Notes: Takes place immediately after Part One. Part One, Episode 2. You can find me on Tumblr as RhoswenGreen if you'd like to send me prompts for this or just prompts in general.

Chapter Two

Faustus was in rare form tonight. She could hear him from her room raging against Sabrina Spellman, the half-witch who had spurned their Lord on this very night she was to be Baptized. Kat couldn't help but feel admiration for the teenager who had managed to annoy her brother more than she did. Quite a feat when one wasn't doing it on purpose.

Pulling her robe closer around her she shivered. Her bare feet freezing against the cold stone ground. She had forgotten how cold home was. Remembering her childhood, it was fitting really. She jumped when she heard something shatter. Honestly, her brother always went on and on about maintaining the family honor and here he was acting like a two-year-old whose favorite toy had been taken.

"Faustus could you please keep your tantrum to a more manageable level?" Her arms folded, she stood in the doorway. "Are you trying to upset your pregnant wife?" She demanded surveying the damage. His office was nearly destroyed in the chaotic rage."Do you feel better?" She asked lightly, turning her green eyes on him. She wondered what in the world was so special about the Spellman girl that Faustus would lose his tight control.

He sneered at her and she shrugged it off. Faustus had never approved of her. She had long ago accepted that her half-brother was never going to really see her as true Blackwood. Even though they shared the same Father. He couldn't deny her their name no matter how much he wanted to. "The Dark Lord is displeased,"

"Obviously," She rolled her eyes stepping inside the room. She carefully navigated away from the broken furniture and glass. "Are you saying he was the one to destroy your office?" She got no response, not that she expected him to dignify her quip with one. Curious, so the Dark Lord was desperate for Sabrina's soul. How...interesting. What in the world did Satan himself have in mind for a mere child? Normally the Dark Lord never much bothered with their kind until their name was written into the book of the beast.

"How long do you plan to remain here," Kat smirked. Already he was trying to get rid of her. How boring and utterly predictable.

"In case you forgot we are family. I will be staying at least until the babe is born. Satan willing Constance will be able to carry this one to full term," She wasn't a big fan of Constance, but she felt for her Brother's wife had lost two children before they could even draw life. How could she blame her poor sister-in-law for all the strange paranoia she had started to sprout almost the minute Katrina had arrived. She wasn't too concerned yet, but she and Faustus may have to discuss it should Constance grow worse.

Faustus glowered. Constance wasn't due to deliver for months.

"Besides, you didn't think I'd really leave after having seen just how interesting things around here have gotten," Her tone lit her grin sly as she glanced at him from the corner of her eyes as she began to set his office to rights.

"I will not put up with your antics Katrina, The Dark Lord has tasked me with ensuring that Sabrina Spellman attends the Academy as well as sign her name in the book of the beast. Do not shame me in front of our Lord and the coven," His grip was strong, she thought he might break her wrist. She was certainly going to have a bruise in the morning. "Least you forgot the reason you'd been sent off to Europe in the first place,"

"You're hurting me," She told him. He held her gaze for a second before letting her go causing her to drop the book she had been picking up. "Why you keep insisting I will bring shame to our family I don't know. I have done nothing but what you and the Dark Lord have asked of me!" She hadn't meant to lose her temper, but after the night they had, her seeing Zelda again and all those confusing feelings that resurfaced again, she was tired. "It is not my fault your Mother died and Father married mine. I did not ask to be born your sister any more than you asked to have one,"

"And no, I haven't forgotten for a single second," She turned to leave. Once again she found herself cursing the hope she had at having a normal conversation with her brother. She was stupid to think anything with Faustus would be different. She was nearly out the door when he called for her. "What?" She asked angrily, more at herself.

"You will report to the Academy with Lady Blackwood and help her with her classes," Faustus having returned to his desk cleaning up the papers scattered across it. He raised an eyebrow at her look of disgust.

"You know I hate teaching,"

"You won't be teaching," Faustus stated. "You will be assisting. Constance is baring my heir and I will not have her unduly stressed this time around. You will help her and you will do it with a smile," He told her firmly. There was no room to argue.

She slammed the door with a resounding crack. It hit the door frame so hard it split from the wood. She stalked back to her room, lights flickering in her rage as she passed. Once inside she stripped and crawled into bed suddenly feeling exhausted. Between the grueling transatlantic travel, dealing with her brother and his pregnant wife, being thrown headfirst back into coven rites, the excitement of the almost Baptism, Katrina was exhausted. Added to all that Zelda Spellman had the audacity to still be annoyingly beautiful as ever.

She rolled over and hugged her pillow to her chest. Perhaps, spending most of her time at the Academy wouldn't be so bad. She was unlikely to run into Zelda while helping Constance. As far as she knew Zelda hadn't taught there since Edwards's death and her brother taking over as High Priest. Kat knew that she should at least make an attempt to set things right with the older Spellman sister, but...what was she to even say?

My brother got tired of my childish antics and sent me off overseas? I had a huge crush on you and seeing you moon over my horrible brother turned my stomach and broke my heart? That I got your letter but decided to not respond because I thought it was better that way for both of us? Kat knew that each and every one of those scenarios was a horrible idea. She had thought about it nearly every day since she had been gone.

Sometimes avoidance of one's problems was the best response. Kat could avoid with the best of them. No, it was better to keep things the way there were. She wouldn't get hurt that way.

Besides what could go wrong?