After leaving the body in front of the bar, Freya and Ambrose silently walked towards the locker's location. They made a left and reached Paddington station. It was fifteen minutes before closing time. Freya rushed passed passengers to grab her things. Two duffle bags and a backpack were all she had in the locker.

"These are your only belongings?" Freya sighed and ignored the question. She surrendered the keys to the operator and led the way outside the station. She stopped by the entrance and turned towards the immortal. "How do we get back to your mansion? I remember it being in a forest?"

Ambrose grinned, offering his hand. Freya handed him one of her duffle bags. He sighed reaching for the other one as well. "The same way we got here," he crouched in front of the human. "And for us to get there faster while carrying your bags, a piggy back is the best option."

Freya eyed Ambrose's broad back. He was fit, can't lie about that despite him being who knows how old. "You better not drop me," Freya huffed, wrapping her arms and legs securely around the vampire. "No promises."

Ambrose grinned as he zoomed through alleyways and sidewalks, finally travelling back to his mansion in the forest. Freya shrieked the whole way and refused to let go of Ambrose even as they halted. The circumstance made the vampire chuckle. He walked towards his foreboading gate and examined it.

There was a human-sized dent where the lock used to be and some rusted metal sticking out. He made sure to bend them away with his hand before carefully walking through. Ambrose walked towards his house, admiring the view. The moonlight shone on the mansion, basking it in ethereal ambiance. There was a thin fog surrounding the house with a few stray fireflies flying around.

"It looks magical." Freya whispered, admiring the view as well. "Welcome to your new home," Ambrose grinned and continued to walk towards the mansion. They reached the porch and he gently aided Freya down.

"After you," he opened the door, allowing her to walk through. "You know, despite everything being covered in dust, webs, and possible mold, this place looks amazing." The immortal smiled at the compliment and started to walk up the stairs.

"I have a lot of plans for this place, but I'll do it after you settle in and I attend to some important business. Now, if you would follow me, your room would be at the right wing, adjacent to mine," the vampire sauntered up the steps and took a right turn.

Freya noted the halls decorated with portraits. I wonder if they're for aesthetic purposes or of his family. They reached the room and Ambrose opened it, gently laying her bags on the floor of the room. "Feel free to do what you want. I'll check on you later and possibly ask you to answer some questions about the era," he offered the human a soft smile before walking out of the room.

Freya finally felt safe after years of enduring human deceit and greed. She walked around the room, examining each nook and cranny. She grabbed the ends of the sheets covering the bed and the thing on the right before pulling.

An antique dresser, mahohany bed, and two-door wardrobe revealed themselves. Freya opened the other door inside and found a bathroom complete with a sink, toilet, and bathtub. The place felt elegant and exquisite if it weren't for the dust and cobwebs. I think I'll sleep on the floor tonight, I have a sleeping bag anyway.

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After walking away from Freya's room, Ambrose zoomed down three flights of stairs to get to the basement. He halted by the door and strolled towards his coffin (in the middle of the room). He pulled it towards the left side so it's a great distance away from his buried gold. He walked towards his study table and grabbed the cloth covering it.

Ambrose shook the cloth once to get rid of the dust and hung it on the window rail. Now, no one could see the inside. He turned towards the middle of the room and clench his fists. Moment of truth, he punched his way through the concrete floor as moonlight faintly shone on the digging spot.

A glint of amber caught his eye as he started to punch sidewards, revealing his beautiful pile of treasure beneath. The immortal smiled to himself and took two gold bars out of the pile. He wondered if how many was enough to get his mansion repaired and if Freya would appreciate a piece. He gently pulled the sheet off the rail and covered his gold, securing it in place with the four pieces of huge rubble.

Ambrose was satisfied with his work and zoomed back the flights of stairs and made a right for Freya's room. The door was ajar so he gently push it open to find Freya zipping up an odd looking yellow contraption that enveloped her.

"You look like a worm." Freya froze for a minute before meeting the gaze of amber orbs. "You didn't have a sleeping bag in your time? Like when you went camping and stuff." Ambrose frowned, confused as to what that might be. Freya's expression softened as she continued to stare at the ancient being.

"What brings you to my room?" Freya cleared her throat, breaking the silence. Ambrose blinked, "Right. Well, since you'are under my care now and you're the expert on the era, I wanted to ask if you can give me an estimate money exchange for this," he lifted the bars of gold into view. Freya gasped hopping foward until she reached Ambrose.

"Are-are these real?!" She shrieked, reaching for one of the bars and stopped herself midway. Ambrose frowned and extened his hand the rest of the way. He gently took her hand and laid a bar of gold on it. Freya blinked at the metal she was holding. She's never seen such precious thing in her life.

