Thread: The Reaping {Victor Kane & Enigma_x}

Eva drew from the cigarette lodged between her index and middle finger as she exhaled the smoke her mind was clearly elsewhere. Ana would be having a fit if she was around to see her sister indulging in her disdainful habit again. As powerful as Witches were, illness could touch them. Eva knew this, of course. She didnt care, not now. It was needless to say the petite witch was ignorant to the plan conspiring against her. It was almost as if she were a lamb to the slaughter no real chance to defend herself. As the loud bang echoed throughout the air the female immediately honed in on the sound, only to feel a large gust of wind force her body backward. It happened in a blur. For the second time in a few days she was cast down onto a cold, hard floor with an audible thud. A searing pain stemmed from her thigh, immediately causing confusion. A few of the coven raced over. Maria could manipulate wind no doubt shed been the one to cast Eva back. A slow breath escaped her throat as she remained on the ground, slowly easing her body up to rest on her elbows. Her hues widened as she gazed at the shattered glass covering the road a small piece was lodged firmly in the flesh of her thigh, thankfully, it was dead centre, not her inner thigh where it may have severed a vital artery. Eva! Maria rushed over, her face that of horror and confusion. Hold still, It seemed a crowd was gathering, this was bad. They couldnt cast magic in front of humans. Maria, just pull it out. The older woman frowned toward the blonde, And let you bleed everywhere? Work with me here, we need to close the wound. Eva knew exactly what she meant. Heat something, place it against the wound. It would be one of the worst pains shed ever felt no doubt. Theres too many, you have to call an ambulance. Much to Marias disdain, Eva was right. Witches didnt like outside help, they had more than enough power and tonics to induce quickened healing. ---- The rest of her afternoon was spent in the emergency room. Several stitches and panic later, Eva was allowed out. Youve been unlucky these past few days. Maria thought aloud. Do you feel as if youve been cursed? It was rare, but certain magical beings could form curses. They were dark, complicated and savage pieces of magic that witches were forbidden to cast for obvious reasons. Not only did it affect the cursed but it would affect the very one casting the spell. Nothing in this world was for free, after all. No, I dont feel cursed. I feel fucking unlucky. Eva huffed lightly as they arrived home. Maria didnt hesitate to begin mixing a few different tonics in the kitchen it was her more favoured hobby. They worked, but they tasted like ground pieces of dirt, herbs and blood exactly what they were. Eva wasnt amused with the idea of being pumped full of tonic along with several spells cast over her. Honestly, the medication the hospital had given her for the pain was enough. Eva just wasnt allowed to operate heavy machinery or drink neither of which she planned on doing. Well, she could debate dealing with the coven was like operating heavy machinery, these women were relentless. Guys! One of the younger witches rushed into the kitchen, several others of the coven joining as she began to wave around a leaflet. I completely forgot, its the masquerade tonight. Her eyes glimmered with excitement, Can we go? Maria cocked her brow as she turned to the group, tonic in hand. Eva? The blonde grunted softly as she sat with a mug of tea in her hands. If you come, we can go. Im not leaving you alone. Not after this afternoon. The gazes turned toward her suddenly she felt as if a pack of wolves were staring at a wounded buck. We have nothing to wear. Eva stated logically. It requires old school gowns. We dont just have those Several of the girls ran off. What? She glanced toward Maria. The older woman chuckled softly. You know they prepare for this. Its the only event they really get to dress up for. Eva allowed several curses to slip from her lips. Well, I cant go, I dont have anything to wear. Marias eyes lit up fuck. She wasnt escaping the event so easily. ---- The coven was soon arriving at the grand hall. The women flailed and rushed toward the doors, all to keen to have a night away from their average lives. Believe it or not, Witches also enjoyed fantasy. Such as those stories of princess and princes humans, really. A life without magic would be empty, but it would be less complex. Witches were supposed to find their match in other covens. It was a ritual that had gone on for centuries thankfully, Maria seemed to understand that sometimes they were better off alone than merging covens through marriage. As Eva entered the hall she glanced upward. Large, glowing chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Light trickled down over the grand hall, the old treated wooden floor looked rather appealing. Many people were already dancing. Several types of gowns were displayed. There were the Cinderella types that no doubt would have problems seating their dresses then there was the half mast type. It gave enough flare for the event but it remained less formal than the large gowns. Lastly, there was the kind that Eva voted for. Maria had given her several options. Much to her coven leaders dismay, shed picked a rather simple dress. It clung to her curved frame the silk material felt good against her skin thats all that mattered. A slight slit ran its way up toward her bandage, which happened to be covered by a garter. Thankfully, the dress covered it unless she was walking in long strides. You realise if you wore this while you were in that age youd be named a harlot? Eva couldnt help but allow a mischievous grin to cover her lips. Or a witch? Maria snorted, edging Eva toward the dance floor. Several women had opted for the less dated look, at least she wasnt alone in that. Eva wore her curls up in a rather tightly wound bun, keeping any stray strands firmly in place. The black silk that clung to her was decorated by a small ruby pendant that hung from her neck on a loose link chain. It was old it happened to be her mothers. Along with the matching tear drop shaped rubies hanging from her ears. She wasnt the type to conform, that was partially why she chose to wear what she had. The coven wished to go, so she went. But shed be damned if she dressed up like a woman hungering for a prince to sweep her off her feet. That didnt happen in their world. The large room boomed with music, soon couples began to meet, dancing together. It seemed so perfectly magical. Eva could only snort at the thought no doubt witches had been attending this ball since its very first run. This town had a history of burning witches these balls were a couple of times a year to raise the hopes of the towns people. It was to bring joy and excitement. How little they knew. Theyd been dancing with the enemy for as long as this tradition had been spanning for. Little did Eva know, she was falling into the same trap. A handsome man dressed in a mix of burgundy and grey approached her. His choice in clothing was ghastly, clearly he was trying to keep with the dress code. Shall we? The mask that covered her face was black, matching the dress she wore. Small red gems glistened around the edges of the mask. It wasnt enough to hide her disapproval at his offer, it didnt seem to hold him back from offering out his hand. The mask he wore was frilled, it didnt hide his faded blue hues. Eva wasnt especially keen on dancing with anyone, but what the hell. It was only when he placed his hands on her clearly defined hips that she began to feel awkward. Nevertheless, they swayed to the music he soon gripped her hand and lifted her arm, giving her a swift spin which she of course aided before being pulled back against his chest. Eva had to bite back a growl at the action. It was only when she averted her gaze from him in an effort to escape the intimate seeing that she noticed a man that caught her eye. Now if hed asked her to dance, her skin wouldnt be crawling the way it currently was.