Perfect Evil

Chapter 5

She wrote neatly in the small notebook on her desk. Her handwriting curled and twisted itself over the creamy pages. With each swirl of the red pen more information was revealed, collected.

This notebook contained everything. Her plans, her history. She delicately wrote the events from earlier that day. Her writing small, yet still readable. Her notebook was neat and well preserved.

The pages at the start were slightly yellowed with age. It had a plain black, leather cover. Gold swirls embellished it. Making it look professional and expensive. It looked slightly worn round the edges. The condition had slowly deteriorated over the years. The most important part was still intact. The pages filled to the brim with as much as they could hold.

Iragon lay curled up on a small red cushion. His eyelids closed. He looked asleep. Though that was not true. He faked his slumber. He was searching through Iris's mind. Seeing what she was planning.

"Iragon, I know what you're doing. If you want to look at my plans, at least help me." She whispered in her silky voice. Stroking his head.

"Very well." He replied. He made his way into her mind again. Pointing out relevant thoughts and pushing them to the front of her mind. Her hand moved quickly over the page. Soon the cream pages were red. Notes and ideas rested over the paper.

This was one of the many ways she differed from other leaders. Other leaders generally didn't listen to their snakes. Neglected them even. Little did they realise that the snakes knew so much more than humans. They saw things that people didn't. She stroked his head again. She had befriended him with ease. He trusted her with everything. So she had done so back. He was the only creature that knew every detail. He would rather die than tell anyone. He was trustworthy. They had a mutual respect for each other. Unspoken but obviously there.

The snakes had a magical aspect to them. They could read minds, put thoughts into people's minds. They could also speak. Way back in 2020 the humans had found out about their extreme powers. So of course the humans being the greedy, power hungry race, stole the snakes for their own.

She sympathised with Iragon. He was nothing but an ornament to the normal low life's she reined over. A monument showing her immense control over them. Yet to her, he had a different meaning. He meant so much more. He was a knowledgeable source. He would do anything for her. He wanted revenge, she wanted power.

She stared out of the huge window. Looking out over her private cove and the clear blue sea. It was a beautiful evening. The sky looked as though it was a raging fire. A perfect hell. Yet she had worked furiously since she got back. Barely glancing at the clock.

The posh black phone on her desk buzzed. She pressed a button and her intern spoke through.

"We have a Mr Taylor to come and speak to you." The young mans voice rang loud and clear. She held down on another button.

"Send him up please Marcus." She replied. Quickly picking up her notebook and shoving it in the draw. Managing to lock it and sit down quickly as the lift doors opened revealing a hound man around the age of 20. He was one of the younger leaders. His hair was a bright blonde. His eyes a sinister grey. He had a handsome, chiselled face. His body was lean and muscly. He leaned his tall form against one of the marble pillars that framed the doorway. She eyed him. Looking him up and down. Admiring his appearance, he was pretty impressive for a human.

He smiled sexily at her. Walking up to her desk and leaning down. His cool, turquoise snake slithered off his neck. Delicately curling up on the cushion next to Iragon. They exchanged hisses, discussing many things that should not be heard by humans. Mr Taylor moved closer. His face was centimetres from hers. His cool breath was on her face. She looked up into his grey eyes. He smiled flirtatiously.

"Iris, we need to talk..."