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Thr compound was truly an amazing place and Milana now fully understood why Klaus would want his home back. The The architecture of the building was unbelievably mesmerizing. She would have loved to live here if she wasn't being held prisoner. Milana was surrounded by vampires and the girl hated it. It was bad enough she had to live with three original vampires who kept their eyes on her at all times, now she had to live with at least thirty vampires whose eyes never left her once she entered this compound.
She was the only human in a house full of vampires but they didn't have to look so hungry as though at any minute they'd bounce her and drain her blood.
The girl looked over the dinner table that was set up in the courtyard with Marcel's closest and trusted men and women gathered around it. Milana was actually impressed that he was able to get them all on his side. She didn't know for how long they'd be on his side but she'd let him have this moment to himself.
Klaus called for everyone's attention to give a speech by tapping his cup with a fork. “Let us begin with a toast to our shared gift: immortality. After a thousand years, one might expect life to be less keenly felt, for its beauties and its sorrows do diminish with time. But, as vampires, we feel more deeply than humans could possibly imagine,” Klaus said to the vampires. They didn't look one bit interested in what Klaus had to say but they had to listen.
Milana pulled her leg up the chair, as she sat on the other side of the long table. Klaus gestured toward a group of waiters and waitresses to have them join them at the table, one for each guest. “Insatiable need, exquisite pain...”
Milana stared in horror as the servants slit their wrists with knives, filling the cups with blood for the vampires. “Our victories, and our defeats.” He looked at Marcel with his glass in his hands. The man didn't look all too happy to be here.
“To my city, my home again. May the blood never cease to flow...” “...and the party never end!” Marcel said, holding his hand up.
One of the vampires, Diego raised his glass as well. “To New Orleans.”
“To New Orleans!” Klaus called out.
“New Orleans.” They all drink and Milana stares at them with disgust as her stomach recoiled. Milana never had a problem with blood but ever since her body got accustomed to her pregnancy, she started hating the smell of bloof and it didn't help that the Mikaelsons drank blood whenever and wherever they wanted to.
