The Agency, Where the supernatural can rest, be at peace, and make a home while they try and learn how to become good and part of the family. This agency was created around 1750 by the father of Joesphine, he was a stern man that hunted and found the supernatural and would take in any that wished to not be killed on sight. But the man had fallen ill and soon gave up the mantle to his young daughter who already showed promise of being something great. She became the next leader of the agency that lived in England and that had the job of finding and taking in the supernatural. Her job was incredibly dangerous due to the fact, that many humans wanted her dead and a lot of the supernatural world also wanted her dead. But despite all those that wanted her gone she has proven to be very hard to kill and a very good leader and commander to those in the agency. She won't let anyone attack her home without attacking her first and won't let the supernatural go bad without going through her first either.

The mornings began like all others, those that lived within the agency would be expected to be up around six or seven in the morning, the monsters in her keep had their very own breakfast set up with things they naturally would like to consume as well. From berries and fruit to blood and flesh of creatures or newly deceased humans they came across. The agency was not above being shady at times to make sure everyone ate and was healthy.

After breakfast, anyone could come to where Joesphine's office was and ask for a job or ask for permission to go out and enjoy the city of London. Josephine could be found upstairs in a room where all the files on everyone was kept, she had DNA and files and made sure she knew everyone very well. She had fingerprints, DNA samples, and everything from the powers and history of each person that walked through the agency doors. She would be sitting on a chair behind a desk overlooking the large vast landscape of their yard and overlooking London as well.

She was a human, dangerous to be one around the supernatural but she was not at all an easy target she had been shot, almost brutally mauled one, and even had gone toe to toe with a certain vampire and brought him down through both sustained wounds from battle. She was formidable, yet very kind at the same time. She was a warrior and a caretaker but first and foremost she was the alpha of the household.

She heard yelling and commotion downstairs and frowned as she got up and walked down the stairs to the meal room and frowned as she swung open the doors and shouted.

"IF I HEAR ONE MORE FUCKING NOISE FROM THIS ROOM I WILL PERSONALLY PUT A BULLET INTO WHOEVER'S HEAD! NOW BE QUIET AND EAT YOUR FOOD!" sHe barked at them eyes narrowed dangerously at everyone, she gave people only so many chances before they learn the hard way of how she kept some in line.

James was the butler that had served the family since the very beginning, watched the rise and fall of her father as well. While many would proceed to think of demons as some awful and dangerous creatures. The agency really taught the demon that sometimes humans and everyone were not very different. He learned to be compassionate, caring, and kind. James by no means was any less dangerous though, he was a demon he produced some nasty fighting abilities.

James had been awake preparing and making food for everyone that lived in the agency, he finished putting out the food and had rested before hearing someone start a commotion and frowned.

"Settle down or-" was interrupted by the lady of the agency storming in and sighed gently "My sweet lady drink some tea it will help cool you off," he said handing her a cup of tea to her liking and smiled gently. He looked at the creatures to settle down or he would make them. They were rude to cause some a stir so early in the morning.

Bill looked up from his hand, and teased at his mustache a bit before calling.
The odd shaped monster stared blankly at him.
"Show me your damn cards!"
The creature laid his hand down on the table, revealing a royal flush.
"What the fuck is this shit? You cheatin, ya damned wilderbeast!"
The monster let out a roar, as he slammed his hands down on the table.
Hickock quickly stood up, and drew both his pistols, aiming at the beast.
"I will blow you to kingdom come, you son of a bitch!"
And, he would have to, If not for Lady Josephine bursting into the room and shouting at them.
Hickcock nearly blushed,"Been a long time since I heard a woman speak as beautiful as you, Miss Josephine."
"Please forgive my ignorance of my beastly friend."
Hickock tilted his hat, and bowed before her.


Grim ran along beside Lady Josephine, he rarely left her side for any amount of time.
When she scolded the mess hall patrons, he added in a few growls of his own.
But, his eyes met that of the gunslinger, and they stared at each other for a long period of time.
Grim whimpered and looked up at Lady Josephine, rubbing his head against her hand.

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Malakh had arrived in the dining hall at the crack of dawn, as was his custom. Upon entering the noisesome room he had grabbed a small plate of food and sat at the table furthest from both the hellhound and the demon that Josephine employed, as he was not in the mood for a run-in with either on this particular morning. From there he had finished his meal with quick and efficient bites, deposited the plate in its proper place, and stood up from the table. Striding over to Josephine, he didn't so much as glance at James as he brushed past, his attention focused entirely on his employer instead.

"Pardon the interruption Lady Josephine," he began, clasping his hands behinds his back, his posture as straight as a board. "But are there any matters within London that need my immediate attention?"

Lord Dracula, The fear of the Night, The Knight of blood, and the murderer of many. The king once lead a large army and slaughtered those against everyone. The tall slender figure of the shadows had been hunted and attacked by the agency before, they had sent many after him and he sent them home badly injured. The count of Vampires was not an easy one to bow down or cause to help humans. The count was badly injured in the last fight showing him the agency was no longer playing around as the vampire scoffed as he lay on the floor of his castle grinning his fangs bared, "Ah what weak souls to hunt me" he coughed up blood and grinned and laughed dangerously.

"Oh truly your agency has grown Josephine! very well, very well lady of the monsters, I shall aide" he grinned to himself as he got up and brushed himself off. He got up and smirked dangerously at the sunlight as he muses at the tale of vampires hurt in the sunlight. Truly a weak tale!

He was gone in a flash of shadows slithering through the windows, homes, and rooftops of the land as his eyes settled on the agency's home as he smirked dangerously as he landed. He looked around his eyes a deep red color as he walked to the doors and opened them allowing himself to slither once more to the commotion area and raised an eyebrow as he looked in to see the mess of the group. His grin only became larger as he stood up straight right behind Josephine his shadows seem to curl around her slightly as he spoke into her very ears.

"Fine Morning it is my fair Lady" purred the Vampire count amused as he stood very tall towering over many of them his shadows curled slightly around the room in a ominious display of danger, before he retracted them.

Lady Josephine And Prudence
"So. I've come here of my own free will with a promising deal. Lady Josephine, we already have a deal with the Agency. I help the Agency with it's hunts and enforcement, and they leave me alone. I want to expand on that deal. I would like to be taken off it's surveillance. Indeed, I have not been back to my old ways for years now." The hag spoke honestly. Of course for her, ten years was more like ten minutes than any significant period of time. On the other hand, her decision to go straight and be a force for good rather than for evil was sincere, and it wasn't just on a whim either. However, on seeing the other two individuals had just spoken, Prudence turned around. "Oh, I'm sorry."
"I'm in a hurry."