Ava's POV:
Whoever said that death was the next big adventure had obviously never died.
Obviously, since they wouldn't have been able to say that if they were dead. Whatever.
It's not an adventure. I've been dead for three weeks now and I've done nothing but wander. There's nothing else to do! I can only move objects if I'm feeling particularly strong emotions, other than that I'm unable to do anything. Except walk around and talk to myself. Excuse me for a moment whilst I try to contain my excitement.
Thanks a lot, Klaus.
Elijah seemed to have gotten over my untimely (or perhaps long overdue?) death. Or maybe he's just good at hiding his emotions. I don't know. I'd ask him but…well, I can't.
He was out in public today. I don't know what he was doing, I don't tend to hang around the house much, it's a little depressing, so I don't know what he's been sent out to do. Maybe he's looking for Klaus.
"Still can't see me, huh?" I asked him as we walked through the busy streets of some unknown town. Of course he couldn't, I was nothing but the imprint of a departed soul. Kind of.
I followed him around for a while, purely because it was my only source of entertainment. He seemed to be wandering around aimlessly. I do enough of that myself, so I was about to go off on my own when I heard his sharp intake of breath.
I turned, thinking for a moment that I'd somehow become visible to him, but his gaze was not focused on me, as I'd hoped, he was looking at-
Oh, wow.
There was a girl. Not just any girl, though. No. This girl looked eerily like me. It was fascinating.
I glanced at Elijah who, like I had been, was staring at the girl in utter fascination.
"No. No, no, no, don't you dare." I said as Elijah took a step towards her, still in awe.
"She is not me. You can't just replace me with her!"
Oh, brilliant. I wasn't even cold in my grave yet and here Elijah was, replacing me with some human look-a-like.
Seriously?
It was selfish of me, but I didn't want him to move on…not yet, especially not while I'm still here!
Urgh, talk about unfair.
I walked with him as he approached her. I didn't want to miss a moment of this.
"Excuse me," he said quietly.
She looked up from the book she'd been reading with polite curiosity. "Yes?"
"Have we met before?"
"No, you haven't, you idiot." I said, folding my arms.
"Uhm, no…I don't think so." she replied.
Elijah nodded. "Sorry, my mistake."
Ha, nicely played. Shy and modest. I could almost feel the curiosity coming from the girl. She was intrigued.
Elijah turned to walk away when the girl half-rose from the bench. "Wait!"
Elijah turned back to her.
"Who did you think I was?"
Elijah gave her a small smile and indicated the empty space next to her. "May I?"
"Of course. I'm Eva, by the way."
"Eva…that's a lovely name. I'm Elijah." he held out his hand.
"It's a family name," she said, taking his hand.
Funny. Eva is a variant of the name Ava. That couldn't be a coincidence.
Intrigued as I was by Eva as I was, I did not want to stand by and watch as Elijah fell head over heels in love her, the same way he'd fallen in love with me.
"Honey, you're home!" I called out sarcastically as Elijah entered the room. I was lay, facing the ceiling, on his bed.
I'd never seen his room before I died. It wasn't so different from the one that I'd stayed in.
He looked happier than he had in a long while. Ever since I'd died, actually. I didn't need any clues to be able to guess why.
Pure envy began to build up inside me. I'd been dead three weeks! Weren't people supposed to spend years getting over loved ones? Hell, he'd spent 500 years looking for me after I ran off. Apparently my death wasn't having as much of an impact on him as my running away did.