Road trips could be fun.

She realized she enjoyed being a 'passenger princess.' Since she couldn't drive, Hayley suggested Jackson and Oliver accompany her.

And these two got along with her very well.

At first, Jackson hadn't been all that warm when it came to her jokes, but Oliver returned them just as quickly as she shot them out, until at last, Jackson couldn't help but laugh.

"So you're telling me you think driving is easy but you've never played Mario Kart?" asked Oliver. "What, have you been living under a rock?"

"Hey, at least it's because rocks are heavy and not because I was a stuck as a lovable stray. What do they call that, a furry?"

Jackson almost swerved off the road when he snorted. "Please stop."

Oliver stared up at the car's roof. "Is this what I've been reduced to? A furry? Well, I guess that's not as bad as a mud puppet."

"That's actually a much sweeter term than golem, honestly."

"So you're telling me that when someone jumps into the tar pit that is your daddy, it's just... poof, everyone forgets them except you?"

"That was how it worked, at least, I don't know if it'll always be the case. Since I was tossed in, I don't know how much of the world forgot me. If my brother did or if he'll still remember me."

Jackson shrugged. "If you could remember everyone else tossed in, I bet he'll remember you. It's hard to forget annoying younger siblings." He ruffled Oliver's hair, and the wolf whined.

"Quit that," said Oliver. "My hair can only be messy on certain occasions." He winked at Andra through the rearview mirror. "Wanna know which ones?"

"Oh, I think I can figure that out myself," said Andra sweetly. "Why do you think I only wear a ponytail on special occasions?"

"Please don't say it," urged Jackson when he saw the malicious glint in Oliver's eyes.

Oliver smirked. "Yeehaw, am I right?"

"See, he gets it!" said Andra happily.

"It's not that I don't get it, it's that you two are ridiculous," said Jackson. "It's almost like you want me to crash into every car we pass by."

Andra grinned. "I've never been in a car crash before." She leaned over Oliver's seat, "Want to help me have my first experience?"

Oliver laughed, shaking his head and reaching out to keep the wheel steady as Jackson put both hands on his face, trying to hide a smile.

"Aw, come on," said Andra, patting his head. "Don't you want to help me cross a few things off my bucket list? One of them may or may not include messing with people's hair..."

Oliver snickered, "No, this one likes one woman and one woman only."

Andra sighed. "Ah, yeah, Hayley's a lucky woman. Genuine question, don't take offense, but isn't it weird that you loved her before you even met her?"

Jackson didn't seem offended, which was good. "I don't know, I guess I just liked the idea of uniting the pack, of having a soulmate. Andrea was everything I wanted because she sounded so perfect, this fantasy I clung to as a kid and some hope I latched onto when we were suffering and I was waiting for the day that we could be free. And then she shows up being everything and more... it just about broke me."

"Okay, so weird it is," said Andra.

"That's what I said," Oliver whispered. "You know I want you to be happy Jack, I really do, but everyone and their mother can see that Elijah Mikaelson is head over heels for her. I think you gotta try to move on. She sees you as a friend, as family. Not as a guy she wants to date."

"Speaking of weird things," muttered Andra, finding it a bit odd that Elijah was attracted to her when she was carrying his brother's child. Even if she and Klaus had no romantic ties and even if it was okay to like her, it seemed like a recurring pattern she'd heard in the history of the Originals. Klaus and Elijah had the same taste in women but there were those that believed Elijah didn't like said women until Klaus had had them in one way or another.

It wasn't her place to say, however, and because of it, she mimed a motion of zipping her lips when both wolves seemed to want her to elaborate.

"You just need to get laid," said Oliver, putting his hands behind his head. "Be free and stop hanging onto a girl that don't want you. We just got our lives back. Live a little before you try and settle down." He seemed to have an idea, "Say, how long is this gonna take? Few days?"

"A day to get there and a day to get back," said Andra. "Unless you want to do it all today. Not that there's any rush. I told the Originals it would take a few days because I was planning to take buses and walk a few miles on my own. A lot easier when you have a driver."

"Yeah, Jack's good at that," said Oliver. "He's good at a lot of other things, too, he can show you if you let him."

Jackson made a face. "I'm right here, you know?"

"Exactly, I'm making the moves for you!"

"Oh, no thanks, not my type," said Andra. "You seem really nice but I am not into people who don't give me what I want, namely, the car crash I so politely asked for."

"Damn it, Jack, you could have had a gold mine but you just had to be a good driver," scolded Oliver. "Well, I can't give you a car crash, gorgeous, but I can be your first time with a werewolf."

