#(elena)

It's been two years now. Two years of wandering, praying, hoping that she would eventually be able to find the person that killed her. It was fruitless of course, even the police had given up hope. The only person still attempting to do anything was her poor brother who had come over from Spain and worked his fingers to the bone to make ends meet just so he could continue the search. She'd tried to show herself to him several times, but she couldn't make him see her. She wasn't sure why either.

Now she was at the place where it happened, leaning in the alley and staring at that part of the sidewalk that was still stained. The very spot that she laid dead in for nearly three hours before anyone found her or her roommate. She watched the people, hoping that just maybe she'd be able to recognize the face of the person. Murderers usually always went back to the scene of the crime, especially if they didn't get caught. The chances were slim of course, but she had to try. "What are you wearing?" She said, shaking her head at a girl that was wearing practically nothing to make her way to the front of the line. "What is the point in wearing anything at all?" Of course, she could hold conversations like this because the living couldn't see her, so it did not harm in talking about them right? "Americans," she muttered softly, turning to watch someone pass her, a girl that had her own sense of style. "Well, at least she looks cute and dresses fun."

There were certain things in the spirit world that Elena had been told were unacceptable to do from others. Whether they were true or not was an entirely different story but she was on a mission. She had to find out who did this to her and her roommate and it’s been two years now, the ghost growing more frustrated that it seemed everyone had given up on her case. 

Sometimes she would watch people and observe them, always trying to figure out what was going on. Like that evening, she was sitting in the park, people watching and her eyes landed on Devi, head tilting as she watched from afar and trying to figure out what exactly they were doing. 

Elena seemed shocked, staring across at the other while they acknowledged her. "You can see me?" She realized how crazy that must have sounded but no one could ever see her unless she wanted them to and she wasn't even trying to get the other's attention. This was bizarre to say the least. "But you're not dead.."

Elena had been thinking about this for days now, it was eating away at her and as much as she had grown to love the two people in that room with her, she was at a crossroads and she knew that she shouldn't be there. She'd grown too comfortable with being "alive" and nearly forgot why she'd gone to that ball in the first place.

She was about to answer Hunter's question when Reagan interrupted her train of thought and she frowned, looking to him. She hated seeing that look on his face, he was the first person to be so kind to her and make her feel alive again at the ball and to know that she was hurting the two of them made her feel sick to her stomach.

“What I desire, I haven’t found,” Elena pointed out, continuing to watch the people walk past her on the street. “Don’t worry, when I do find what I’m looking for, I will take it. Then maybe all of this will end.”

Elena still had no luck in finding the person that did this to her and her roommate. Her roommate had somehow found peace and crossed over but Elena hadn't. Couldn't. She wanted whoever did this to them to pay.

When Laura had been around, Elena could tell that the older woman could sense spirits, everyone tucked behind the veil was buzzing on about it which is why Elena had followed Laura home. She didn't want to startle the woman or intrude but she was waiting at the bottom of the stairs as Laura came down them. All she wanted to know was if this woman could somehow help her since everyone else seemed to give up on her case because she wasn't from America. Or that's what it felt like.

"Please don't send me away," Elena said quickly as she looked up to Laura. "I need your help."

Elena was pretty sure that she should mind her own business, ghost or not, but she felt the need to say something to the other woman. “I would be careful walking across graves, it’s bad luck. Most people think that it is just a superstition but it’s not. Bad luck will follow you.”