All Chapters of Dance with a dead one: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Jack point of view: Before 16 years: I didn't understand why she kept his name a secret. I can protect them both, doesn't she know that? I don't care how many dead ones I will meet because of her. I don't care how many existences I will ruin because of her. I don't care if I broke a rule to take what isn't mine, because of her... For the first time, I feel alive not because of blood but Because Of Her. I watch her face which looked so innocent but her mind was somewhere else. She sat on her sofa with a tea in her hands. her fingers were tipping the cup, she was nervous. I tried to hear every sound from outside but everything looked normal. My body was tensed then usually, my demons were all the time alarmed I wanted that this dead one would come to her I will be waiting for him in the shadows around her. "It" had hurt her and she was still afraid to talk about her past. But I don't need to know everything that I would give him what he deserves. -"You

 Before 16 yearsJack point of view:Bang! Vince's doors almost broke when I closed them angrily behind my back. I was breathing hard as if I had a marathon, but I wasn't tired. I was furry. How she can act so calm when she sees a death standing by her side. How could I think that I can save her when I am the most dangerous thing for her. How I could think that she can save me.Vince's eyes grew wide when he saw my dark face covered with blood. I took off my black hoody and showed myself to him. - " I need you" Vince, I breathed heavily the words with a husky tone. But I didn't say his name loudly. It sounded more in my head than from my mouth. And I didn't like the way I heard my voice in my mind... Like asking for help, and not as an order.My voice calmed him from the view of my dirty clothes and face. The master's orders are more important than his confusion or his fear of what is happening. Of what happened to me and what is waiting

- " Long, long time ago, when there weren't cars, phones or electricity, in the world there was a land and it was a very dark place to live." Sniff, sniff, she breathed her watering nose. Lilliana brushed her tears with her elbow and at the exact moment, her tears were imbibed by her sweater. She smiled at Maggie in pretending that she isn't sad at all. Was she sad because of me? I lowered my body under her balcony I had to hear her voice. For almost three weeks I didn't see her. It is harder than I thought: to keep my distance away from her. Her skin was so pale. She had circles under her eyes I think she lost some weight too. And still, she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. But if I have to keep my distance in saving her life I will do it, no matter what pain it costs for me. " There wasn't much food, winters were cold and long, summers were hot and dry. There were more hungry mouths than the land could feed them.  Do you know why the world became so dark

After 16 years: Maggie's point of view: -"We don't have time for this, he is fast I already can sense him. We must go, now."  Stranger's voice sounded authorial but also with a fear... does he afraid of Jack? Of course, he does. Who wouldn't? Even if he sounds worried and still his voice sends chills down my skin. I looked at an old man, he went off from his shadows through YoYo and stopped near me with Baba. finally, I could see his face. His eyes were directed to me if nobody would exist anymore, not even time or people, just me and an old man. He had a beard of two weeks and grey hair, he looked like 60 years old and still he was very handsome. He wasn't tall or very muscular, but his body looked strong, even if it was hidden by a suit, I still felt, he wasn't weak. -"You better go home, old man." YoYo threatened, he took from his sleeve a knife, it was long, almost like a sword. How the hell he carried it all the time there? And why he carries a knif

Maggy's point of view: -"Where we are going?" I asked with a voice full of worries and anxiety. was it a good idea to go with him? He didn't answer me...His eyes are all the time on the road, sometimes an old man looks at me from the mirror.  His gaze travels to me more and more often. I began to feel somehow unsafe. With this feeling, my hands tried to hug me and cover my body from his eyes. Sus's dress doesn't help me at all. It shows my body more than I wish... That confidence which I had when I went to the club is far away what I feel now. What if he is some of old creeper or raper or even worse...one of a psychopath. His look is strange... Nobody is wearing that cap on nowadays, well not in his age...at least not in a city, well maybe in a village, in Texas... Hmm, how psychopath looks? I heard that they look like normal people, maybe one of those quiet persons... You know, those men with glasses and a kind smile, who are slim, and not physically st