A Witch Like No Other (26 page)

Stumbling backwards he whispered into his walkman “I need
backup right away- don
’
t reply. I need Sergeant Brown up here
especially- the detention room on the top floor. Come
quietly.”

“
Well
I’
ll be damned,” whispered
Sergeant Brown, watching Dreamer rage at Damon with no intention of
stopping soon. “He wasn
’
t lying.”

“
She’
s gorgeous,
Sarge.”

“
Look beyond
the gorgeousness,” hissed Brown, glaring at his officers.
“We’
re dealing with Dreamer
Black here- she
’
s a witch. You
’
ve heard of Agnes and
Paul Black, right?”

“
Dangerous evil
magic beings,” an officer mumbled. “Especially Paul.”

“
No, Agnes is
the worst,” another officer whispered, but the first officer argued
“Dreamer’
s husband said Paul
murdered his parents at him and Agnes
’
s place, with a couple
spells. He made it look like they had some sort of fit or stroke or
something- remember he
’
s a sorcerer.”

“
Where is he
now?”

“
Word has it
he’
s in the Bahamas. But their
daughter, she… she
’
s…”

“
Even worse,”
whispered P.C. Jones. “‘
Cause
she pretty, look at her.”

“
Not even
that,” said Brown, shaking his head. “Stile was telling the truth-
and you’
re right.
She
’
s
even worse because she came back from the dead- and cant you see
that thing in her hand?”

Everyone took turns looking through the tiny crack in the
door at Dreamer
’
s wand, which was sparking in her fury. Damon was
practically begging her to stop; he was terrified of what she might
do.

“
Don’
t tell me what to do
either, Damon!”

“
Dreamer,
I’
m sorry for what I did to
Pandora- I
’
m sorry I killed you-”

“
Sorry?”
Dreamer’
s voice was suddenly
quiet, so quiet the officers shuffled forwards to hear it.
“Sorry? My baby’
s been scared of people for three years and all you can say
is
sorry?
She hadn
’
t even socialised
properly until I came back to her, Damon. She had to see a
shrink.”

“
Maybe I
should
plague the prison and let you all die in here.
You
’
ve
all done something repulsive- you don
’
t deserve to
live.”

“
And- and the
officers?” squeaked Damon, and Dreamer smirked.

“
Let them die
with you if they care for you so much.”

Hell, no! Brown pulled out his gun, whispering
“She
’
s
a demon! Get ready men… one… two… THREE!!”

“
What- where is
she?”

“
You’
ve got another forty
minutes,” snapped Brown, temper rising. “Oh, I
should
’
ve known better than to try and corner the witch-
she
’
s
the child of Agnes and Paul Black, after all. What was it, Stile?
Teleportation?”

Dreamer watched as Damon smiled, saying “I
don
’
t
know what you
’
re talking about, Sarge. Why did you come in here? To see
if I was ok?”

“
To get your
girlfriend!” roared Brown, reaching for his neck in agitation. “You
stupid little… didn’
t you tell
us she was alive?!”

Very Homer Simpson like, thought Dreamer amusedly, as Damon
choked “Yeah I did Sarge, but that still doesn
’
t tell me why
you
’
re
here!”

“
She was in
here!” shouted Brown. “Talking to you!”

“
Let him go,
Sarge!”

Brown realised what he was doing and released Damon
quickly. Taking a deep breath, he said “She was here.
Wasn
’
t
she?”

“
Let me think…
was Dreamer Black here in this prison?” He smirked and shook his
head, saying “I don’
t think
so. I would
’
ve yelled my lungs out, Sarge- I think
you
’
re
hallucinating.”

Dreamer smiled. He
’
s got guts. He
hasn
’
t
changed one bit, has he?

Brown realised Damon was getting his own back for the
countless times he and the others had teased him about
Dreamer
’
s being alive for the past few weeks, prisoners and
officers alike.

“
Stile,
you’
re being
irrational.”

“
Very
irrational,” another officer said, and Damon shrugged.

“
If Dreamer was
here she would’
ve gotten me
out.”

“
Wishful
thinking,” Brown said cruelly. “Let’
s not forget what you did to little Pandora Black, Stile.
Oh yes,” he said quietly, as Damon froze. “It
’
s all there Damon, in
your files. You killed the mother and ruined the child,
it
’
s
all there. And from what I made out, Dreamer isn
’
t a very happy bunny.
Plaguing the prison, killing us all… she
’
s just like her
father.”

