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F O R T Y - E I G H T : L A S T M O M E N T S

A/N: So do you think the plan will work?

Also new development on Katarina's heritage. She's a direct descendant of Michael and Dante is a direct descendant of Azazel. So what could that mean for their baby since it'll have pure Angel blood and pure Demon blood?

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F O R T Y - E I G H T : L A S T  M O M E N T S

K A T A R I N A

THREE HOURS BEFORE THE PLAN:

It's freezing, wherever I am, as I begin to wake from my slumber. I run my fingers lightly across the surface I'm laying on and it feels hard and cold, like concrete. It also smells damp and of mildew. Like if you left clothes in the washer overnight. I crinkle my nose to the smell and slowly roll over onto my side as I open my eyes.

It's dark and the only light coming in is through a small window near the low rise ceiling. I glance around and see shelving everywhere along with boxes and white sheets. I sit up and rub my eyes to clear my vision. I get an instant headache and feel at the back of my head. It's lightly damp and from blood which I quickly realize once I see the crimson on my fingertips. Great! Another concussion most likely.

I feel my lips and get a sharp sting from the split in my bottom lip from where Jason punched me. I'll get him back for that later. I motion to stand and that's when I feel the weight on my wrists. I look down and see shackles snug around each of them. What the hell?

I follow the chains and notices they're bolted into the brick wall behind me. I'm sure if I tried hard enough I could pull it from the brick with my strength. I'm no where near as strong as Dante but I was able to break the links of handcuffs with no problem, this can't be any different right?

As I wrap the chain around my forearm and pull hard, I feel a sharp pain in my shoulder as I nearly throw it out of its socket. I let out a whimper and quickly give up. I don't need to hurt myself right now. There's someone else that needs to be protected and I can only do that if I'm 100% at my game. I reach down and gently lay my hand over my lower stomach.

"It's okay little one. Daddy will be here soon to save the day. He won't let anything happen to either of us," I softly coo and close my eyes.

"How pathetically sweet," I hear a familiar voice. I open my eyes and look in the direction it came from. Jason slowly steps out from the shadows and sits down in front of me on a crate that looks to be filled with canned goods. He looks at me intently with a wicked grin on his face.

"So I'm due to be an Uncle; how disgusting. How you could lay on your back and let that mongrel flop on top of you is besides me. I'd understand a weak human or another warlock but a demon? Just how low are your standards sister? Especially to not only marry him, but also let him impregnate you with his infected seed," he sneers with a disgusted look on his face.

"What can I say, he's got amazing dick," I shrug as I motion to lean back against the brick wall. "Also not to mention he's my soul mate and there will never be anyone that makes me feel loved and cherished like he does. Jealous much brother? I'm beginning to think you've got a sister complex," I tease him and nearly vomit at the thought.

He growls and quickly walks to me as he grabs a hold of my chin and shoves me back against the brick wall. When he leans in close enough for me to feel his warm breath on my face, I quickly jerk away. For just a split second I think he may have tried to kiss me by the way he stared at my lips for a second too long.

"As if I'd ever have a complex about you. There's absolutely no love in my heart for you. Loathing yes, but no love," he sneers and returns to his seat on the crate. "So I went and saw your lovely husband. I gave him a little gift and he wasn't too happy about it but I had to so he'd come to your rescue like the good little knight in shining armor that he is," he smirks and looks towards my left hand.

I look down, expecting to see my rings missing but when I notice my totem is gone, my heart drops. I'm completely and utterly defenseless right now. No wonder I feel so weak right now.

"He wasn't very nice with his threats as well. I was a bit hurt by it," he mocks a pout, placing his hand against his chest. He suddenly begins to laugh and smiles with pure amusement. "I know he'll be here soon. I even told him exactly where you were. I'll be sure he gets front row seats to your gruesome death. Then once he's done crying over his pregnant wife's dead body, I'll put him out of his misery. That's the least I could do right?" he shrugs and stands from his seat.

I glare at him wishing I could get out of these chains right now so I could snap his neck. I know he's my only brother, the last bit of family I have but I don't care. I have plenty of people in my life that I consider my siblings more than him. If anyone needs to be put out of their misery, it's him, and I'll gladly do it myself.

"Also little sister, thanks for figuring out our father's glamour spell. I was able to find this place so I can finally have a place to call home; since this place is rightfully mine. Still don't understand why our father gave up his manor for a crummy shack like what he was living in when he was murdered. To each their own I suppose," he shrugs with a grin. I have no idea where we are but it had to have belonged to Dad. Is this the place he lived in before him and Mom had me?

"So what is your plan now Jason? Kill me and complete world domination?" I scoff and lean my head back against the brick wall.

"Something like that," he sneers and makes his way back towards the shadows. "Enjoy your time down here dear sister. For the next time I come back, it'll be to take you to your fateful death," I hear him yell before there's the sound of a heavy metal door opening and slamming shut.

I pull my knees up to my chest and rest my chin on top of them. I wrap my arms around my shins and rub my biceps to cause friction. I realize now that my leather jacket has been removed. Geez, thanks brother. Turn me into a popsicle before you murder me by fire.

I close my eyes and think about the one thing that matters in my life right now. Conserving my strength and staying alert and alive. I hope that Dante comes soon. I'd give anything to be in his arms right now. I wonder if he knows now that I'm pregnant or not? I wouldn't put it past my brother to rub it in Dante's face to stress him out.

I lower one of my hands to my stomach and gently rub my hand back and forth. I have to make it through this, I just have to. Not just for my sake or even Dante's, but for our child's.