Brothers 3

Chapter 8

"Witches don't like vampires," Bonnie said. She was siting on one end of the sofa with her dressing gown on.

"Tell that to your father," James muttered. He was getting tired of listening to the same excuses. For days now he had been asking Bonnie to find him a witch and for days she had been coming home and telling him the same things. They didn't want to fight another witch, they don't want to help vampires, they didn't like his father enough to help. The list went on and on. Bonnie claimed that the ones who outright said they didn't like vampires were being honest and the rest were too scared to come out and say it.

"My father was an exception to the rule. In general witches think vampires are base creatures who enjoy the suffering of others."

James shrugged. They weren't totally wrong.

"We can pay them a lot. Did you open with that?"

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "This isn't like trading me chewing gum to let you into my playhouse, there isn't enough money in the world to make them risk their lives against another witch for the sake of a vampire."

James groaned. "I can't spend the rest of my life tied to Ella."

"That isn't very nice." Mrs. Greene was moving around them, mopping the floors. "She is a lovely girl."

James put his face in his hands and spoke past them. "Yes, Mrs. Greene, she is a delight but she won't be once she gets old and dies and I am still the same."

She nodded. "I hadn't thought of that."

James looked at Bonnie again. "There must be some witches who don't hate our kind."

"The only ones like that are the ones who don't even know that they are witches." Bonnie picked at her nail polish.

"That's it then."

Bonnie lifted her head. "What?"

"I have to find a witch who hasn't become a witch yet and help her to help me." James wondered how long it would take a new witch to learn how to help him. It was either wait or be stuck with Ella forever.

"That's stupid." Bonnie sneered. "Why would they help you?"

"Because I am so charming."

"You aren't cute anymore James. You can't get your own way just by smiling."

James glared at her. As if he ever got his own way when they were little.

Mrs. Greene spoke from the other side of the room over the squelching of the mop. "I am still in favour of giving Robert a call."

"No." James waved her off. "I can do this by myself."

"I suppose you can find your new witch alone too then." Bonnie smirked without looking at him.

"You were going to find the witch," he spat.

"You didn't say the magic word." Bonnie pouted.

"I will write it on a wooden stake and shove it..." James started.

"James stop that and ask nicely for her help." Mrs. Greene stopped mopping and put her hands on her hips, watching him.

He clenched his hands into fists and his jaw hurt getting the words out. "Will you find a witch for me Bonnie, please."

Bonnie giggled. "If you are nice to me."

"Bonnie don't be mean." Mrs. Greene returned to her work.

"Fine. I will find you a new witch."

"Thank you." James stood up and dusted off his shirt. "On that note I am going out."