A/N:

I'm baacccckkk! Ha ha. Alright, here is another chapter. I have a new character joining our cast, that I hope you enjoy. Please, fasten your seatbelts and enjoy! It's on to Chapter 5.

Cheers.

EJ

Chapter 5

After telling my friends the news of my impending marriage yesterday, I had spent the majority of last night curled under the quilts of my wrought iron bed. Salem had curled up next to my feet, meowing every once in a while to let me know that at least someone was on my side. It had been a long night...but at least it was Saturday. Even after the confrontation with my friends, I still had a free day to chill.

Or so I thought.

"Sabrina, there is someone here to see you." Auntie Hilda knocked on my bedroom door, bright and early. Looking over at the antique clock on my bedside table, I blurrily made out the numbers of 9:18 am. Who could be here this early? I thought to myself.

"I'll be down in a minute." I called out to my aunt, and I soon heard her footsteps recede from my door and back down the hall. Sighing, I pushed off the cozy covers of my bed, and removed myself from my bed entirely.

Padding over to my wardrobe doors, I opened them to quickly select an outfit to greet whoever was waiting for me downstairs. I knew that my less than opaque shift that I had worn to sleep in was out of the question. I grabbed a simple red dress with a collar and contrasting pockets, a pair of socks, and my favorite boots.

Rushing into my bathroom, I brushed my chin length hair, pinned it back, and did whatever else I needed to do to make myself somewhat presentable. Changing out of my pajamas, I slipped into the outfit I had chosen earlier. As I left my bedroom, I gave Salem a pat on the head, making him purr at the sign of affection.

Walking down the hall, I heard distant voices coming from the downstairs foyer. I couldn't recognize them from where I was, but one of them sounded a bit agitated, so I hastened my pace. When I finally reached the landing at the top of the stairs, I came face to face with my visitor.

Nicholas Scratch, standing with Ambrose, was here.

I am so glad I had changed out of my pajamas.

To see my ex-boyfriend standing in the center of my house's foyer early on a Saturday morning was something that I wasn't expecting, to say the least. But, by the look of determination and intensity that Nic held on his face, I knew that he had a reason for being here. And it wasn't pleasant, which only meant one thing.

He knew.

"Good morning, cousin. Well, I will leave you two to your dalliances...have a pleasant morning." And with that, Ambrose quickly disappeared to elsewhere in the house. I didn't blame him. I wish that I myself could disappear, but that was undeniably out of the question.

I had made my bed, and now I had to lie in it.

"Good morning, Nic." I said cooly. I didn't want to fan the flames of his anger anymore than I had to. So starting as calm as possible seemed like the best option.

"Good morning, Nic. That's really all you have to say is 'good morning, Nic.'? What the hell were you thinking, Sabrina?" And the volcano had erupted...unfortunately.

"How about we take this outside?" I said, encouraging my ex boyfriend to take our conversation out onto the porch, hoping my aunties didn't hear us. The last thing I needed was Zelda and Hilda getting involved in this.

Nic sharply turned on his heel, and I hurried down the stairs after him, closing the front door behind myself. Instead of stopping at the porch though, Nic trudged down the stairs and into the front yard. I stood atop of the porch's stairs, wanting to keep a distance from him and his anger.

"So how did you find out?" I asked, wondering how Nic had received the news. I had known that eventually I would have to tell him, but this was the type of confrontation that I had desperately wished to avoid.

"Every witch and demon in the entirety of earth knows. There has been an official declaration. Sabrina Morningstar, the prodigal daughter of Lucifer himself is to marry Caliban, Prince of Hell. Have you officially lost your mind?" Nic accused me, and I shuddered as his voice raised to a shout at the end. But I had to tell him the truth, and then maybe he wouldn't hate me, too much at least.

"I did it for you! For everyone I care about. My family, my friends, the coven, even Earth in its entirety! I had to make a choice, and I made it." I defended myself. I didn't mean to raise my voice, but it gained momentum by the end of my argument.

"You don't always have to be the hero, Sabrina. It's not your job." Nic snapped, and I rolled my eyes in response.

"Oh, really? Who else was going to stop Caliban and the Plague Kings from turning the Earth into the tenth circle of Hell?" I countered.

"You were in the Unholy Regalia, weren't you? You could've won it against Caliban. There was no reason to run off and get engaged."

"I did what I had to do to save the people I love. The citizens of Hell, as well as the Plague Kings, have agreed to help me rid Greendale of the Pagans. Finally, our coven can rest in peace." I explained, and Nic let loose a breath of frustration. I felt like we were getting nowhere.

"So you're just going to marry him? Just like that?" Nic finally asked, after a brief pause. I couldn't help but nod...it seemed like the only appropriate thing I could do. Nothing I could say was going to comfort him, or his jealousy, which seemed to be the one of the root causes of his anger.

