Thread: The Reaping {Victor Kane & Enigma_x}

Of course Eisenheim had spotted Eva as soon as she entered, the red jewels she wore being the first thing to capture his attention. He wasnt going to wave or do something to catch her attention. No, he would silently wait after all she was the one who was supposed to find him. All he did was observe her swaying hips and the black silk that flowed with it as she drew nearer. To say he was impressed was definitely an understatement. He loved the aura of confidence that surrounded her because the inner demon inside him wanted to exploit a weakness out of her and use it without exposing himself. He had been observing her closely for the past twenty-four hours and she still managed to intrigue and surprise him. Oh just feeling in my gut. I like to gamble on many things and you telling me about your other choices was a gamble. Im sure youve noticed this. Im not from around here. The reaper responded adding an equivalent amount of honey to his deep voice to match the purr that danced from her lips. But I picked this place just for you. Im sure you know the stories about the Grand Hall Ball. It was clear by the way she touched the bronze mask shrouding his face that she wanted it gone. Eisenheim didnt shift his grey hues from her bright green ones, not for one moment whilst he spoke. The stories about how the witches would mingle with the locals who despised them and dance with them at the ball. What are the odds that I might find a dame who can cast a spell or two on me? It only seemed fighting to choose this place dont you think? The males hands were laid flat on the table but Eva was distracted and he used this opportunity to quietly take an earring off one of her ears. He had very light fingers, part of his training from his days as a stage performer. When he was done talking he brought his hand between them and wiggled the ruby earring. Youre paying too much attention to what is in front of you my dear. We have all night to talk about your choices but lets first talk about your choice of red. Eisenheim let slip a snicker from betwixt his lips as he placed the earring down next to his black bowler hat and leaned back against the leather seat. Never trust a man with slippery fingers. Who knows what they might slip into? A wide grin enveloped his visage along with the rise of his brow to match the look. Lets play a game. Ill ask you about some of your choices and you can ask me about mine. One question at a time. But there is a catch. With each question you get to take something of mine and I get to take something of yours. So. For a moment there, Eisenheim almost let slip her name, that being the reason for the minor pause. It soon dawned on him that she hadnt introduced himself and neither had he. Such a mistake could cost him dearly, since he knew a thing or two about her. Chose wisely. I go first. I like the pendant. Seems old but very precious. Is it a family heirloom? For starters I've taken your earring off. He pointed at the earring next to his hat. He then slowly exhaled and intertwined his fingers as he waited for a response. It did look suspicious that he had no phone, no drink nor and an old fashioned hat. But his attention was captivated by her features. He admired how well-crafted she was because it was rare that he found a woman as sexy as he found her. This encounter was not only arousing his curiously but also his suppressed carnal needs. Reapers were strictly forbidden the pleasures of alcohol, women and other intoxicants. But every now and then some of the high ranking ones would find loopholes to evade Deaths strict gaze and indulge in forbidden pleasures. However none of them ever mingled with their prey or person of interest. That was one rule no one in the Bureau broke and Eisenheim would probably be the first to commit this crime would could result in him terminated if he was caught, but the risk just added more to the rush and thrill that came with doing something like this. It was funny how he hated witches and considered them to be a pest yet it was the blonde witch in front of him who was bringing to the point of taking such a risk. Maybe it was the eerie satisfaction he felt that he was going to fool around with his prey, a witch, before killing her that made him so pumped with excitement .