Danse Macabre [ON HOLD]

A STANDALONE DARK ROMANCE STORY

She should be dead.
I was supposed to kill her.

Blaire du Pont is a sight to behold. With porcelain skin, eyes that hold the entire world within them, and voice that makes every drop of word sound like a lullaby, to everyone else, she's a dream.
But not to me. To me she is a nightmare, the one that keeps me awake at night and the one that occupies my every single thought. One mission. One deal. One death. That was all that stood between me and the purpose of my life. I should've killed her the moment I saw her. But something about her restrained me and I couldn't grasp it. By the time I realized what it was, it was too late. Her life is mine to take, and not even the Devil can interfere.

He was a ghost, until he wasn't.
And he was supposed to kill me.

Theo Saints is every bit of the danger he claims to be. I know it. I've known it for a while and yet that doesn't faze me. He said he was going to kill me, he didn't. He said I should be scared, I wasn't.
A drowning person will clutch at a straw. That's what he was to me. Like a whirlwind, he threw me upside down. He is the ghost who has been haunting me but I know his secret. He is not the only one haunting and I am not the only one haunted. He said he'll ruin me, and I know he will. Ruination comes both ways, we are all ghosts in someone's past, present or future. And if I go down, I'll take him with me.