"They're as real as you, Freya. Though if you could give me an estimate-"

"Around a million, maybe even a billion if you have a lot of these. It depends on the weight of this thing. I think it's around 1000 grams so the estimate could also be lower to be completely honest. Just where did you get these anyway?" Ambrose marveled at the Freya's reaction, it's the first time he's seen such enthusiasm.

"I have a six feet by ten feet pile down-" Freya covered his mouth with both hands as her 'sleeping bag' dropped to her knees. She looked around, making sure there was no one else in the room. "Does anyone else know about your gold? Did you lock your doors? Is your gold even in a safe? Wait, how do you even have so much to begin with?!" Freya rambled looking him straight in the eye.

Ambrose chuckled, tenderly removing Freya's hand on his mouth. "You ask too much questions. To answer them though, no. No one else knows about my gold since I buried it myself and mixed the concrete to cover it. As for my doors, I never really had to lock them since I'd wake at the slightest of sounds. No, my gold isn't in a safe, what is that? And lastly, I've had centuries to pile up and start businesses to accumulate such wealth."

Freya ran her hand across her face and stepped out of her cocoon fully. "Okay, that's a lot to take in, but first things first. Where is your stash?" Her fingers clenched around the bar and she grabbed Ambrose's free hand and led him out of the room. They walked towards the entrance. Freya kept bumping and tripping on her own feet, but didn't stop until they reached the front doors. Freya examined the lock. It was just an old fashioned knob and she groaned flipping the lock.

"First thing in the morning, we're going to get your gold exchanged at a bank. I can't believe how foolish you are to dig up your gold and show it to a stranger. I don't care what century you decided to sleep, but this is the 21st century and people are more dangerous than you think! Now where is your stash?"

Freya smelt of anger and worry. Ambrose felt confused by the notion. A human was worried and angry for him? "Basement. Make a left by the stairs then we'll walk through the kitchen where the door leading to the basement is located." Freya nodded and continued to walk towards the direction given. Ambrose stared at their hands, she was warm and it made his heart melt.

"Did I get it right? I'm not wearing my glasses...sorry for the mishaps," Freya let his hand go and stared at the floor shyly. Ah, no wonder she kept bumping into things. Thankfully, she did get them in front of the basement door. "No need to apologize, you got us here in one piece," Freya playfully slapped Ambrose's shoulder at the teasing tone.

This time, Ambrose took her hand in his and guided her down the steps, careful not to let her slip. The cloth,  acting as a tarp, was still securely place atop the gold. Freya stared at the blurry sight and nodded. "Do you have a key to the rooms so we can make sure to lock this place and keep your treasure safe. Seriously, you need a safe," Freya huffed, pulling her hand away and placing them under her armpits. She was slightly shivering.

Ambrose nodded and walked towards his study. He rummaged through his drawers and found a set of unlabled keys. He handed it to Freya who frowned and inspected them. "Ughhhh. Do you at least remember the keys for the basement and the front doors," she pushed the keys back to him.

He grinned plucking two keys from the group. "The longer one is for the basement and the shorter one is for the front doors," he handed the duo to Freya and she took them, examining them near her face. Ambrose snickered at the sight. Freya shot him a glare and gave the keys back.

"Hold onto those. Don't return them with the rest. First thing tomorrow, we're grabbing food and heading to the bank. I'm making our itenerary since I'm the one 'well-versed' with the era. No complaints. Secure, secure, secure, is the goal to keeping your wealth," Freya finished with a shiver as she started to walk towards the stairs.

Ambrose sighed, grabbing her arm and taking the gold bar. He laid both pieces in the drawer with a lock and secured it. "What are yo-" He wrapped his arm behind Freya's legs and lifted her from the floor while supporting her neck with the other.

Before Freya could protest, "It's cold, I'm not going to be blamed for you having hypothermia. I can't get the mansion in order without you. No complaints, I'm also not going to allow you to stumble your way up to your room either. Who knows how far a doctor would be."

Freya bit the inside of her cheek in annoyance, but he wasn't wrong either. Ambrose zoomed through the kitchen and flight of stairs, halting in front of Freya's room. He let her down and she rushed to get inside her cocoon. He watched in amusement and curiosity as she zipped halfway and grabbed a bottle that dispersed liquid and she rubbed it over her face.

"It's moisturizer to prevent my skin from drying and causing wind burn. We don't exactly have a heater yet. I don't know if you experience that, but here. Try it." Freya offered, holding the bottle. Ambrose extened his hand and she squirted a dollop. He sniffed it, smelling hints of vanilla and lavander. He rubbed it on his face and he could feel a slight tingling sensation.

"Thank you. Sleep well, Freya. I'll be in the basement, organizing some things." Freya nodded as she zipped the cocoon and positioned herself on the floor.

"Night, Amby."