Morkale Estate

The Morkale Estate was one of the largest and best kept pieces of property in London. The huge manor house stood apart from it's neighbouring buildings, sporting a high black gate, within which you could see beautiful gardens and the house itself set back from everything else.
It was a grand place, obviously worth more money than most could have even dreamed of, but yet no one had ever stole from it. There was no doubt that the Morkale's were rich and a perfect target, apart from one simple fact. Their staff was made up of very unusual people and most of those who had attempted to seek their fortune had never returned. Those who did dared not speak of what they had seen.
The Morkale's were not alone in their choice of staffing desires, but they boasted one of the largest communities of such people in the whole of London, at least to their knowledge anyway. They didn't hire ordinary staff members.
The Morkale's employed Monsters.
London had, not so long ago, realised that Boogey-Men and such were not just idle stories to tell children, but did indeed exist and were now becoming increasingly most noticeable. No one knew if there was simply more moving into the area, or if they were just being more obvious.
This transition was not all smooth. Many feared these creatures, driving them away and causing more than one blood bath as they protected themselves. The humans feared what they would do so attacked them. The Monster's defended themselves and did what the human's feared.
It was Queen Victoria who passed the judgement that all should get along, but there was still much persecuted. Monsters found it hard to find positions where they would be accepted and be able to work without worry.
The Morkale's were one of the first families to take on demonic and monstrous staff. This was two generations before the current Master of the Morkale estate, and they found that these creatures were their best ever asset. Since they have only ever employed those who had extraordinary talents.

A new demon to the area Elsten, though in his human form, wondered to the gates of the Morkale Estate. He looked at the large gate with a bit of awe, and when he looked beyond them to a part of the garden he eyes showed true amazement. "I hope this really is the Morkale residence I heard rumors about in town." Elsten allowed his wings to sprout from his back and rip through his clothes, scaring a child that had just turned the corner. Before the child's mother could see the forest demon was already over the gate and had his wings sink back into his body. The holes in his clothes seemed to be repaired on its own accord from a plant-like fabric then it blended with the rest creating a seamless look to it. When the mother of the terrified child saw Elsten she scolded her child for making things up.

As Elsten walked the plants near him seemed to want to follow along but their roots prevented them from doing so. Upon reaching the front doors to the huge home Elsten knocked on the door- knock, knock, knock! - the sound rang through the front room. As Elsten awaited an answer he started to speak with the plants around the front door. "How are you little guys this fine day.....Oh really? Have you had plenty of food?.......That's good to hear. I might be joining you in living at this establishment soon."

There was no answer at first, but then the door was opened by a tall man who was pale, with short black hair and a pair of glasses perched upon his face. He looked at the boy before him.
"Another one," he said, apparently to himself, pushing his glasses up his face and then giving a sigh. "They're all in the sitting area, if you want to join them."
He didn't seem to want to give any more instruction, or even an explanation as to what he meant. He hadn't even allowed the boy to explain himself, but if the boy had smelled him, he would have smelled Vampire.
"Who is it, Magnus?" said a female voice and beyond the door, stood upon a long staircase and dressed in a long white gown, very simple in style, was a young girl of around 15.
She had long black hair, like a raven's wing and a huge blue eye. The other was covered by a very heavy fringe.
"Another for your father, Mistress," he said, turning and smiling at the young figure and there was obvious affection there. "I was going to...."
"Come in from the cold," said the girl, descending the stairs slowly. "What is your name?"
The butler, Magnus, bowed and gestured for him to come in, moving aside. It was obvious who was master here.