Severina inhaled, seemed on the brink of saying something, then graciously smiled and looked briefly away before rephrasing what as on her mind.
"I have professional reasons to be in possession of... Parts. There are those who study the body in death. A... Scientific enterprise. I profit in this, but not all are suitable. So, I have the problem of disposal, yes? But then I think to myself... Severina, why not create a thing of beauty? I am creating a garden, if you will... Where nature can grow and flowers may bloom, from roots place in flesh and bone. Not for public viewing, of course and there is a... Problem with aroma, but it is like art, you understand? A private display which would appeal to others of my kind."
And there it was. The amputated limbs and cadavers not wanted by the Institute, providing a form of sustenance for plant life in a secret garden within the vampire's estate. Severina seemed to regard it as a form of art project. Obscene by human standards, but for the undead? Perhaps it had merit. She appeared to think so.
Revolting, no doubt, as society would judge it. But neither of them were wholly human.
"I do not think this would trouble your... Sensibilities and artistic expression would do you well. You could pose them, arrange them, help life to grow anew from death. If this does not appeal, I take no offence."