She burst out laughing. "You think you'd be my first time with a werewolf? That's funny. I've been with them before. And they are quite good at what they do. But I have my preferences."

"Being what, exactly?"

"Vampires."

"Hang on, aren't you explicitly a vampire hunter? How are you fornicating with your sworn enemy and calling that your favorite thing?"

"I hunt what I'm paid to hunt. Most call me a vampire hunter because it's what I'm tasked with killing most often but I have preferred nicknames. Aside from 'Golem Girl' and 'Malivore Spawn' I do like to be called 'Huntress of Beasts' or 'Monslayer' since it's more general. I've hunted everything from werewolves to griffins."

"Please don't tell me you've fucked–"

"Oh fuck no! Mostly humans, and a handful of witches, werewolves, and vampires. I've never slept with a creature outside of that, to my knowledge. It's different, I have to hunt the other ones to give to my father, I can't be screwing them before I send them off to their deaths."

"Okay, then why vampires?"

"The stamina. The other powers are perks but I don't get tired easily so I can't really do much if my partner is exhausted after one round."

"Ah. Well, when we get those moonlight rings, I'll have all the stamina, strength, and speed you could ever want."

"That is so cute," she said, tugging at his cheek. "But I am still not sleeping with you."

Oliver put his hand on his heart, pretending this was the greatest defeat in the history of defeats. She giggled, knowing he was just fooling around. This was the sort of friend you only ever joked with. Playful but never serious; it would simply be too strange.

At last, they arrived in Dallas, where the black kyanite stones were being imported from Brazil to a large warehouse for a company that sold healing crystals. Andra picked the lock of the unassuming building, repeating her powerline trick to disable the cameras before they went in and grabbed a pound of stones, enough for the entire Crescent Pack and then some.

"We'll sleep here until tomorrow," said Andra, opening the door of a house. "I think Jackson's a little too tired and my ass hurts from sitting down too much."

"I could make you feel better," chirped Oliver as he examined the house. "Wow, nice kitchen. You have good taste."

"I know, I only steal things I find pretty."

Jackson skidded to a halt. "This isn't your house or the house of someone you know?"

"Fuck no, I have no clue who lives here."

"Then why are we here?"

"I don't know, it was sweet-looking and I could tell it was unlocked."

"Someone could come back at any minute and I am not going to kill a homeowner just protecting their territory. Let's go."

Andra pouted, sadly following him and Oliver to the car.

They camped out under the stars, the weather too hot for them to even need blankets. Andra took the first watch while the two wolves slept, toying with the stones between her fingers.

When it was finally her turn to sleep, she curled up beside Jackson, knocked out almost immediately by the fatigue of traveling (despite the many stops to fuel up; perhaps it was too much food).

She opened her eyes and found herself in a familiar pub, a place she had frequented to discuss payments with employers. The pub owner had been a good friend of Ryan's and a retired mercenary they'd worked with in the past; he'd always been willing to help her kill if things got too messy and she found herself in an unsafe situation.

"You are here early."

She smiled, recognizing the voice. "Or perhaps you are late."

Mikael sat across from her. "I am never late."

"Then I am always early."

His lip twitched. "I have brought something for you." He reached into his pocket, sliding a small leather pouch across the table.

She opened it, beaming when she found a set of knives, each with a wooden handle that had the clan of his family carved into it. "They are beautiful," she whispered, taking one out. "Thank you."

"Now, prove to me you can use them. Without turning around, the parchment with–"

She flicked it back over her shoulder, lodging the knife in the forehead of the man drawn on the parchment, a 'WANTED' poster for a criminal she'd killed days prior. "Please, give me a hard one."

His eyes flashed, and she wondered if the shine in them was anger or pride. "You have improved." That was perhaps the closest she came to a compliment.

"I had a wonderful teacher." She ran her hand over the clan symbol. "I like this much better than the symbol that represents Malivore and all his spawn." She carved the mark of Triad on the table. "At least this one means something. This means strength, courage, honor, discipline. The Triad means control, it means destruction, it means... being exploited and hurt."

"Triad is weak," said Mikael. "A Viking clan is mighty."

She beamed, figuring that what he wasn't saying was that he accepted her as part of his family, in a way. He'd once said she had the heart of a Viking despite knowing nothing about them.

"I know you are very opposed to anything that resembles affection," said Andra, noting how he rolled his eyes. "However, I wish to let you know it means a great deal to me that you take time to teach me to be strong. I like it. My own father never taught me anything, he only took and took and let me die a thousand times because of his greed. I admire you, Mikael. Warts and all."

