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I do own this what-if situation.
"Oh green eyed girl in all of her glory given no one to love but her sisters. One living the high life of an aristocrat the other living that of a lab rat. Oh green eyed girl, only a servant, always true always loyal," Amshel muttered to himself with a small smirk on his face as the young girl entered Diva's chamber ahead of him. Surely his sweet, beloved Diva would sing a song about her eventually. "Katarina, dear girl, why do you serve us so loyally?" He questioned curiously as she motioned for him to enter the room. At times Diva was safe to no one, not even her future first Chevalier.
The small adolescent turned to face the man with innocent curiosity and blinked her big green eyes. "All I know is to follow and to serve," she responded in a monotone voice, still in a daze from her long night's sleep. "Are you unhappy with my handiwork, Sir?" Katarina wondered gently from the corner of the room as Amshel went about the room for his research.
He tsk-tsked at her and chuckled softly finding the youngest of the three sisters to be far from bland. He swept imaginary hair from his face and lit a candle so he could better see his notes. Even after thinking about it for a while, he couldn't decide on what to say to the young mind. Finally the right words came to him, "Are you unhappy with your handiwork, Miss Katarina?" The man couldn't see the vampire girl being the least bit dissatisfied with her own work, so her answer must be the same as his. He assumed a simple "No, Katarina, I am not unhappy with your work," would do, not for a prying mind like hers. The girl had to know every little thing she could and she wished to learn as quickly as she could to be of the best assistance to her masters. More questions would fall out of her mouth if he were to respond with something so simple.
Her brows furrowed over those bright, green eyes that held great fascination with just about anything they caught a glimpse of. Her face twisted into an oddly cute pout, one he wished he could see on his test subject much more often than the once in a life time chance. "Yes," replied Katarina bluntly as she folded her arms across her chest and fidgeted uncomfortably at her response.
This was not an answer the researcher was expecting to hear. The seemingly perfect servant girl was unhappy with her own work, how odd. Instead of saying anything he hummed a short little tune to himself as he continued with his research.
The blue eyed girl began her screaming for the day, causing Katarina to cringe and cover her ears, shuffling in distress. Sounds seemed to be so vivid for her, even through her chores she could hear Saya practicing the cello or her other sister singing to herself. Any sign of pain from the two and the green eyed girl acted as if she were going to be sick or die a horrible and painful death. "Please, Amshel, not today," Katarina finally began to plead as she hugged herself tightly and tried to become one with the stones that made up the corner wall of the room where she stood obediently.
The man was unable to tell if she was sensitive to the signs of pain or if she staged it all to stop her sister's pain. He turned to her, staring at her with his dark eyes for a long while before finally raising a brow, "Are you trying to tell me what to do, Katarina?"
The black haired girl read his words as a threat and quickly shook her head, trying to regain her composure. When he took a step forward she went to climb out one of the windows and looked back to see concern on his face. Of course he would be worried, no one wanted to be in trouble for pushing the young girl out the window, especially if she was to be injured. Her feet hit the outside wall and thrust her away from the building. Katarina clamped her eyes shut, afraid to watch as she would hit the ground.
Amshel raced to the window and leaned out to see that the young girl had been caught by a visitor. Said visitor was Nathan Mahler a man of super-human abilities. "Tell me what a lovely young lady such as yourself is doing hopping out of chambers in such an ugly dress," Nathan addressed the green eyed girl.
"Are you two alright?" Amshel called out the window, still recuperating from his own anxiety and the possible loss of the girl.
Katarina stared up at the black haired man with wide, scared eyes then swallowed hard and broke free from the blond's hold. Upon her feet hitting the ground she kicked off her shoes in record time and raced off from the site all together. Nathan chuckled as he watched her disappear then turned his attention to the man in the tower. "It would seem you've scared her off. I'm Nathan Mahler, I would assume you're Amshel. Joel told me about you."