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Milana and Rebekah had settled into a safe house just outside Arkansas. When Milana saw the outside of the house she wasn't at all impressed. It reminded her a lot of the white neighborhood houses her parents used to tell her to never visit. It was big and while their wasn't a picket fence, the field stretching out behind the house was all she needed to know that this was indeed a white people house.
The interior design of the house was what blew Milana away. The interior felt very classical and not modern at all. There were trinkets from the eighteen hundreds and fine china that probably had never been used before. Milana immediately fell in love with the inside of the house.
Milana walks towards the living room, eyeing the ceiling with amazement. She couldn't look anywhere else that was the ceiling. There were decorative paintings on the ceiling of the house. It stretched out over to the second floor. Tbe girl finally glanced just for her to be stopped in her tracks when she saw Rebekah hanging a festive wreath on the front door of their safe house. When she returned inside, the gave Milana a smile. The girl greeted her back a bit confused on why the wreath was on the door.
She followed after Rebekah and the two found Elijah leaning against the fireplace, seemingly deep in his own thoughts. “Well, isn't this place rather nice!” Rebekah picked up the bottle of wine that she had placed down at the table just a free moments ago, and examined it.
“Nik must have compelled a wine-lover to keep it up, because I found a 2005 bordot! Fancy a sip?” she asked holding the bottle to Milana and Elijah. The girl shakes her head. Wine in the morning didn't work so well with her. “I appreciate the sentiment, Rebekah, but I do recognize when I'm being handled with kid gloves.”
“You can't really blame us, Elijah,” Milana commented. What they saw at that diner was horrifying for both of them.
Rebekah sighed, putting down the bottle of wine. “How are you feeling?” Hope's head peaked from her play pen and Milana walked over to her with a small smile. “Patronized.”
They both looked down at Hope, who was laying in her play pen, cooing. “I am here to protect you.”
