Voodoo Masters

Chapter 1

Taylor stepped out of her black car and tried her hardest not to gag at the smell. The afternoon air was filed with an indescribable stench. Taylor's fist thought was that it smelt of burnt and rotting flesh, but she quickly brushed the thought aside.

The sky above Taylor was an eery grey, spots of blue peaked through every so often. Faded colored tiles led her away from her car that was parked along the curb and up to her apartment building. A big wooden door was in the front and arches ran around the grand porch. It was painted with a dark green and there were a few blue accents here and there. The building seemed to be hundreds of years old, but that was what Taylor loved about it.

Ever sense she was 10 years old, Taylor knew she wanted to live in the grand city of New Orleans. The city that always had some sort of celebration going on. The city filled with music, history, and love. Her grandparents were born there, and were married on one of the grand boats when they were fresh out of school. The thought of finding her true love in this city always made Taylor anxious to get there.

But now that she's there, standing in the doorway of her apartment, she wasn't quite sure what she was so excited about. The weather was terrible so far, the part of the city was run down, and he apartment was much smaller than it looked online. She closed the wooden door behind her before tossing her keys and carry on bag onto the worn, red, leather couch that sat right across the room.

The apartment was supposed to have room for 3, but from the looks if it it was only a one person apartment. There was a small kitchen off to the right, with a stone island and counters. Through the door to the left was the average sized bedroom with a double bed right across from the door way. The bed was the best part of the entire place, with the mattress mounted on a mahogany four post frame. Wine red curtains were hung carelessly in front of the windows on both sides of the room and the dim light from outside peaked through the dusty glass.

Taylor relaxed a bit about her living condition when she sat down on the bed. It sank slightly under her weight but not by much. It felt pretty similar to her bed at home. She laid back onto the bed with a sigh and stared up at the ceiling. The sight took her by surprise; she had not noticed the subtle carvings when she walked into the room.

The cement of the ceiling had small symbols an pictures etched into it. None of them made any sense to Taylor, but she took them as some artist's old work. The over all appearance was beautiful however. The way the slight indentations swirled around the dull grey brought more character to the room.

Taylor shot up from the bed when a loud knock came on the door. She made her way out of her knew bedroom and walked swiftly to the front door. Excitement surged through her at the thought that it could be one of her new neighbors coming to introduce themselves. Being new in this city, she would have to make some new friends fast.

When Taylor opened the door her smile faded. There was no one on the other side. She put her hands on her hips and let out a sigh. So much for knew friends when she was already getting ding-dong-ditched. But right when she turned to make her way back inside, a slip of paper on the floor caught her eye.

Taylor reached down and picked up the paper carefully, flipping it over in her hands. The worn paper held an invitation to something. A street party it seemed. All that was written on the paper was:

When: 9 util dawn
Where: Main Street
Why: late night fun
Dress attire: what ever daddy would hate.

Taylor frowned at the odd invitation. It seemed very suspicious and like a party for college kids to go and get drunk. But this would be the perfect opportunity for her to meet new people! As long as she didn't get involved with the shit that was bound to be going on, a little party on her first night in the city wouldn't hurt. Right?