This is Bly Manor

Come to Bly Manor. They said. It'll be fun. They said.

And yet it was the strangest place to be. Stepping foot into the huge foyer of air. A place yet to be familiarized. Somewhere that was yet to hold so many feelings and emotions and possibly family. But that's a story for another time.

For now...hope you're sitting comfortably, for I shall begin.

The air was cool but not cold. The rain hit softly on the ground. A damp smell lingered in the air. But I wasn't cold. It wasn't warm either but it wasn't cold. Somewhere in between cold and lukewarm. Which in itself was odd.

The house was solid under her feet. Somehow keeping her balanced. A sort of psychological calming trick. Attempting to keep her grounded (pardon the pun).

It was only when she stepped foot into the kitchen where she saw the Housekeeper, Hannah Grose.

"Ah you must be Dani Clayton, nice to finally meet you, excuse us."

The darker skinned woman turned to nod at the smiling man from across the room who must have been Owen.

"Of course my name is Hannah Grose. Just call me Hannah. The man in there was Owen. He mainly cooks but don't be deceived by his puns. His cooking is much better."

She was lead wondering through the house. Just as her very own heart was wondering through her body.

"I understand you know why you're here. You see, the children, or perhaps not considering they're ghosts but maybe it's different for you with whatever specialities you have. I'm ever so sorry, not used to having someone like you around."

"Oh believe me it's fine. It's perfectly understandable. I get that a lot so nothing new there. But I understand what you mean. I'm here to do what I can with what I've got."

"Well, we are on all the premises most of the time except Jamie. Lives by the lonesome. But Owen and I live on the grounds. If there's anything you should need please give us a shout."

The vampire, from what she could sense, nodded accordingly before then turning to leave her to settle.

But before the blonde could settle she happened to catch a glimpse of something.

"Well hello there."

It was a young boy with dark hair and fair skin. A thin but straight posture. Followed by a girl with slightly lighter hair but even fairer skin than the boy however with the odd freckle dotted around the under eyes and the roof of the nose.

"You must the children. Miles and Flora; correct?"

"That would be correct, miss." Miles nodded a way to say hi.

"I'm guessing by the fact that you can see means you are similar to us. You're not a ghost however, they can see you, but you're different, like us."

"Indeed I am. Different in the sense. But I'm here to help. I promise."

The children turned back around and abruptly disappeared. Of course Dani knew it wouldn't be that easy. It never was, there was always a reason why ghosts wherein certain areas or only spoke to certain people or sometimes wouldn't go to certain places. Just as there were many reason for many things in the world, ghosts were also complex people.

Dani hadn't realized that during the walk through the house it has become warmer. As if the presence had gotten use to her being there. She found the room in which she was to stay in. The neatened bedsheets, the opened light gray curtains, the mirror that clearly hadn't been used for a while if the dust marks and water lines were anything to go by or perhaps this room had certain memories, a past and secrets of its own. God only knows she did.

Making her way downstairs she sat at the kitchen table as Hannah and Owen had filtered in. The blonde looked across at the side wall of the kitchen to notice a calendar of the sorts hanging from a pin on the wall. She noticed the odd circles around certain days, the witch inside of her knew very well they were full moon days. As she was aware of who or sometimes rather what the inhabitants were.

Hannah was one of the older vampires, however she was more protective over the werewolves than she was her own kind, she followed most of the rules but if it came to picking sides it would be the latter of the two.

Owen was one of the obviously more dorkier werewolves. Soft and funny in that nice kind of brotherly way, he was protective in his own way, more so towards Hannah for maybe slightly less obvious reasons.

The children of course ghosts but the story behind it was one she was yet to make sense of. But for the moment it was safe to say they weren't scary or fearful. Just needing to be understood.

Henry Wingrave, of course the one who had hired her, a clearly old vampire in his own sorts. He was quick and clever but not in the sky or cunning sense but more in the "knowing what to do to survive" sense. It was clear he'd been through more than he was ever really going to let on.

Which left one other person that was part of the mix who she hadn't met yet. Jamie, another werewolf, one she was a little unsure of. Of course, she didn't have much to go on, only her name. But from what she'd heard the werewolf had had their own issues, a past, memories, regrets, things that perhaps made them a character of reserve, someone who wasn't going to easily their emotions slide or let their facade drop.

Being a witch, Dani understood people, she knew what it was like to put up a front in hopes that people wouldn't ask too many questions, or look a certain way that assured people not to mess with her, she could read people quite well but she also knew that people had their limits as to what they were willing to share and occasionally what they were willing to show.

It was Dani's grandmother that was a witch too, in her own right of course, it had skipped past Dani's mother which wasn't rare but also caused a rift to form between Dani and her mother, a space in which they had nothing to connect to.

So out the door at twelve years old she was and went to live with her perky grandmother who taught her everything she knew about magic, people, spirits and all things somewhat odd.

Dani had never been certain with herself meaning her powers, sure she had always been right, rarely wrong, done this for so many years that she knew what she was doing and yet at the same time she was always cautious of her so called gifts not working out or hurting another person.

She'd had a crush in grade eight, keeping this secret in her life was difficult already but throwing emotions into the already boiling pot of a recipe for disaster was something she never wanted. Especially when she got close to her crush and managed to use her powers to burn her wrist as she somehow managed to turn her palm into flames. It was then after that moment of rushing home from skipping school to tell her grandmother what had happened that she decided to not get too involved with other people.

Sure she certainly had gained control, could summon and let go as well as use whatever she wanted whenever she wanted it but she had never used it for desire only for necessity. Which had worked out for the better of her life.

She had noticed that tomorrow was a full moon but as she looked outside with the moon shining down brightly in it's clawlike shape she saw someone or rather the other werewolf.

Jamie strutting her way into the kitchen like she owned the place. Dani studied as much as she could of the wolf. She noted that she was attractive, very much so, she also noticed that the points people had made were very well concluded. She was reserved, she was cautious, she was alert and questioning. But she also noticed that she was strong, not just quite clearly physically strong but Dani could feel and sense the mental strength that this woman had.

She hoped that she'd be able to stick around long enough to get to know them. And maybe just maybe, perhaps they could change her mind on her reservations on people.