"It's strictly political, Nic. Or at least I'm going to try and keep it to be. I have to do what I have to do. It's part of the sacrifices I have to make."

"I highly doubt that this is going to stay strictly political, Sabrina. I've seen the way Caliban looks at you. Relationships in Hell aren't like the innocence you've experienced here on Earth. They're fueled by carnal desires, and one day...you'll have to give in eventually." Nic warned me. Honestly, he was right. He had shared a mental link with Lucifer himself, and he knew the inner workings from the King of Hell. One day, I would have to give in. But I was going to do my very best to fight it as long as I could.

"I'm sorry you had to find out about the alignment this way." I apologized. Tensions between us were seeming to cool, which I was more than grateful for.

"I just wish it didn't have to be this way." Nic sighed, finally sitting down onto one of the porch stairs. I decided to sit down next to him. Not huddled close, like we once did, but within an arm's reach.

"Me too." I agreed. It was true. I wished that my entire life was still in my hands. But living life meant sometimes doing things to put others before yourself, and I was making the ultimate sacrifice.

"You're going to change this world, Sabrina. And I might not like the way that you're doing it, but I know that you're doing it for the greater good."

"You really don't even know how much I needed to hear that, Nic." I sighed. With everyone being so negative about the entire situation, to find someone who supported me meant everything. Even if Nic was my ex-boyfriend, he had still been my friend first. So what if we had broken up? He was there for me now, which is what I needed above all else at the moment.

"Just warn Caliban, though. If he hurts you, I will hurt him." Nic threatened, and I couldn't help but laugh and smile at his warning. I knew Nic had been struggling recently, but I was finally beginning to see signs of the old Nicholas Scratch peep through the darkness.

"Don't worry. I'll let him know." I chuckled.

It was midafternoon, and I was slouched across my unmade bed with my history textbook splayed in front of me. Nic had left a few minutes after our talk, stating he needed to run some errands.

Even though I was a teenage witch trying to save the world, I still had academics to keep up. And failing my history midterm was not an option. Though, just as it always did, my studies were interrupted by a sudden ring of fire appearing in my room, announcing the arrival of the one and only Prince of Hell.

"Holy shit, Caliban! Can you at least knock before you invite yourself into my bedroom?" I snapped when Caliban was fully in my sight. It was obvious he had just been to the Courts of Hell, as I noted he was dressed in his signature leather vest and pants, barefoot.

For the love of Satan, does he ever wear a shirt? I thought to myself.

"My apologies, Princess. But the Plague Kings and your father are requesting our presence." Caliban apologized politely. He was nothing if not courteous, which made him even harder to dislike.

"What do they want?" I asked grumpily, shutting my now slightly singed history textbook.

"They wish to discuss some things regarding the alignment with us. Formalities, I suppose." Caliban shrugged his toned shoulders. Getting up from my bed, I placed my textbook on my desk.

"I just need to grab my shoes, and then we can head out." I informed him, and Caliban nodded. I guess that he thought that that was an invitation for him to take a seat at the ottoman at the foot of my bed, and watch me as I searched for the shoes I had slung off earlier.

"You look like your mother." Caliban commented after a few moments, and I took a break from searching for my other shoe to see what he was looking at. I noticed he was glancing at my parents wedding photo, which sat in an ornate silver frame on my desk.

"I always thought so too." I agreed, smiling at the photo. I had always admired my mother's beauty, and treasured the photo dearly. My mother's dress, even in it's slightly distressed state, still hung in my closet, tucked in the back.

"Do you think that you will ever find happiness with me, Sabrina?" Caliban asked me suddenly, throwing me for a loop. I hadn't expected him to ask me such an inquisitive question. I took a while to think about it before I answered.

"I guess, maybe someday. But for now, we just need to get through the actual wedding part." I spoke, and I finally spotted my missing boot poking out from behind one of my bedroom curtains. Seizing it, I hastily zipped it up, and was ready to go.

"Alright. You ready?" I questioned Caliban, and he nodded, rising from the ottoman he had been seated on. Approaching me, he slightly grasped my hand, before whispering.

"Off to Hell."

A/N:

Alright, I hope you enjoyed this last chapter! I loved getting to explore writing Nic's character. I've always liked him as a person, but was never really a fan of him and Sabrina as a couple. But I really want to include him as a friend to Sabrina in this fanfic. Also, we had some of our beloved Caliban. I do love him so. If you enjoyed this, please let me know! I would love to hear about what you thought of this chapter. I love hearing from you in general. I hope you enjoy the next chapter, and until then, happy reading!

Cheers.

EJ