
"Are you jealous Maka?" Jessie smirked.
"Jealous of you two? I'd rather be six feet under before I become jealous of you two." Maka said.
"Whatever get out of here."
"Yeah, run along you little flat chested bookworm."
Maka bit her lip hard that she could taste her blood it was only so she wouldn't say anything she'd regret saying. Maka noticed Soul looking at her and his eyes were wide.
She licked the blood from her lip and stared back at him.
"Soul are you okay?" she asked.
Soul was covering his mouth with his hands and started backing away, "i-I'm fine…I j-j-just gotta go!"
Maka noticed that his voiced cracked before he took off running in the other direction. She sent Jessie another death glare before she walked away.
~time skip woohoo~
Maka was in her dressing room smoothing down her black cocktail dress and looked at herself in the mirror. Her dark make-up really brought out her forest emerald green eyes and the short dress really showed her smooth creamy legs, but the heels were hurting her feet.
There was a knock on the door and it opened in the doorway was Gomez.
"It's time for you to go on stage Maka." Gomez said.
"I'm coming papa." Maka smiled at him.
She walked out of the room and to the stage where the smell of cigarettes and alcohol attacked her nose; she looked out into the crowd and saw the people she usually saw they were all mobsters and their girls. The people became quiet as soon as the spot light shined on her and the music started.
Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On a-Jupiter and Mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby, kiss me
Fill my heart with song
And let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you
[instrumental-first verse]
Fill my heart with song
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, in other words
I love [3 piano notes] you
The crowd clapped as the song faded away. Maka bowed and said she'd be back.
What she didn't know was that she was in a room full of blood thirsty vampires that were all mobsters.
~To be Continued~
Yeah new story, I shouldn't be writing this since I haven't finished any of my other stories, but I wanted to get this out there before I forgot about it. All the songs in this story will be Sinatra, Billie Holiday, Louis Armstrong, The Rat Pack, and many more don't expected modern songs in this story guys that's why it's called The Jazz Singer. Review!