My Black Heart

Chapter Three

For a few minutes, my guests were stunned into complete silence. Some were having a very difficult believe what they had just witnessed, and I could not blame them for that. Robin's expression disappointed. I would have thought, by now, that he was used to my murderous ways. A smile played its way onto my lips.

            "Now your host is here," I began. "Let the party begin." I told them. Each and every one of them fell out of silence. Some screamed horrifyingly. Some yelled out their frustrations and anger. Some even congratulated me on my murder. Not one of them trusted me. Slowly, I led them all back into the castle, and then through into the ballroom. The room was one of the most beautiful in my home, with its high ceiling which had an intricate design on it and its grand staircase that led down to it. I was proud of my design skills, as it was I who had chosen how this room would look.

The soft classical music began to play, and after I sent calming thoughts into the minds of my guests, they began to dance. I stood at the top of the grand staircase in my flattering dress, watching each and every one of them. San had joined me there while the other coven members were watching for problems after my brutal display.

            "You grow ever more evil each day," San whispered over the music. I turned to face him.

            "Is it a problem, my friend?" I asked him. His face did not betray any of his emotions, and I would not allow myself to read his mind. It would be breaching their trust in me, so I did not read my coven members' minds unless it was absolutely necessary.

            "Not at all, my lady, I was most impressed with your display tonight," he said. I was used to compliments from San. He gave them to me once or twice a day, not able to control his feelings for me.

            "Thank you, San, but please be honest with me," I pleaded. It was a shame that even my coven was scared of me.

            "I always am, my lady, I always am," he said, and I could tell he meant it. I kept on forgetting that San was a murderer before he became a member of my Coven.

            "It is appreciated that you are, my friend, now, would you please use your power to light the candles on the chandeliers? It is getting rather dark in here," I asked him. He nodded, and raised his hands. Tiny sparks of fire shot from each finger tip and landed on each candle in the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. I could have done this myself with ease, but I had to keep my friends in practise.

            "Is that fine, my lady?" he questioned looking for my approval.

            "Perfect," I said. He smiled at my compliment.

            "Care to dance, my lady?" he asked daringly. I nodded, and he took my hand and led me down the stairs to the ballroom floor. In the corner of my eye, I could see Robin watching us in amazement.

San took hold of my waist and held one of my hands, and we began to turn to the music. I looked into his ebony eyes and tried to lose myself inside them, but as always, I felt nothing. Sometimes it would have made it much easier if my mind would let me fall in love with San, but I knew I was far too evil to be capable of it. My heart was not worth being loved, as all it cared for was blood and death. It would thrive off the death and pain of others, and was buzzing from the death of Sir Harry. We danced for around half an hour, through six whole songs, one of which was my favourite. The clock struck midnight, and I finally moved away from San, and called the entire coven to me.

            "Is everything alright, sister?" Robin asked me, and I nodded. It was time to give my guests some more entertainment.

I held both of my hands above my head and shot sparks of red, blue, green and yellow from each finger, minus the thumbs. A display of element fireworks burst into life all around me, leaving the guests mesmerised yet again. My coven members each joined in with their own elements, adding to the mass of fireworks. The whole ballroom was filled with light, which the sprinkled down on to the guests making them feel light and happy. Even I, the mistress of evil, had to admire the beauty of it all. It was a stunning show of our talent and every single witness to it was impressed by its glory. Combining the elements into one last firework, I threw my hands up one last time and let out a spray of them everywhere. Even my coven members loved to see this as it was a new trick of mine. All in all, the night had been beautiful.

The end of the party finally drew closer, and I made my way to the top of the grand stair case once again.

            "My guests, to your uttermost disappointment, my party has drawn to a close," I told them. Each one's head dropped and there were groans of disappointment. "I hope that you have enjoyed your visit to my castle, and you are all welcome back again, as long as you remember the reason you were here. If any one of you betrays me and turns to King John, you will be executed by none other than myself. Goodnight to you all," I concluded. They all turned away, and I asked my coven members to lead them out.

Tiredly, I went back to my chambers. The night had fatigued me, as I had used my powers extravagantly with the murder and the fireworks. I went out to cool off on the balcony once more, and watched my guests leave. I felt the first person step out of the territorial barrier, and could feel that their state of mind had changed rapidly. As soon as they were out of my bounds, their minds had returned to normal and all sense of happiness and security had vanished. I could hear screams as more and more of them left, finally realising the murder that I had just committed. I smiled to myself as I realised that none of these people would ever think of betraying me, as each and everyone knew that they would have certain death if they did.

Was I really that evil? Yes, I thought to myself. I really was. When I was younger I had been a sweet child, but it had changed in a short number of years. It pained me to think of the reason why, so I shut it out of my mind as I usually did. Instead I thought of the King's expression when he heard that his secret assassin had died. I would get Oliver, who had a talent at writing in different styles, to write a letter, pretending to be a guest at my party, explaining what had happened to his poor knight. I wished that I could be there to see it, as it would be priceless. He would definitely be confused to how every single knight or spy he sent to my castle would end up dead. The King himself would never know the true extent of my powers unless he turned up on my doorstep himself, and as he was a coward, that time was not going to come very soon at all.  

After closing the curtains to the balcony window, I took of my dress, thankful that it had done its duty of making me beautiful, and put on my night gown. I climbed into my grand four poster bed and reflected on the night. Being evil surely did have its perks, I thought. Tonight had been important, and I had finally accomplished gaining the trust of my fellow magicians, even if each and every one of them despised me for what I had shown them. The King was never going to conquer my own private kingdom of malevolence.