The Choice Of Andromeda [REWRITING]

Learn to kill better

"You killed me," Esther gasped as she awoke. Her eyes widened with shock as they shifted from her children to Andromeda. They all crowded her with glares on their faces, making her gulp, but her eyes didn't betray the fear she was feeling as she returned the glare of her children with equal heat.

Klaus muttered under his breath, "And yet, you insist on haunting the living," his voice filled with bitterness and resignation. Andromeda fought to stifle her laughter at his words, knowing this was not the right moment. She bit her lip, her gaze shifting between Klaus and Esther.

"You just suck at killing," Kol said, rolling his eyes and glaring at their mother. "Remember the latest doppelganger? You should really learn to kill better"

Klaus huffed in frustration, his face clearly showing his annoyance. He didn't know about it, but unexpectedly things had actually worked out in his favour. Now he could create his hybrids and better protect his mate. His mind was racing with just one question: How did Kol find out?

Klaus's eyes narrowed suspiciously at Rebekah, who was standing across the room. She met his gaze and rolled her eyes in exasperation, clearly unbothered by his silent accusation.

"You... monsters," Esther exclaimed, her voice quivering with a mixture of anger and disgust as she fixed her intense gaze on each person in the room. Her eyes then locked onto Andromeda with a sense of urgency. "Run, run as far as you can. They will ruin you."

Andromeda rolled her eyes in response to Esther's dramatic warning, her face betraying a hint of exasperation. She reached for Finn's hand, providing a comforting touch to reassure him, knowing that Esther's comment had stung him inside. "Wow, that's the best you could come up with?" Andromeda's voice dripped with biting sarcasm, her dismissive tone only serving to further enrage Esther.

"You just saw them murder me in cold blood," Esther said coldly, her eyes narrowing with a deep burning hatred. She wished she had her magic back; she would love nothing more than to destroy them all, starting with the foolish girl.

"And I helped them. No, wait," Andromeda responded nonchalantly, before pausing, placing a hand on her chin as if in deep thought. After a moment of faux hesitation, she declared, "Actually, I planned the whole thing," a smirk spreading across her face. As Esther let out a piercing scream, the sound echoing through the room. Andromeda's smirk only widened, her eyes glinting with defiance.

"You worthless pest," her words echoed through the house, each syllable dripping with venom. Her eyes blazed with a fierce, unrelenting hatred. "You don't know them. They're a taint on this earth, spreading suffering and misery with every breath they take. Ruining lives. I was merely doing everyone a favor by ridding the world of them," she hissed, her voice cutting through the air like a blade. Her glare swept over her children, piercing and cold. Rebekah and Finn recoiled, almost stepping back, as the sheer malice in their mother's eyes bore into them. They had known she despised them enough to kill them, but witnessing her hatred manifest so tangibly and hearing those words aloud almost cut them to their very core.

Elijah stepped forward in front of Rebekah with a protective stance, shielding her from their mother's piercing gaze. "Whatever thoughts you have of us," he began, his voice steady despite the turmoil within, "Killing your own children would have been an atrocity." A hollow feeling crept over Elijah as he observed the absence of guilt or any hint of emotion in his mother's eyes, save for a burning, unyielding hatred.

"Oh, the noble one has spoken," she let out a chilling laugh, a maniacal gleam in her eyes. "Don't think you're any better, Elijah. You speak of nobility while the monster inside you is always ready to break free. I've seen how you fight to keep it at bay, never quite letting it out. You move through the world with your polite deception, but you're every bit as much an abomination as your siblings. My only regret is that I don't get to kill you with my own hands," she spat, her words laced with venom.