"If I did not know any better," he murmured, "I would say you were my blood."

She woke up to Oliver poking her, letting her know it was time to get going.

When they got back to New Orleans, they found out they'd missed a lot. Hayley had almost died at Father Kieran's funeral, but Genevieve had managed to revive her and the baby.

Andra's dream was no coincidence. Word from Mystic Falls said that the Other Side was growing unstable, and the dead were able to reach out to the living. Klaus and Elijah had had nightmares about Mikael just hours before he tried to kill Hayley when she was temporarily dead and on the Other Side.

Now all they had to do was wait for the next full moon. Klaus got to work with Genevieve on preparing the spell. Apparently, the promise of an extended period of time in the hybrid's bed was promising to Genevieve, because she had no problem agreeing to do it. What the witches stood to gain from this, Andra didn't know. She doubted this was being done out of the goodness of their hearts. Maybe the Originals had promised them something.

She tried not to worry about it, since it was no longer her problem. She worked every day at the Jardin Gris, happily accepting each paycheck that came, and often seeing Marcel in the evenings to discuss different things. Sometimes more details about the past, plans for the future, musings of what was happening in the present. Marcel seemed to be adjusting to this lifestyle. He still got to see Davina often, and it seemed like she was doing much better with her magic after Josh was pardoned (and apparently given a daylight ring, courtesy of Klaus's little gift). Sometimes a person just needed a pal with a good enough shoulder to lean on.

"Looks like you're becoming more social," said Marcel, after she told him that Oliver, Jackson, and their friend Aiden had invited her for drinks and darts out in the Bayou, which she'd had a lot of fun with. "I even heard from Diego that a few of the vampires are enjoying training with you."

"Well, they're fun, and it helps both of us. They learn how to think like a vampire hunter and not get killed and I practice thinking like my prey in case I need it. Symbiosis. One of the ladies, Felicia, is actually really fun. We went to the club the other night and got a whole stack of cash by beating some frat boys in a drinking game."

He smirked. "You're fitting right in. Soon you're not gonna have time for me anymore."

She rolled her eyes. "Please, as if I would pass up the opportunity to gossip and have free drinks."

"That's all I'm good for? Dang. Thought I had at least a few more redeeming qualities."

"You have plenty, I'm sure. Why don't you show them to me?" She winked.

"How dare you come into my loft just to seduce me? What was it you said to Papa Tunde? At least take me out for dinner before you start with that."

"Dinner at my place this Friday night then," she said with a shrug. "Full moon's on Thursday, I'll be busy then making sure the spell works and then we can celebrate."

"Celebrate what, exactly?"

"Like it or not, this will help make the city truly whole. Everyone's on the same playing field and no one will feel like prey. Everyone's got their strengths and weaknesses more or less balanced out. Plus we could celebrate... I don't know, three months of me being here without being murdered. Three months since you held a knife to my throat at a party."

"Hey, for the record, I thought you were there to cause problems for my guys."

"I don't blame you. I just think my throat is better suited for other things."

He held up his glass, smirking. "You never fail to lighten the mood."

"I know, I'm a right ray of sunshine."

"That's being a little generous."

"Aw, are you saying I don't brighten your day?"

"Well, I used to want you dead and now I don't but I wouldn't say that brightens my day."

"I'll be patient then. Soon enough you'll be singing my praises! Everyone does sooner or later."

She went to the Mikaelson Compound that Thursday evening, eager to see if the spell worked or not. Klaus had Genevieve at the dining room table, watching like a hawk beside Hayley and Elijah.

"This is so exciting," whispered Andra.

"Stop talking," said Klaus.

"Hey, I got you the stones, at least let me breathe without you getting mad!"

"Both of you," said Elijah, motioning for Genevieve to begin.

She held her hands out over the stones. "Tua virtuse. Materi lunare tua virtuse. Materi lunare tua virtuse."

As she chanted, they saw the stones slowly beginning to change from their dull black into a more shiny top coat. She was nearly done when Klaus's phone rang.

"And why are you calling me?" asked Klaus, turning away as he picked up. Andra saw Diego's name flashing on the screen.

"We're being ambushed!" yelled Diego on the other line. "There are wolves everywhere and they're going to turn any minute! They came out of nowhere–"

"I'll be there," said Klaus, jaw clenching angrily. "All of you, stay here."

Andra found it suspicious immediately. Why would the wolves be risking their very beneficial alliance with him by attacking the vampires unless–

Unless the alliance wasn't with him.

