Last Shot (Jacob Black) [3] COMPLETE

7. Les Signes Avant-coureurs de L'enfer

~Jazmine~

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"He's dead. He killed himself. I'm sorry." Danielle replies. I press my head against the wall and close my eyes.

"I don't know what to do. Just try to keep each other safe." I sigh.

"Okay." She says. I hang up and press my back against the wall before sliding down. I bury my head in my knees and cry. My body racks with sobs and I curl up tighter.

"Jaz? What's wrong?" Jake asks. I feel a hand on my back.

"Kolon- he killed himself." I manage to get out.

"Do you want to go back?" I shake my head.

"That's almost the last thing I want." I state.

"Come here." He picks me up and carries me to the couch. I rest my head on his shoulder and take a deep breath.

• • •

I curl my hair and apply a little more makeup than usual. I smile into the mirror before grabbing my clothes and putting them on- a black mini skirt and a tight red vneck T-shirt. I grab my healed leather boots and zip them up. I take one last look in the mirror and smile, my teeth whiter than my skin. My eyes glow green and I shake my head before turning around and walking into the bedroom. I feel my eyes change back to brown and walk into the living room.

"Come on, Jackass, let's go." I say walking past him on the couch. I turn around when I don't get a reply and look at him, gawking at me. "Jake- back to reality, and let's go." He nods and stands up. I roll my eyes before turning back around and walking out to the car Matthew left us. I get in on the passenger side and Jake gets in and starts the car. "Drive, idiot- we still have two weeks here alone. Trust me this will probably happen again." He half nods and starts driving.

"You look-" he pauses for a moment and glances at me for a quick nanosecond. "You look good." He manages to say.

"I figured that when you couldn't talk, and you still can't." I state with a slight laugh.

"That's not exactly my fault." He rushes out to say.

"I'm too hot for you to handle, I know." I smirk. He nods and pulls up to the club. I get out of the car and he walks around the car and pushes me against it.

"Nothing is too hot for me to handle." He states- ego much. I slightly cock my head to the side. I place a hand on his shoulder and drag it down to his bicep slowly. My eyes trace over his body before going back to his eyes. I drag my hand back up to his shoulder and my other hand locks with it. "I hate you."

"I hate you more." I smirk before pulling away from him and walking toward the building. His hand meets the small of my back and slides across to my hip. I push open the door, we came in through the back to get through faster. I drag him through until we get to the main part. I look around for one specific familiar face- then I find it.

"Hey! Look who finally shows up!" He smirks.

"Alright, Alejandro, why do you always try to get me to come to these things?" I ask.

"You need a break from the rest of the world mija! Go have fun, you and the wolf boy!" Alejandro replies. I roll my eyes. I drag Jake off toward a place where it isn't crowded and we sit down.

"Who the hell is he?" Jake asks.

"Alejandro Ramirez, he's a hunter from Spain- but he's part of the rebellion against the old code. There's more of us than you think trying to change from the old ways." I reply.

"I don't like him." Jake states blandly.

"I'm not to fond of him either, he seems a little too suspicious, he always shows up at random clubs around Europe. France, Italy, Spain, even Britain." I say looking around for him. "Not only that, but he has this tattoo on his wrist- it's a gang symbol, from a very big world wide gang. They call it les signes avant-coureurs de l'enfer. Hell's Harbingers. They're dangerous, but as long as we stay on Alejandro's good side, we'll survive. Now- if I don't start dancing soon, these heels aren't worth it." I drag him out onto the dance floor. I place his hands on my hips before I catch the beat and start dancing. I spin around, so that my back is facing him. One of his hands moves and pushes all my hair over to one shoulder. His hand moves back and his lips gently brush against my neck. I wrap my arms around his neck backwards and continue to move to the music.