Ava's POV:

So, as it turns out, there's a very strong possibility that Eva is a descendant of mine. Not really sure how that would work since I 'died' before I had the chance to produce any offspring…

But whatever.

That's not really the point.

The point is, that disgustingly nice bitch is slowly reeling Elijah in and I don't like it. Not one bit.

Yes, I'm jealous and yes it is incredibly selfish. I'm dead. I'm allowed to be selfish.

We all know what's really happening here. He's not attracted to her because she's beautifully unique or a genuinely nice person or any of that crap. He's drawn to her because she looks like me. It's not her he's attracted to it's the version of me in her.

It's almost the same as what happened with Katherine and Elena, except that Eva doesn't look exactly like me, there are subtle differences.

Her eyes are brown, whereas mine are blue. Were blue. I'm not really sure what tense I should be using, you know, because I'm dead.

Her hair is a lighter brown as well, whereas mine is/was almost black. There are other slight differences, the shape of her eyes, for example. Stuff like that. The resemblance is still striking though.

They went for coffee today. Coffee. Coffee has been a euphemism for sex for decades now. I tagged along, of course, since I have nothing better to do than float around listening to other people's conversations. They somehow - yeah, somehow. I'm pretty sure Elijah pushed the conversation in that direction on purpose - got onto the subject of family history which was fascinating. Except that it really wasn't. Elijah lied, of course. He'd probably agree with me when I say that revealing the fact that you're over 1000 years old and a vampire to someone you've known just over a week isn't the best idea. But what do I know? I'm dead.

I lied when I said it wasn't fascinating. I mean, most of it wasn't. Who cares about some great-great grandfather who used to own a bakery in the 1800s? I certainly don't.

What was interesting was that the official explanation for my disappearance was that I had been kidnapped and brutally murdered, allegedly. Well, that was kind of true. I was brutally murdered, a month ago.

Anyway, apparently they caught the man who allegedly killed me and had him burnt at the stake. Poor guy.

"Yeah, I think his name was Raoul."

Oh, yeah, maybe not. Raoul had fed off me and - unintentionally - turned me. Not really sorry that he's dead.

"You know an awful lot about it, it's fascinating." said Elijah with a small smile.

Oh yeah, I'm sure it is fascinating listening to a load of crap that you already know. He lived through it!

"My mom's a historian." she explained. "Family trees are kind of her thing."

She's so nice. It's despicable. I hate her. I hate her so much that, as I was sitting there, telling her that I hated her and that she was boring and nothing but a replica of me, I managed to knock over to knock her coffee over. Ha.

It went all over her pretty white dress. Good. I hope it burned.

I'm so horrible. I really need to tone it down a bit. Being dead is just so boring. If I could communicate with just one other person then it'd be a hundred times better.

I thought you were supposed to be reunited with loved ones when you died? Not stuck in an isolation zone.

I wonder who I'd see if I was reunited with loved ones? My parents, obviously, and my brother. My old friends, maybe, from my childhood? I don't think there'd be many people. I mean, I didn't really make a habit of forming relationships with people.

I know who wouldn't be there. Adeline. I hate her more I've ever hated anyone. I hope she's burning in hell.

Elijah and Eva's coffee date was cut short by the fact that her white dress was now stained dark brown.

Sorry about that, guys.

Not.

Immature? Me? Maybe just a little.

I wonder if I'll ever be able to communicate with the living. Damon told me once about some dead witch ancestor of Bonnie's who possessed her. Possessing people wouldn't be brilliant, but it was better than nothing. Unfortunately, I don't know the first thing about possessing people. I wouldn't know where to begin. Pity. I could have possessed Eva and told Elijah to get lost.

When Elijah arrived home later on that night - much later than I expected, actually - I was lay on his bed, again, staring up at the ceiling.

"Oh, sweetheart, you're home!" I exclaimed enthusiastically. I'd gotten into quite a habit of talking aloud to him, even if it was complete and utter nonsense. It's not like he could hear me.

"You know how I worry!"

I pushed myself up into a sitting position. "How was your date?" I spat out the word 'date' like it was dirt, which it was. "I do hope Eva was able to get that horrible stain out of her dress."

Elijah was silent, which wasn't surprising since, to him, the room was completely empty.

"That was you?"

"Of course it wa-"

Wait. What?