Dreamer was so close to cursing this man she knew she had
to leave. Damon could feel the heat radiating from her body, and he
knew she stood between him and Sergeant Brown; she
wasn
’
t
protecting him, though. She was about to do something to the
man.

“
Go,” he said,
looking Brown in the eyes though he was talking to Dreamer. Brown
folded his arms across his chest, saying “We’
re not going anywhere until we get an honest
answer. Was that witch here?”

Dreamer
’
s wand was out, pointing directly at his face. Sensing
her fury, Damon repeated himself: “Go! We
’
ll talk another
time.”

Dreamer refused. Brown stared through her body at Damon
angrily, saying “We
’
ll talk now, Stile! Is she planning an attack on the
prison?”

“
I
don’
t know- please, just go.
Come back at one in the morning.”

Damn right I
’
ll come back at one in the morning, thought
Dreamer as she finally left the building. The cool night air was
welcoming to her boiling skin. Dreamer inhaled deeply as if the air
was water; she needed to calm down before she went home. Ted and
the kids would see the anger on her face straight away, even if she
smiled. It would be an evil smile.

Dreamer started walking slowly, twirling her wand between
her fingers. She didn
’
t care how many people she startled, her anger
hadn
’
t
burned out yet. Seconds later she stopped and looked back at the
tall grey building, thinking I
’
ll come back and deal
with
him.
That filth you call a Sergeant.

“
I missed you
more,” Pandora said, jealous as Dreamer kissed her son on the
forehead. “I love that gown you’
re wearing, Mum.”

“
Thank you
darling.”

“
I’
ve run your bathwater,”
Ted said softly, and Dreamer smiled shyly.

“
Thank you. I
need a bath after today.”

“
You look
brilliant,” Ted said, still in that quiet voice.
“How’
s Agnes?”

“
Mama’
s fine as usual,”
Dreamer replied, and Ted said “Maybe we can go and visit her- the
four of us. Later on this week?”

Dreamer
’
s small smile grew. “You mean that, Ted? You as
well?”

“
Me as well,”
Ted answered, nodding. “If she doesn’
t mind that.”

“
Of course she
doesn’
t, but it cant hurt to
ask.”

“
Mmm?”

“
What is
it?”

“
A man compared
me to Papa,” she said truthfully, looking at him. “You
don’
t know how angry I feel at
him- and another person I know.”

“
How would they
know your father?” Ted asked, then he realised what he was saying.
Everyone in Europe had heard of Paul and Agnes Black, and rumours
about their only child Dreamer. Even America had heard about Agnes
and Paul- they were feared. Outcasts because of what they were-
considered evil. Ted thought so too, when he was a small boy- only
because of what his family had taught him growing up. They
weren’
t meant to be in this
world, he thought. Agnes and Paul terrified him, as they did
everyone else- and he vowed if he ever met them
he
’
d
tell them how much he despised them and their magical
selves.

Much to everyone
’
s fear, Paul and Agnes
moved close to Ted
’
s area- high on a hill overshadowing the small town.
Nobody remembered there ever being a house on a hill, which
frightened them all the more.

“
Who is it?”
called a soft voice, catching him off guard.

“
Er… Ted Stone.
I want to talk to the witch.”

“
What?”

“
The witch,”
Ted repeated angrily. “Open up right now.”

He
braced himself as the door opened slowly, then his jaw dropped.
Fourteen year old Dreamer stared at him curiously, Ted staring
back. Minutes passed as they scrutinized each
other
’
s every feature, then Dreamer said “What do you want to
talk to me about?”

“
Come off it,”
Ted croaked, stunned by her beauty. Swallowing, he tried to remain
in control. “Stop being stupid. You’
re not a witch.”

“
Yes I am. I
am,” she repeated, when Ted shook his head. “Not lying.”

“
Where’
s your magic,
then?”

“
See, I knew
you was lying.” Ted smirked at her. “You’
re normal, like me. You
’
ve got on your school
uniform.”

“
So? I
could’
ve been in my
robe.”

“
Your
what?”

“
Robe,” Dreamer
repeated amusedly. “What I normally wear.”

“
People
don’
t wear robes.”

“
Witches
do.”

“
Just get the
witch out here, ok? Or the warlock.”

“
My father is a
sorcerer,” Dreamer said coldly, “And my mother-”

“
Is a demon,”
Ted said lazily. “Yeah, I know.”

“
She’
s not a
demon!”