"Hayley, follow me," said Andra, grabbing her arm. "Something is wrong, we're getting out of– AHH!"

She, Hayley, and Elijah all doubled over as two of the Harvest girls appeared in the doorway, holding out their hands and chanting. Andra tried to push past it, knowing the aneurysm wasn't real, that it couldn't take her down. She looked up with watery eyes, heart dropping into her stomach when she saw Oliver, followed by four wolves.

Genevieve handed them five stones, and as soon as they took them in their palms, rushed at Elijah, biting him everywhere they could reach until he collapsed, temporarily dead. Andra was pulled away, pinned to a wall and receiving a broom handle right through the abdomen, pinning her to the wall.

"Don't kill her," said Oliver. "She'll just come back healed." He nodded to Genevieve. "We'll take those."

She placed the stones in a bag he'd brought with him, waiting for him and the wolves to leave before she and the two Harvest girls raised their arms, weakening Hayley so much that she went unconscious.

"LET HER GO!" yelled Andra. "SHE'S DONE NOTHING TO YOU!"

"She hasn't," said Genevieve sympathetically. "But that baby might. Don't worry. Comply and you might find yourself benefitting from this, too."

Andra let out an angry huff, bracing herself as she gripped the broom handle, trying to pull herself off. She screamed with each inch she managed, but it wasn't fast enough. Who knew what was happening to Klaus– he'd probably been ambushed by witches, too, to keep him from coming after Hayley. They were going to kill the baby, that was certain. Andra refused to let it happen.

Breathing heavily, she reached into her pocket, blinking tears away to find Marcel's contact. "Please pick up, please don't be at that ambush helping them, please, please..."

He didn't answer, and she let out an angry scream. "Damn it! Oh, god... Klaus, Marcel, somebody..." she dialed Rebekah's number, despite knowing she wouldn't get there in time. "Rebekah, help, please..."

She didn't answer, either. Maybe she didn't recognize the number, or maybe she was busy. Maybe they'd found a way to hurt her, too. Andra then realized that something was glitching at the corner of her phone screen.

It wasn't that they weren't answering, there was just no signal.

"Oh, screw you people," she said, upset. "God... okay. Okay. This is about to happen, this is going to hurt, you probably won't die from it right away and every second wastes time so you need..." she drew another deep breath, "You need to stay conscious, you need to stay strong, you need to get out of here as quickly as possible and die as quickly as possible. Here's what you're gonna do, Andra... you're gonna rip yourself off of here, and without collapsing, you're going to go to the third floor and you're gonna throw yourself off, break your neck, and come back healed in a few minutes. Everything is gonna be fine if you do. Time is of the essence. You have to do something, you can't let them die."

She closed her eyes, focusing on shutting off the pain. You have no organs and no blood, you're losing nothing, you've damaged nothing, you just feel this way because you were made to, but it's not real, none of it is real. You feel fine. It's okay.

She pushed her hands and feet against the wall, groaning and shoving herself as far forward as she could until at last, she popped off of the broom, crumpling to the floor.

With all her strength, she grabbed a chair and hoisted herself up, plugging up the wound with her hands and limping to the stairs. Every single step ached but she repeated the words in her head, I feel fine, I'm okay. Step by step, second by second until she reached the third floor. She leaned over the railing and let herself fall backwards, closing her eyes.

She woke up on the courtyard floor a few minutes later, the pain completely gone. She scrambled up, running to the dining room and finding Elijah still dead. She held up her phone again, relieved when she saw the flickering had stopped– she had signal again.

"Andra!" said Marcel, answering after the first ring. "What the hell is going on? Where are you?"

"The witches took Hayley!" she gasped. "They're gonna kill her and the baby– where is Klaus?!"

"Something was wrong with him, he started getting weak could barely stand, like something was draining his power."

"The stones! It has to be! Oliver arrived mere minutes after he left. That ambush, are the vampires–"

"Most of my guys are bitten. I'm–" he tried to correct himself, "I'm worried that Klaus won't make it back in time to heal them."

"They bit you, didn't they!"

"No, Andra, I'm not bitten, I'm fine."

"Liar! You were going to say you were bitten!"

"It doesn't matter, okay? Klaus isn't here anymore, he went to find Hayley, he heard her screaming in pain. You need to get the hell out of there. Let them handle it, this is not your fight!"

"I'm not backing down! I can't die, they can't stop me for too long! If I can do something, I will. I just need to wake Elijah up. Where do these people keep their blood bags?"

"Check the fridge in the downstairs study. Andra..." he hesitated, and decided not to say anything.

