The entity

"Christian? Are you sleeping?" Katherine called.

Water flooding the basement causes her to dash down the steps stumbling on her feet, she races to the outside door to let the water flow outside.

Checking Christians's enclosure she finds him sprawled out on all four, his head bleeding.

"Hold on Christian!" Katherine yelled.

She turned off the valve meant to only drip, Katherine shoos away the ghosts lingering in the room opening the prison door. Katherine quickly unlatched the shackle hindering his movement.

Picking him up her arms she takes the balled-up soggy vest tossing it to the side, dragging him out of the chamber she notices the metal gurney wheeling it over to prop him up lifting him on the cold slate.

Angling his head to the side she observes the deep gash on the side, She starts to take Christian's long-sleeved shirt off flinging it off to the floor, swiftly she peels his pants off letting it fall to the ground.

Reaching for a fresh towel laying across from them she grabs for it drying his hair till no longer dripping, taking another she wraps Christian around the waist.

Katherine takes the spare towel shaping it into a makeshift pillow laying it under his head.

"Good thing you are out of it, I need to suture the wound." She snickered.

Retrieving the medical box she places it on the table, the round-bodied needle, tweezers, and the thread. Letting her hand swerve over to his forehead pressing gingerly.

"He is burning up…I need to hurry up and get him clothing."

Taking her time stitching she savors his gentle features, his blonde hair mainly as she favors blonde men. Her last man was extremely tall and passionate.

"I will take him up to my room, for now, there is no way he can stay here."

Taking scissors she finishes the suturing snipping the end piece. Lifting his head first she gently takes Christian upstairs in just a towel.

Hurriedly on her feet, she sprints for her room, just when she is about to turn the doorknob she is greeted by the other maids watching an unconscious Christian in her arms.

"Oh, would you look at that?" A voice shouted.

Spiraling around Katherine meets her fellow maids gawking at her carrying the human in tow, their bloodthirsty fangs peeking out of their mouths.

"Did master say we can eat him yet Katherine?" Another asked.

"The basement is flooded, he has been concussed you, idiots!" Katherine argued.

"But we heard about him, he is no longer training Katherine!" A maid cried.

"Please let us take him to the swing room…" An additional girl added.

"You aren't taking him to the swing room!" Katherine contended.

The gaggle of girls closes in on Katherine, one of them seizes Christian from her hands.

"You sutured him all by yourself?" They said in unison.

Katherine doesn't answer, Christian's labored breathing becomes apparent, they toggle him to and fro letting him limp like a ragdoll in their fingers. One of the maids bows down, thrusting her fangs into his neck.

He groans out sending the crowd of servants into a flurry of happy squeals, they poke his sleeping feverish face. Brandishing her whip to her side she puts on her scariest face.

wuh-PSSSH

Their attention is brought back to Katherine slamming her riding crop against the doorway smashing it into the vase sitting neatly in the hallway.

"Drop him now!" Katherine shrieks at the top of her lungs.

"Ms. Katherine?" They all answered in harmony.

"He is sick, he is not your pincushion!" Katherin chided.

The maids drop him to the tiled floors, Katherine runs to Christian who groans coming out of his slumber. Backing away the girls concerning all gasp out.

"Christian? Are you okay?" Katherine asked.

Christian held his head in pain, coughing out as he leaned against Katherine. A large door in front of them opens.

"Lord Latrell!" The excited maids cried out.

Katherine held tight to Christian in her arms, biting her lips. She gets up posing on her knees ready to defend the man in her lap with all her life.

"Katherine…were going over this again?" Lord Latrell yelled.

"So you are allowed to have a whore? I am not allowed to keep him?" Katherine argued.

"How dare you, Katherine! I will castrate him!" Lord Latrell threatened.

Taking his boot he freezes above Christian, still disoriented and helpless to react Katherine does her best to shield him.

"Get a look at this bitch?" A whisper hissed.

"Excuse me?" Lord Latrell snapped, "Who said that?"

"I did?" The voice chimed.

He felt a tap on his shoulder, looking up and down, and sideways he stood there confused where the disembodied voice was coming from.

"Christian…your shadow…" Katherine said softly.

"Katherine! Don't tell me you released it!" Lord Latrell screamed.

She helps Christian recline, raising Katherine's motions for the rest of the girls to withdraw elsewhere.

Dark footprints could be spotted fading before Lord Latrell had a chance to discern where the entity was. Warily he treads a step at a time keeping his gaze above and below.

"You fool, you doomed us all!" He shouted, "It takes the user's energy!"

"If you weren't such a panty chaser we wouldn't be in this mess!" Katherine argued.

"I know your secrets, you dirty only man!" The shadow muttered.

"You know nothing!" Lord Latrell said paranoid.

Walking in reverse Latrell is pushed, prodded, and poked. Katherine followed in shock observing her master unable to produce a single coherent thought being provoked by unseen matter.

"Come back to me please!" Christian howled pitifully.

Christian can see them being perfectly fine, Lord Latrell stopped dead in his tracks heeding that he is trying to take his power back.

"I will train you Christian if you dare freeze it!" Latrell replied.

"Give me back Chara or I will let it attack you!" Christian warned.

"You are out of your mind!" Latrell responded, "My cupcake!"

"Colton, you can play with him!" Christian commanded.

"No! Please, I will train you if you call him off!" Lord Latrell shouted.

The phantom washed away without a sight, Katherine was stunned by Christian newfound confidence.

Christian retracts his hand letting out a hardy laugh in front of Lord Latrell in a towel.

"You are being a show-off!" Katherine mumbled with a smile.