Lying awake watching the sunlight
How the birds will sing as I count the rings
around my eyes
Constantly pushing the world I know aside
I don't even feel the pain, I don't even want to
try

Pink – Lonely Girl

Chapter 50

Desperate Housewives

California, present day

Who would have ever thought that a vampire could actually enjoy sunbathing? Strangely I loved it, even though my skin didn't tan. I was lying on a deck chair by the pool, wearing nothing except pink children's bikini and sunglasses. The day was hot and sunny, so I really enjoyed my drink and my blood popsicle. As far as I could tell, I was the only vampire who liked frozen blood. Just the smell of human food made me nauseous these days and I hadn't even tasted it for a very long time.

It was fun to try new things with blood, since one could store it nowadays. I had tried blood milkshake, blood budding, even a freaking blood jelly. I really had too much time on my hands; I was like some bored housewife, cooking and decorating. I would have liked to have some friends, but that was easier said than done, I had never really fit in anywhere. That hadn't changed along the years.

Well, at least I had some eye candy; a very handsome pool boy was just cleaning the pool. It hadn't really needed to be cleaned, but since I was home alone I had felt like enjoying myself a little. There was no harm in looking. I licked my popsicle and eyed his gorgeous upper body. He looked up and smiled at me, he liked children. I smiled back and waved at him.

At first I hadn't liked the idea of living here, but I had started to love the sun and the sea, it wasn't very far away. The house was just as luxurious as all the other houses I had lived with papa during the last decades, but that didn't fill the emptiness. Papa hadn't been the same after all the bad things that had happened and he refused to talk about it with me. I missed the rest of my family so much and I knew that papa did too. He was away a lot and when he was home, I felt that his mind was somewhere else.

I was running out of ideas, I didn't know what more I could do to help him. The truth was that I was lonely and miserable, but I couldn't increase papa's burden by saying it out loud. Why couldn't he talk to me? He had been away for weeks and only called few times to check on me, he hadn't even told me where he was. I was so sick of this, but I didn't know what to do to fix things. I would never leave him, but lately I hadn't felt much needed. I sighed and got up; I didn't feel like sunbathing anymore. The big house felt so empty, although we had some staff. I was just heading to my room when I noticed our housekeeper, Mrs. Mills.

"Have my father called?" I asked.

She looked at me sympathetically and shook her head.

"No, I'm afraid not, sweetheart. I'm sure he will be home soon."

I wasn't so sure about that, I felt quite depressed.

"Have…someone else called?"

"No, there have been no calls."

Of course, what had I expected? I wasn't enough and I never would be. Not to him. Bitterness was a very unpleasant feeling, but I would simply have to ignore it. I went to my room and lied down on my bed, maybe I should take a nap or something. Not that I had anything better to do. I definitely wasn't going to open the box under my bed, the last thing I needed was the painful memories. Kol had brought that box back to me all those years ago when I had returned to New Orleans; he had found it from my New York home.

I had wanted to go back to look for Damon, but Kol had finally confessed that he had made Damon to forget me. I had been angry, but eventually I had forgiven him, we were a family after all. I had even forgiven Klaus, but that had been before everything else had happened. I had made it very clear to him and to Kol that I wasn't their property; they had no right to try to control me.

Of course they had kept trying; it was a part of their nature. In a way it was their way to show that they cared. The years we had spent together in New Orleans had been happy years, at least to me. It made me sad to think about Klaus. He had chosen his path and hopefully that path would make him happy.

I was still wearing the bikini, but I didn't feel like getting dressed, instead I curled up under the covers and picked up a book from my bedside table. It was a romance novel, I enjoyed reading those. I really was like a bored housewife. Well, this was probably the closest thing of a romance I would ever have, so I would just have to settle. I was so concentrated on reading that I almost jumped when my cell phone started to ring. That didn't happen very often, not many people called me, so it took me few seconds to find it. Unknown caller. I frowned and answered.

"Yes?"

"Eva? It's Jonas Martin," a familiar male voice said.

I was so surprised that it took me a moment to reply.

"Oh, hi, Dr. Martin."

I couldn't imagine why he was calling me, we had only met briefly few months ago when he and his son Luka had come to meet papa.

"What can I do for you?" I asked.

"Well… Don't be alarmed, but Elijah could use your help."

"What? Is something happened, is he alright?"

His silence didn't sound good at all.

"Dr. Martin?"

"He's not in mortal danger, but he has been daggered."

"What?" I asked angrily. "By who? Klaus?"

"No, by few other people."

"What people?" I asked, this didn't make any sense.

"It's… a long story and I doubt that Elijah would even want me to call you, but I think you are the best person to help him."

"Yes, of course. Where are you?"

"In Virginia. The town's name is Mystic Falls."

"Mystic Falls…" I muttered. "Alright…alright, I'm on my way."

I hung up and started to get dressed as quickly as I could. Whoever these people were who had dared to hurt papa were already as good as dead.