"Don't die on me," she warned. "Or I will bring you back from the dead just so I can kill you myself."

As soon as she'd retrieved the blood bags, she poured them into Elijah's mouth, hoping that he would wake soon. The moment he did, she told him what Marcel had said, and he rushed off to track Hayley and Klaus on foot.

She started moving toward the cemetery, figuring there would be something there if this baby was apparently so important it needed to be killed by witches. The Harvest had happened in the cemetery, surely a sacrifice would occur there, too.

"You shouldn't be here."

"Neither should you!" she said to Marcel, examining the bite on his throat. "Oh, that is disgusting."

"Gee, thanks," said Marcel dryly. "Really makes a person feel like everything's going to be fine."

"Klaus will heal you. He has to."

"And what makes you so sure of that?"

"If he really wanted you dead, he'd have killed you himself. I don't know what's going on anymore but I think if we do something to help Hayley and the baby, he'll be inclined to pay you back with your life. I can't say the same about your guys but... it's worth a try. Maybe he'll be merciful if they survive this."

The cemetery was a labyrinth. She didn't remember it having so many rows the last time she was here. Marcel was the one who figured out that it was an illusion when he noticed the same exact tomb with a little american flag and pink flower two times. That didn't make their search any easier and it sure as hell didn't inspire confidence.

"They have to be here," said Andra, pacing in a circle. "They have to be. Maybe it's like... it's like you have to feel around? A hidden door in plain sight? Cover your eyes and one of the tombs turns out to be a– a portal or something?"

"Covering our eyes may be a good idea," said Marcel. "They're tricking one of our senses, so if we use another one... I could try to smell and hear once my eyes are out of the equation and see what I find."

She removed her jacket, wrapping the sleeves around his eyes. "Bet you never thought I'd be blindfolding you, huh?" she asked shakily, cringing when she got another close-up of his bite. It looked worse than it did an hour ago.

"Yeah, I don't know if I like how this feels," said Marcel. "But let's just see if it works. Shh..."

She was as silent as she could be, letting him move around quietly, hands held out and head turning repeatedly to see what sounds he could pick up on. At last, he pointed ahead, grabbing her arm and tugging her through the rows, with her functioning as his eyes to make sure he didn't bump into anything.

"There!" said Andra, ripping the jacket off when she saw the altar up ahead. Hayley was stuck in a fist-fight with Genevieve, Klaus was being thrown through the air, and Elijah was trying to overpower the Harvest girls, who had a small baby on the concrete table.

Marcel reached into his pocket, withdrawing a small star-shaped blade, preparing to throw it right when he saw Klaus hurling a rod from a wrought iron fence through the air at Abigail, impaling her through the stomach and killing her.

He threw the star, and Andra began to sprint as soon as she confirmed Monique had been hit. Klaus whirled around as Marcel sped up ahead to pick up the baby, rushing away with her and leading the hybrid away. Andra leapt up behind Genevieve, yanking her arms forcefully behind her back as Elijah arrived to help Hayley, the two delivering a mighty blow that knocked Genevieve out.

"We'll take it from here," said Hayley darkly, staring at Genevieve.

"Your skin," said Andra, noticing a paler tint. "You look–"

"Dead?" said Hayley. "That's because I am."

Andra returned to the Compound to find Marcel was healed. Though, the look in his eyes suggested it was already too late for his other guys– only a few had survived and they weren't sure they wanted to stay in New Orleans anymore.

"I need your help."

They looked up at Klaus. "With what?" asked Andra.

"My mother was behind this. The witches will continue to come after my daughter if they know she lived. She will be sent to live with Rebekah, while we claim her to be dead here. Marcel, I must ask you to acquire two stillborns from a hospital."

"Two?" he asked. "Why two?"

Klaus stared at Andra. "They told me why you came here. The witches, they knew. My mother knew. You were sent here to kill my child."

Marcel immediately stepped between them. "She didn't do it, alright, she never wanted to, was never going to, so if you want to hurt her for it, you're going to have to go through me."

The hybrid remained calm. "Hayley and Elijah made the same point. They are unhappy, as am I, that your loyalty to this family was based on a lie. However, given that my daughter's death needs to be faked and that you aided in saving her and did not kill her despite many opportunities to do so... I am inclined to give you one thing, Andra Clarke. A few drops of her blood, to be placed on a stillborn. You will offer that to your father as proof that the tribrid is dead."

She nearly collapsed. "But... but you... you mean...?"

"Yes. In exchange for your secrecy and continued loyalty, you will be freed from Malivore forever."

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A/N: Happy 100 pages! Comment for more :)