Voodoo Masters

Chapter 3

The music pounded straight through Taylor's skull and the flashing lights didn't help much. She could barely see the DJ table set up along one of the dark bricked buildings. The two men behind it were dressed in barely any clothing; only skinny jeans and black hats. Taylor had to admit that they were very fit and attractive. But the beers in their hands were a major turn off.

Taylor stopped moving when a drunk couple stumbled in front of her. She fiddled with her fingers and watched as they ran to the mass of people dancing. Most of the people here looked to be in their twenties, like Taylor. All of the girls were dressed in revealing outfits, making her slightly uncomfortable. She was very glad with her decision on what to wear.

A girl with dark skin suddenly rammed into Taylor's side and she yelped at the forceful contact. She tumbled to the right slightly before regaining her stability. The girl let out an annoyingly loud cackle and slapped Taylor's arm playfully.

"Sorry hun! Didn't see you there! Hey, why aren't you out there dancin?" She slurred. "It's a hell lot of fun! Any one of those desperate guys will grind with you I'm sure." Taylor took in a sharp breath at the mention of grinding. She had always despised it after seeing it done at school dances and at college parties. The girl seemed to notice Taylor's reaction and decided to press on with a wicked smirk.

"Not your style huh? Well I'm sure one of them would love to take you back behind that building over there and..." The girl stated to say but Taylor cut her off with a wave of her hands.
"Okay okay I get it! Everyone here is drunk and desperate for action," she spat. The girl tilted her head back and cackled again, sending her greasy black hair swaying behind her shoulders.
"Ain't that the truth," she laughed.

A few pairs of eyes turned their way and Taylor tugged nervously at her dress. The girl was dressed in a skin tight red pencil skirt and a white crop top. She really had no cleavage even though it looked like she was trying to look like she did. In the dim light Taylor thought that her eyes were a deep chocolate brown. Over all the girl had a very beautiful face, but her outfit was ruining it.

"Is there anything here that isn't beer?" Taylor asked over the music that only seemed to get louder. The girl shifted on her high heels and took a swig from her red cup.
"Wouldn't count on it. Maybe Liam has something. He never drinks at these parties. Lame if you ask me," she rambled. A group of young men made their way past and Taylor felt very uncomfortable as one of them slapped at the girl's behind. She have a small yelp but laughed as the boys continued on.

"Gotta go sweets, duty calls," the girl chimed, downing the rest of her drink.
"Wait who's Liam? Where do I find him?" Taylor asked desperately. If there was anyone here who wasn't involved with the drinking, that was exactly who she wanted to be around.
"Probably near the DJ table. He's friends with the two ass-holes but he hangs by himself along the wall when they're workin. Good luck getting to him doll face. You'll never make it through that crowd."

With another cackle and an evil grin, the girl turned on her heal and strutted away. Taylor knew the second she got here that coming was a bad idea. What ever happened to those old fashioned New Orleans jazz parties? Well, she wished that she was at one now.

Taylor figured that as long as she was here she should try to find that Liam kid. If he was the only one not drinking, maybe he was semi-normal. Besides, she really needed a friend or at least a familiar face in this new city. Tugging down her dress once more and taking a deep breath, Taylor set off in the direction of the DJ table. She tried her hardest to stay along the outside of the crowd, and it worked pretty well.
Only a few people tried to pull her in for a dance but she brushed them off easily.

By the time Taylor was close to the DJ table, the music was blasting and it gave her a piercing headache. She desperately hoped that Liam had some water. The DJs paid no attention to her as she slipped past them and took the few steps forward so she was at the dark brick wall of the building. So far there was no sign of anyone there. What if Liam left? Or what if there was no Liam?

Taylor spun around to face to crowd at the party, suddenly terrified that she was set up by the drunk girl and her friends. This would be the perfect place for someone to do something to her; hidden behind to DJ table, speakers, and lights where no one would be able to see or hear her. But thankfully no one was anywhere near her nor following her.

"Taylor Mire," a deep voice came out of the shadows. Taylor turned quickly to look to her left where the voice came from. A man was standing only a few feet away from her against the wall. His silhouette was tall and muscular and it seemed like he was in some sort of trench coat.

"Liam?" Taylor asked hopefully into the darkness. A white smile appeared and the man nodded, taking a step forward. Taylor could finally see him in better light and she was immediately intimidated. He had a hard jaw line with dark stubble lining it. His eyes looked black in the dim lightning and his perfectly white grin was wicked. But he was very handsome.

"How did you know my name?" Taylor stuttered. Liam cocked his head at her slightly.
"Who said I know your name?" He asked, his voice almost snake-like. Confusion took over Taylor's expression and she opened her mouth to say something but Liam reached out and touched her arm. His fingers were ice cold but at his touch an electrical current seemed to jolt through Taylor along with a flash of a picture. The picture was of some small shop, hidden in the deep corner of an alley way.

Taylor returned back to reality within a second and looked up at Liam with terrified eyes. He grinned down at her and with a wink he said,
"Welcome to town new girl."
And with that, he was gone.