Chapter 2

Reaver's POV

I giggled maniacally to myself, walking towards my Manor. How interesting? I have a little lookalike. I tapped my cane on the ground loudly with each second step, so the young man could hear me walking into my large home. As I walked up the front steps, one of my servants opened the giant front doors of my Manor, looking tiny in comparison. "Hello, Mister Reaver." He greets me. I kick off my tall boots, wet from the rain, and walk upstairs. My servant quickly picked up my wet boots from the floor, running off to clean and polish them, as another ran in to clean the floor. I walked into one room, it was a bedroom but of course I didn't use the bed in here. I opened one of the large cupboards, taking out an already planned outfit from a hanger, and get changed. I run my fingers through my hair, before placing my tall top hat, with steampunk type goggles, back on my head.

I couldn't stop thinking about that man I met on the way home, and I'm not sure why really. He really was one of the most attractive people I've ever met, I think to myself, I'd love to chat with him tonight, hopefully I can mess with his head, see his personality. I smiled just at the thought. I slipped on a pair of boots, put on my masquerade mask, grabbed my cane and walked downstairs to the room filled with people.

Brendon's POV

I changed out of my work clothes and into black trousers, tucking in my shirt and putting on a waistcoat. I grab out a black coat and bow tie and put them on, quickly brushing my hair and putting my top hat back on. I frowned, I couldn't stop thinking about Reaver. Yes, I was going to his party but there was something more, I couldn't quite understand what it was though... "Brendon? Are you ready to leave?" my best friend Spencer said walking into the room. I invited him so I had someone to talk to, and to keep me from being so scared of Reaver. "Yeah let's go!" I said, trying to sound excited, even though I was scared to the bone.

We walked up to the giant front doors of Reaver's Manor and there stood a short man with a list of invited guests. "Name?" He said, looking up at us, "Err," I hesitated, I hadn't given Reaver my name. "Oh, you must be mister Reaver's lookalike, yes right this way." He says, I put on my masquerade mask and start walking inside, when I hear "I'm sorry, but if you aren't invited you can't come in." the servant says, Spencer mumbles something but I don't hear him. "Spence," I begin to call out, "Just go without me, you'll be fine." he says already walking off. I frown but turn around and walk inside.

I walk into a big room of people, all dressed fancy with their masks. I look around and see Reaver walking around, chatting briefly to a few people here and there. I watch him, as he walks through the crowd of people, his long, skinny legs and his cane, his Dragonstomper .48 hooked into his belt at his waist, his long white coat, his heart-shaped tattoo under his eye, his dark hair, and his tall top hat, with goggles placed onto them, like I had too. "My, my, if it isn't my little duplicate Reaver!" He said grinning maniacally, walking in my direction. I gulped, forcing a swallow, trying to hold in my feat, "Hello Reaver," I say, slightly bowing. "Stand up young man." he said, tapping his cane. I looked up at him, I could feel the worried look on my face, but I tried to hide it. "Don't be scared," he said gently stroking my face. I took a step backward. "I wont bite... hard." Reaver says gently, winking. I felt a shiver run down my spine, he was creeping me out so much, but there was something else...

Suddenly I feel myself pinned against the wall, I look up and see Reaver smiling devilishly at me. "What, I-" I start spluttering out random words, all my fear starting to spit out of my mouth. "Get- off-" I say, trying to push him off me, but he was too strong. He was holding my arms against the wall, leaning over me. "Why? When this is so..." He says leaning into my face closer. I try not to show the fear on my face, staring into his eyes. "..exquisite." He finishes his sentence, in a quiet whisper. I feel his heavy breathing on my face and neck. "Let. Me. GO!" I yell, attempting to push him away again, but he was just too strong. "Oh, I will, in due time. But," He paused again, leaning in closer, "Only on one condition." He whispers. I look up at him confused. "What, what's the condition?" I asked hesitantly. Reaver unexpectedly grabbed me by the arm, pulling me somewhere. "Mister Reaver, sir, when will the games begin?" A woman asked in a playful tone. "Not until at least an hour." He said briefly, his mind elsewhere. I looked at the woman, scared, but she didn't take any notice of me. "Let go of me!" I yell. "STOP! Stop! You're ruining my image you fool!" Reaver says, turning back at me, still walking quickly through the large crowd of people. I can't help but laughing at how vain he is, "Oh, that would be a shame wouldn't it." I say jokingly. Reaver looks back at me with a raised eyebrow, taken back by my joking comment, but doesn't say anything and just continues dragging me through his manor.

He takes me through a door, pushing the girl leaning on it out of the way. The girl looks up at him, going to yell at him, before quickly realising it was Reaver, and instead started flirting with him. Reaver didn't take any notice of her though, and continued walking through the door and down the hall scattered with a few people here and there. "Where are we going?" I asked confused. For some reason, I was feeling slightly less scared, which made no sense to me at all. Reaver turned to a room, pushed the door open and pulled me inside, locking the door after him. I gulped nervously, looking around the room he brought me in. I looked at him, shocked. I was stuck alone in a bedroom with Reaver.