(Just something small and simple to get me going if the Greyl monster hunting thing isn't common knowledge to the 'monster community' let me know and I'll change it.)
Stephanie walked along the lush, yet toxic, plants of her father's experiments. Even after the events of Italy, when she accidentally fell in love with a young man, and killed him with a single kiss, her father insisted that they brought the plants with them, to attempt to create a cure for the poisons Lady Ardor. They left the body, dumped in a river, before taking off to England. He was a good man, a kind man, he didn't deserve the death that Lady Ardor gave him, she prayed someone would find him and give him the proper burial that he so much deserved.
When her father wasn't busy getting coin for his work as the cities Horticulture scientist, they were working tirelessly to make the Ardor "human" again. Yes, Lady Ardor wasn't a creature of the night, even though the city was filled with them, but the toxic effects of the plants forced her to live a life of solitude and away from the public eye. She was so deadly, simply existing, that if someone were to breath in her own breath, they would fall ill within moments. While the streets were infested with rodents all along the city, not one could be found along the Ardor Gardens, as if they knew of the toxic monster who lingered inside. So Lady Ardor simply lived her daily life within the confines of her home and the Gardens. The deadly plants were her only friend and the sun the only thing that would dare to kiss against her skin.
Finding herself back inside the house she made her way into her room, a dirty window allowing the sun to peek through as she walked up to her desk chair, a grey coat hanging off of it. It was his coat, the man she kis-...killed. The man she lov-...murdered. Her fingers ran along the collar of the coat, before gently picking it up as if it was a withered piece of clothing. She closed her eyes, bringing it up to her lips and nose as she took in a deep breath. It still smelled like him, and she would swear that she could still feel the soft touch of his hand when they first made skin on skin contact. She could never forget the horrible blood blisters that developed upon the palm of his hands just minutes afterwards. Tears began to swell into her eyes as she suddenly heard the front door slam close.
"Stephanie?" The voice of her father called out, he was home.
"Coming father!" Stephanie scrambled, placing the coat back on the chair as she rushed out of her room to find her father taking off his own coat. "You're home early?" She questioned, he usually came back when the sun had already set.
He sighed, his tired eyes looking at her. "There have been a couple of other killings in the city. I swear this place is no safer than where we were in Italy." He grumbled, walking over to his desk and setting several papers down. "I came home early to make sure you were ok." He then walked over to the lit chimney, sitting in his large chair as he let out a moan of relief, finally sitting after a long days work.
"I'm fine, I've been here all day, as always."
"Good, good." He looked up at his daughter who was now standing next to him as he continued to sit. "The Grayl brothers, I believe they are in the city."
Stephanie visibly held her breath. The Grayl Brothers, they were known among the "monster community" for their "Monster Hunting" ways. While Stephanie was born human, living among the toxic plants had altered her body, to her, she was a monster, to the family of the young man she killed, she was a monster, there would be no reason for the Greyl Brothers to not treat her as well. I