Thread: The Reaping {Victor Kane & Enigma_x}

I shower from time to time. Eisenheim chuckled and eased into the dance. He was surely enjoying swaying around with her. She knew what she was doing very well evident from the way she spun and retreated back into the males arms. He had his arm coiled a bit tighter around her now. The night is still young. Who knows what I might get to see. I might even like it. He cooed out dipping his head between the pair so his low voice could be clear amidst the music. He was well aware of her hands crawling up his chest. She was confident, just as he had expected her to be and he liked it. However he was getting too carried away with this endeavor and the notion of time had completely skipped his mind. The hand on her back slipped off whilst he spoke and dug into the pocket of his jacket to take out his pocket watch. The hand of the watch was almost about to strike one which meant day one was almost over and he had to report his progress at midnight sharp. Eisenheim was too engulfed in the fun making the fact that Eva could see the strange watch he was looking at, slip his mind. This could arouse suspicion within her if she looked carefully. After all who carried a strange pocket watch with only seven digits? Her offer was tempting and the reaper could feel himself wanting to have more fun with her. Everything about her spelled danger for him since the risk of exposure was high but he liked to play things on the edge. This rush of excitement was too high to ignore. He was quick to put the watch back in his pocket as if it was a mere glitch of a few seconds interrupting their dance. The thought of killing two birds with one stone was jammed into his head and so he made her an offer to see if she was indeed as tempted as him to find out more about each other. Eisenheim leaned in further, brushing the exposed part of his cheek against hers as his lips found her ear. His footwork had slowed down, and his arm now coiled around her back, pulling her closer. He took a fraction of the moment to relish this closeness with his prey and enjoy her warmth and the scent of sandalwood. I hate to be Cinderella but it is almost midnight and I need to vanish. But let me leave you with a glass slipper. Being a magician and stage performer, he still knew some of his old tricks. Letting go of her hand to stop the dance, he brought his fingers up to her other ear and gave it a flick before conjuring up a small card which was obviously hidden in his sleeve. The card was of a bar, one with a more traditional architecture when it came to bars and hotels in Greenfield. The Witchs Cauldron was a one of the towns oldest bars and was rooted with the towns history of witches. The bars name and address was printed on the white card in fancy lettering. Once he handed her the card, Eisenheim retreated and took a few steps back. He gave her a small bow for the dance and smirked. If it isnt past your bedtime, you can find me there an hour after midnight. We might even talk about your other choices. It was bold and cocky move but he wanted to push her a little more and see if she was really willing to share a drink with someone like him. Without further delay the reaper left the Grand Hall taking his trench coat and hat from the reception as he exited. Day 2 Youre late Klaus. One of the three men standing in front of Eisenheim spoke to him in an authoritative tone. It was ten minutes past midnight and Eisenheim was slightly late. The bureau however was rarely flexible when it came to timings and rules. I thought I made it clear that I do not like being called that. Eisenheim retorted with a hint of irritation. Eisenheim was his surname and stage name from before he was in this business Klaus was his given name. When he joined the bureau, he preferred that all the others called him by his surname, since this was away to leave the past away. The three other reapers were dressed like Eisenheim long trench coats, fancy suits and hats. The one that was addressing him was his superior and the one overseeing this operation. And I thought you should remember your place Klaus. Gordon grumbled harshly. Gordon was one of those men who took it very personal when someone tried to challenge his authority and this was why he and Eisenheim were not on good terms. I see that you were off the grid for a while. You can have your fun but keep in mind were watching you. Those words were a threat that was not to be taken lightly. But Eisenheim didnt pay much attention to it. He had other things on his mind, mainly Eva Whitbane and whether she would come to the Witchs Cauldron or not? The meeting ended after he briefed the three reapers on his findings but before they departed Gordon gave yet another ultimatum to him. Finish the job within four days or Ill be forced to step in myself. 100 AM, Day 2. Now this was something Eisenheim wasnt going to be late for. In fact he arrived at the bar a bit early. To make things interesting he was wearing the mask again and had his trench coat folded besides him and hat on the table. He was seated at booth opposite to the entrance, right at the back which gave him a view of whoever entered the bar. He wasnt alone in wearing masquerade masks, since there were a lot of people here who come straight from the ball in search of something fun. The place was a tribute to the history of witchcraft in the down, evident from the dcor that varied from photographs and paintings to skulls and spell books. That was the reason he called her here. The place certainly carried a different atmosphere with its upbeat music and dcor, even though the crowd here was mostly from the Grand Hall Ball. Eisenheim was fairly excited, his eyes being glued to the entrance, waiting to see if a familiar figure would pop in. Once again his hat was off but he didnt care. He was hell bent on bending the rules for this. The small encounter during the dance had made him even more interested in his prey.