Thread: The Reaping {Victor Kane & Enigma_x}

Pesky little witch. You cant really trust anything these days. The words came out as a harsh hiss. Eisenheim blinked his red hues furiously as the snake combusted and burnt to a crisp due to the witchs spell. He had been observing through the snakes eyes and it wasnt a pleasant feeling seeing the fireball hurl towards it. It almost felt like Eisenheim himself was on fire. He sighed in disappointment as his first dirty trick had failed but he was half expecting it to fail since witches were never easy. He had been dealing with witches who interfered in the Plan for a long time and this brew up a certain dislike for their kind within him. They always made his job difficult. While he was busy looking through the diary, the lines of the Plan suddenly showed an abnormal deviation which surprised the reaper. This is not right. What the. He looked up and saw the blonde outside and in rage. He was well hidden behind the trees, using the darkness to his advantage and adding a bit of his powers to make him nearly invisible. A devious snicker danced out of his maw when he observed her demeanor and heard her rant. Pathetic. Who the fuck are you calling pathetic little witch. We have rules that we need to follow. He muttered to himself, clenching the diary rather harshly betwixt his hand. His work was lonely and grim to say the least, and so he had a bad habit of talking to himself most of the time. Her words did get to him a bit, but he wasnt stupid to let his anger or dislike for witches get the best of him. He had to stay focused and remain hidden. Being discovered was against the rules and could land him in serious trouble despite his high rank in the Bureau of Expiration. He could even be terminated. For a minute he stood watching her as silence took over. The only audible sounds were those of the leaves blowing and the eerie whistle of the wind. Reapers always had a sinister aura encompassing them and if someone was smart enough and had the right amount skill in commanding magic, they could easily detect reapers. Eisenheims crimson orbs fixated on the gown Eva wore and the way it clung to her frame whilst the wind blew her hair. It was very theatric as if it were a scene taken out straight from a horror movie where the cute girl is about die in some horrific way. If only I was not bound by these rules.. but alas I must follow protocol. But that doesnt mean I cant play around with you. A sinister smirk enveloped Eisenheims grim visage as he decided to toy with her for a bit. Accidents happened anywhere and anytime. The reaper lightly snapped his finger and suddenly the wind stopped blowing. He was channeling a great deal of his power for this and he could only use this for a short time. Nature was something very hard to control even for the strongest of reapers. However his ego was at play here. Once the wind stopped, the power in the mansion went out, shrouding everything in darkness inside. The moon was hidden behind thick dark clouds tonight, so it was already pretty dark outside, giving him more advantage. Of course tricks like these werent going to kill Eva Whitbane nor did Eisenheim intend them too. He only meant to scare her. With another snap of his fingers, a large tree suddenly cracked fell in front of Eva, making a loud thud and sending off a swarm of leaves into the air. The wind started blowing again, but the reaper made sure it switched directions for a few seconds so the dusty leaves from the fallen tree could blow into the blondes face and disorient her. In a matter of seconds things went back to normal again and the power came back on. The wind whistled again, like it was before and the eerie silence with little sounds was back to play. The fallen tree was a warning for the blonde that she was not to meddle in his affairs, a hypocritical gesture when he himself was here to claim her life. Eisenheim remained in the dark and hoped that this would force her to back off but something about her was different. She was fiery for sure and fiery witches were always a problem. Death was surely watching this closely and Eisenheim knew that, because if there was something that Death did not like, it was when someone interfered in its plan. The hat that he wore was his connection to the Bureau and a way for Death and the Bureau to watch reapers. If he took his hat off he would be off the grid for a while which wasnt a problem as long as it wasnt too long. Go back inside now. Once again the man muttered to himself as he reopened the diary and watched the lines move about, trying to figure out a new way of killing her an making it look like an accident. He had to come up with something intricate and complex. She wasnt going to fall for petty tricks and the mansion was where her coven resided which could prove arduous for the man since he could sense that the witches inside were quite skilled in using magic. Day 1 had just begun, it was 230 AM and he had ample amount of time to plan things out. Gas explosion? .. No too risky. A lot of collateral damage involved. Car accident? . Too clich. Shed be expecting that. He began to get absorbed in his thoughts, figuring things out. He forgot about Eva, not bothering whether she even did go inside or she was still out and looking for him. Daylight was going to be a problem. He had to be extra careful during the day which made things difficult.