Thread: The Reaping {Victor Kane & Enigma_x}

Eisenheims orbs narrowed at the falling glass and suddenly changed their hue from stone grey ones to the normal crimson tint they had. Amidst the public and mortals he had to conceal his red eyes since they werent natural, and he for one liked to have them turn back to the color they once were, when he was a mere mortal and ordinary human. It was just a matter of seconds before the femme would be put to rest but once again, something interfered with his plan and like before it was a witch. Impudent cunts. Fucking witches! The words left his maw in a low hiss as a few vessels popped out of the skin of his forehead. Clearly he was pissed and foul language was something that emanated from him when he was frustrated. He swallowed hard, taking a sip of his bitter hot coffee in attempts to dissipate his anger. Everything was perfect. His calculations were on spot but Eva Whitbane had luck on her side. Eisenheim was getting a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach that this was going to be a hard case. However there was another angle at play here. The reaper felt challenged and he had never been challenged like this in over a century. This initiated a rare feeling of excitement inside him, a feeling that was going to make him bend the rules of the game a bit too far. The mischievous delinquent inside him fluttered, feeding on his own frustration to push him to take things further in terms of playing around with his prey. Silently Eisenheim got up from his seat, his eyes turning back to stone grey as he decided to leave the caf. The fact that he got her hurt lowered the disappointment of his failure. At least he was able to attain a minor objective. He spent the day lazily following her and the other witches around from a distance. It was later in the evening that he observed something strange. The women were picking dresses and getting ready for something. Eisenheim had done his homework on Greenfield and he did know about the Masquerade ball at the Grand Hall but the unique turn of events had pushed that fact to the back of his mind. It took him a while to realize everything and this gave him ideas, the wrong sort. He was going to attend this ball and now he was going to mingle with his prey. It was the perfect opportunity to have some fun. He would be anonymous to her and he could be off the grid for a while. No one from the bureau would suspect anything. The history of the ball was something that made him laugh. He knew very well that witches had been attending this since it began and the fact that this event was where the hunter mingled with its prey since the day of its inception even made it more intriguing. He was certainly going and he was certainly going to dance with Eva. 1000 PM. Day 1 was a few hours shy of being over. In cases of deviants like that of Eva Whitbanes, protocol was that the reaper assigned to the case had to report his status to his superiors by the end of each day, which meant that Eisenheim had to report his progress to his boss so to speak, by midnight. The bureau worked like clockwork and in his world everything had to be on time however for tonight he was willing to gamble on being late for reporting as his plans for the night might take him past midnight. The playing field was leveled for the dance. Eisenheim had taken his hat off and handed it at the reception along with his long black trench coat. He was now without powers, a mere human who was just immortal. These could be very dangerous for him if something were to happen. He was practically defenseless but the risk was worth all the fun and twisted amusement he hoped to gain from tonights antics. The grand hall was elegantly decorated and the ambience hinted of tradition morphing with changing trends into an amalgamation that was classy yet modern. This was evident from the various types of gowns, costumes and suits the patrons wore. Not to mention the masks. They were fancy and looked as if they were crafted specifically for this occasion. Since he could see through the masks without his hat, Eisenheim had made sure to get a glimpse of Eva so he could spot her at the ball. It was easy finding her. She didnt stand out but he knew what he was looking for and he easily found her. Silky black paired well with the blonde, not to mention the rubies that her pendant, earrings and masks donned. They certainly made a statement and gave her a look that spelled mystery and sexiness. Contrary to her, the reaper did somewhat stand out. He didnt have anything special to wear so he was here in his jet black suit and matching silk tie that was tucked behind the buttoned suit jacket. The rest of the men were in tuxedos and old fashioned suits and everyone had a bowtie or something fancy. He didnt have time to go pick clothes so he was here in his work attire, his so called uniform. However he wasnt ill dressed. The suit was well tailored for his strong and tall physique, his shirt crisp and the white standing out from under the black. But Eisenheim did have a thing for a bit of theatrics and thus he wore silver skull cufflinks which shimmered in the yellow light when he moved his arms. His visage was shrouded by a half face mask that covered his forehead completely and the left hemisphere of his face. It was bronze in color with tiny holes poked through it in clusters. This was something he picked out from a shop. He couldnt come without a mask and this was perfect since it made his stone grey eyes stand out and even displayed the lower right half of his face so anyone seeing him could get a hint of his expressions. He kept watching Eva from a distance, waiting for the right time to approach her. She wasnt dancing yet but he hoped the flow of things would get to her soon. This was going to be something peculiar for Eisenheim too. The man had been working as a reaper for four centuries and in all this time he had rarely touched a woman since the rules forbade him from doing such a thing. The atmosphere was getting to him he was old, very old but looked young and vibrant, like a man in his mid-twenties since this was the age at which time was frozen for his body. However his mind had so many memories that sometimes events like these would make him reminisce. His attention was being diverted by recollections of the past, from a time when he was normal, from a time when Death had not chosen him yet. This was four centuries ago, a time very different from the current one. His mind was soon engulfed with flashbacks and he was lost for a few seconds in his memories, unaware of his surroundings. In his previous life, he was a street magician and illusionist who traveled from town to town, earning little coin for showing people intricate tricks which they thought were magic. Some even called him a wizard and cursed him. It was a time when magic was considered a taboo and unholy craft. However he wasnt a real magic user. He only had tricks up his sleeve and used deception to cast illusions. He was well versed in his craft but not very famous and most days he barely made enough coin to feed himself. He traveled a lot, performing at various events sometimes to leave the crowd in awe and receive a loud applause. The masquerade ball was giving him flashbacks from the very few performances of his life where he tended to an elite crowd. His head was filled with sounds of people cheering, women gasping. These memories calmed him down even more, bringing out wisps of mirth from within his grim heart. However this reminiscence was short lived and he soon returned back to the current times. When his senses returned back to the ball, he had lost sight of Eva. It took him a few glances to spot her. To his surprise she was dancing with a rather uniquely dressed man. The reaper carefully observed the femme twirl and sway around with the man. It wasnt hard to make out that she wasnt enjoying it. But seeing her move around in that manner and in her plain dress that rather suited her pretty well, he was being drawn towards her, finding it hard to keep his eyes off her. When he saw her averting her dance partners gaze, Eisenheim finally gave in to the temptation and made his move. His shiny black oxfords tapped on the wooden floor with his gait as he drew closer to her. What he was about to do was plain out rude but something told him she would ditch her partner for him. He was willing to gamble on this even thought his instinct was telling him to stay away and stop with this childish satisfaction of his pride and ego. But the idea of dancing with the one you were soon going to kill was far too captivating. Would the lady do me the honor of a dance? He extended his hand out to the blonde, eyes starring right at her in a piercing gaze. He completely ignored the man she was with, using their slow pace as an opportunity to make his move. There was a small grin on his face half of which could be seen from the uncovered right side of his face. Paired with the bronze mask it gave him a mildly sinister look. He was there to steal her away and all she needed to do was take his hand.