Chapter 1

In our current society, the world is run by those who have the means to do what they desire. In other words, people with lots of cash. They decide what's wrong and right, what's to be or not to be, and what is to stay or disappear forever from the face of the Earth. Getting on the wrong side of a person with lots of money means nothing, but bad fortune.

You might get yourself erased.

Everyone might know that they did it, but they will never be punished because the justice system requires you to prove whatever you claim. However, it cannot be proven since there is nothing to tie them to the act itself.

The reason behind that is simple. They don't do the bloody work themselves. They have money to spare so they hire a professional to erase the nuisance from their perfect little world. That is where underground crime organizations take the stage.

Hiring a contract killer is easy if you have the money, but they never had a whole sole organization dedicated to themselves until Andras Mabuz came along.

Contract killers were mostly people who worked privately under their own terms or were part of a bigger crime organization. There were a few setbacks of hiring private or crime organization killers. But that issue was resolved when Andras Mabuz started the very first assassin organization, The Waltz of the Dead. The Waltz of the Dead grew fast and became the place to go if you were in need of an angel of death. In the Waltz of the Dead, you are given many methods of death to befall the requested target. Also, they offer a price range which was quite beneficial for even the lesser people of money. Andras Mabuz himself even though young had a long list of people whose lives he had taken.

Each killer under Andras was to keep a record of the names and basic info of the people they had killed. This was due to his belief that it was the responsibility of a killer to remember them when they are united in hell. Also, for the possibility that if someone comes looking for revenge, you would know who the hell they were talking about and if you had actually killed the said man. Since dying with confusion would be the worst feeling ever!

Of the many people who hire contract killers, there are many big names as anyone would have expected. Andras does not bloody his hands with the normal clients unless he was bored. However, when big names come specifically and say the magic sentence, 'I will pay whatever it takes', then it is a job that the boss has to take on for it is obviously the most appropriate thing.

Those days are becoming rather rare. Due to the qualifications being rather high. So Andras Mabuz has been leading a rather normal life. Living in his massive mansion outside the city. Checking up on his 30 contract killers in the headquarters that basically ran itself, but as the founder and the boss, he appeared every single day, if he could help it, to keep his influence and authority over the killers. In the woods close to his mansion, he liked to take walks at night. Sometimes he did visit the city for a night of pleasure and good drink. Those were his days.

Then came one of those rare days.

An ill aging woman with old fortune came to Waltz of the Dead. She requested a meeting with the best killer that she could hire. She was guided directly to Andras' office. The old woman did not even bother introducing herself to the man she was going to hire to kill her own bloodline. She simply placed the heavy black suitcase that she had been carrying with much difficulty on the coffee table. She snapped it open and then turned it towards the man that she figured to be the infamous Andras Mabuz.

Andras couldn't help, but to smirk at the old woman standing in front of him. The woman presented him a briefcase that was to be his prize for the kill. A briefcase holding ten 400 oz gold bars. He got up from his seat and offered the lady a seat. The woman sat and she had an aura of dignity.

Money.

Andras could smell it on her. This woman put status and money above everything, it was clear to Andras. Most people that walked into his office were that kind of people. Sitting back and leaning on his desk he asked, "So Lady Mallory, who is it that you wish for me to personally erase that you have brought me such a golden reward?" Andras could tell that she was a bit caught off guard with him knowing her, but again anyone who has picked up a magazine would recognize Lady of the old Mallory Family that was shrouded in mystery and was always in the spotlight. She recovered fast and her face unchanging she replied, "The soul that resides on the last floor of The Glass Tower. I want you to erase that person from the face of this Earth." The rest of the contract was written down and signed on. The payment was received. Now all that was left was for Andras to do what he was best at.

Kill.

The day of the kill came running. Andras had counted the days down. It had been a long time since his last kill and he had been itching for a sport to ease his building nerves.

Instructions to get to the last floor were given to him beforehand by his contractor. The job was going to be a piece of cake. In and out. So, he had expected it to be.

Entering the Glass Tower by the back door which was only set for a selected few assured that no one would see Andras getting into the building. No cameras were placed throughout the walk from the back door to the special elevator that would take him directly to the last floor. This was becoming too easy and boring that it was killing off Andras' mood for killing. The elevator ride was only, but a few minutes. When with a click of a sound the elevator doors opened, all that Andras came to face was darkness. The only source of light was the one from the elevator. This new dark development made Andras a bit more excited about this job.

Walking in the darkness with ease since he was used to navigating his way through the darkness of even the blackest of nights in the woods, he searched many rooms for the soul that he was to erase. Andras had begun to doubt the existence of a person in this dark world when suddenly as he opened a door, something or more like someone bumped into him with great force. Being caught off guard by the softness that he felt pressed on his chest, he lost his balance and fell to the floor. For a few minutes, he was frozen stiff unable to move as he felt this soft small body fit perfectly against his own.

So, the person that he was to kill was of the opposite gender. Not that it changed anything.

Melting from his frozen state he pushed the girl off him and deciding that he had had enough of 'hide and seek' for one night, he turned on the lights of the room he had entered. What he came face to face with changed something in him.

The girl sleeping on the shiny marble floor surrounded by long strands of black hair captivated Andras as no one had ever before. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He took a step closer, closer, and closer until he was looking down at her directly. He had no idea why, but he suddenly had the urge to touch her gentle soft looking face. As he caressed her face, he was surprised that the girl continued her adventures in dreamland.

Continuing his own adventure of exploring this little girl's face, he came upon her slightly parted lips. Pale pink lips that seemed to be begging to be kissed. He was about to give in to temptation when he remembered that he was tasked with killing this girl and not kissing her. Then a little thought ran through his head. 'What the client won't know wouldn't hurt her, now would it?' Before thoughts of how it was morally wrong or that it wasn't really something a professional killer should be doing could make him hesitate more, he gently took the girl's upper lips into his own and savored her taste. That was when the girl's slightly parted lips closed capturing Andras' lips, making his heart jump a little for what it felt as though she was kissing him back. This spark that he was feeling across his body was something new to him. It filled all his soul with warmth. The warmth that he thought he didn't need in the type of world that he lived in. A sound came from under him interrupting his analysis of the warmth.

The girl moved under him and she slowly opened her eyes.

As soon as she opened her dark blue eyes she met a set of piercing silver eyes that seemed to be staring through her and into her empty soul. The silver eyes darkened and that was when the girl noticed the soft warm feeling on her lips. This complete scenario and feeling were bizarre and foreign to her. But as the man on top of her released her lips from his, she craved for the feeling to be returned to her. Not knowing what came over her, in a spur of the moment, she grabbed hold of the man's face as she sat up and looked at him dead in the eyes. Blue and silver ignited with each other, and Andras couldn't stop himself after seeing the pleading in this little girl's eyes that begged him to kiss her again. He closed the space between their lips and let them meet again, but this time in a deeper sense. The taste of this girl was addictive to his senses. She was unresponsive for mere moments before she started kissing him back. Her lips moving against his in perfect rhythm. He fought down a moan that was trying to escape his throat. He deepened the kiss instead, but then pulled back as both of them were out of breath. Looking at the girl in front of him fragile and innocent-looking, panting for air as her chest bounced up and down with her cheeks flushed, the thought that ran through Andras' head was, "I want to keep this one."