Talicia doesn't seem to know what he's talking about until a face of realisation overtakes her expression, "Ah, you seem to be under the impression that we'll need such things..."

...

Reima "Err, do vampires not excrete waste? Earlier you did eat regular food..."

Talicia "Don't try to rationally think on this, we vampires have tried to explain this phenomenon before but have always failed. Some theories suggest that we magically digest the food instead of bacteria, we are after-all "Undead". Our intestines are completely inhospitable to the bacteria necessary for such a process."

Ciri overhears this and immediately feels jealous, next thing you know female vampires won't have their monthlies, now that'd be a hard thing to swallow. Luckily for her Reima doesn't continue questioning the various peculiarities of vampire biology, if he'd continued they would have found that Vampire's have annual periods where they "Excrete" the blood of their victims in a similar fas.h.i.+on to human women.

Nerissa had returned to her human form after they had entered the house and immediately gone to look for a library or something similar, if she had to live here then she would have to find something interesting to do to keep her occupied. Most of the houses windows are tinted completely black to stop any sunlight coming inside, there were also rooms entirely without windows. She'd found a bedroom with her name on the door, it'd contained a queen sized bed, lots of parchment and ink as well a a small bookshelf completely stocked with information about None-magical life, habits and various other things probably designed to help her survive if she ever found herself on her own. Ambrose probably had this prepared in-case they found themselves separated for one reason or another, he hadn't actually thought he would die in such an unexpected and random way...

Ciri followed some stairs downwards into a bas.e.m.e.nt, inside she found many torture instruments that gave her chills. She unconsciously thinks back to her various interactions with that vile man called Leo Bonhart, he had, for lack of a better word destroyed her psyche as he was torturing her. The physical torture was enough to render any regular man insane, she'd managed to endure it but the worst part was when he forced her to fight in the area and kill numerous presumably innocent people for the amus.e.m.e.nt of those watching. She hadn't done this willingly as she'd been thoroughly dosed with Fisstech, she only found out what she had done after each battle was over and the effects of the drug had faded away. The only solace she had was the fact that she had personally butchered the man for his transgression at Vilgefortz castle, even afterwards the scars of her torture ached or itched and acted as a constant reminder to never be caught and to get stronger.

Ignoring the various instruments of torture she continued to look around the bas.e.m.e.nt, over by the wall their seemed to be lines on the ground, as if something had been dragged over it. She was sure something was hidden here and did the first thing that seemed obvious, checked the nearby walls for switches or triggers. After looking for twenty minutes she didn't find any, instead she turned her gaze to the only other things present, the torture machines... She walked over, mindfully not touching anything and staying away from anything that looked familiar. Eventually she found a strange contraption by the wall that looked like a rack, from stories she'd heard of them being used to dislocate every bone in someones body... However this one looked strange, the chains that'd usually be connected to someones body disappear into the floor below, looking at the large crank that's connected to it she has an idea. She cautiously takes hold of it and starts spinning it, it's easy at first but gets heavier the more she turns it, eventually she had to use all of her weight just to move the blasted thing. Suddenly she hears something behind her, she goes for her sword but realises Reima's still got it, from when he'd taken it from her as they were walking through London.

Turning around she sees a section of the wall had opened, following the same scratches she'd found earlier.

Ciri "I think I've found something!" she calls up the stairs before cautiously a.n.a.lysing the entrance, she wasn't about to get trapped inside so she pushed some metal tool in the path of the stone door, sure that they'd block it from shutting. Inside she sees a large pentagram written in some kind of black paint on the floor, getting closer to it she immediately understands what the black paint is, blood. Backing away and looking around she spots numerous bookshelves completely full with tomes and other ancient looking books. She can hear the others making their way into the bas.e.m.e.nt, this makes her more comfortable to look at these things closer, she gives the pentagram a wide berth as she walks around it and approaches a bookshelf. After pulling one free she reads the t.i.tle on the front, "10 uses for live babies"... She throws the tome to the floor, disgusted at it's a.s.sumed contents and quickly reads the t.i.tle of another, "Muggles or Squibs, which blood is better?"... "What is this place" she mutters, not believing Ambrose was responsible for it's creation.