Last Shot (Jacob Black) [3] COMPLETE

41. Stand by Me

Two Weeks Later...

~Jazmine~

I walk into a large room and sit at the head of the table, several leaders from other bloodlines around it. I smile before sitting down. Everyone falls silent.

"I hope that you are all aware of the recent attacks, that have been happening over the last two weeks."

"Come on, what are you going to do to me kid. I'm three times your size." Alejandro spits.

"Doesn't mean you have any more of an advantage." Avery smirks before kicking him in the groin, making him drop to his knees. "Now I'm the bigger man." She knees him in the face then slams his head against the ground. "You abandoned me! I was eight! You bastard!" She stops against his back. "You ruined me!" She kicks him in the side. "You were supposed to be my brother, Alejandro!" She kicks him again.

"You're still just a weak piece of trash." He says through the pain. A man walks up behind Avery and grabs her head before tearing it off.

"We need numbers, and we're starting to run very low."

Shots were being fired from everywhere, she couldn't think of what to do, everything around her was falling apart. She did was she knew she had to do. She grabbed the rifle and loaded it with a single bullet. She closed her eyes and pulled the trigger. The sound echoed through everything and all other guns stopped firing. Nothing was left but a cloud of smoke and the bodies of the fallen.

"We need to take action, and we need to do it now. They have numbers, we need more. We're outnumbered by a lot. If we dont get our numbers up, we won't have a very good chance of surviving this thing."

Screams echo through the smoke. Screams that could only belong to one person; Lydia Parker. The banshee herself, the girl surrounded by death, had finally found her voice, in a place of grief. Her father had died when she was ten, that was when she first noticed she was in fact a banshee. Now the girl, barely eighteen, stood in a graveyard, her mother dead on the ground, a friend dead and beheaded, and almost everyone she had come to love was there on the ground, buried in the smoke.

"With everyone being killed, we need to take extreme precautions. Alejandro and his men are still out there, somewhere, and they're planning their next attack. We need to be ready and have a plan to stop this."

It was dreadful. They had been massacred. So many wounded, far too many dead. Very few were left untouched by the damage, too many were lost. Her friends were dead, what little bit of a family she had left was too, all that was left her first followers was Lydia, Sean, Fergus, and Aniya. She was practically numb. She had lost her closest connection to Devonté, Matthew, and her only connection back to Mo and Jared, Jackson, along with almost everyone else who fought by her side through it all. Just like she had told Beth, it was a cruel and unforgiving world.

"We have to work fast, otherwise we'll all die. To win a war you don't take a man's life, you take their hope. We can lose hope, but we can't lose men either. I'm down to four and myself, Ophelia is down to twenty, Dimitri is down to one and himself. All of you have lost some as well, but if we come together we'll have enough. This is a very cruel and unforgiving nature, but it's what we do, it's what we've always done and what we will continue to do for centuries onward."

She stood alone, just staring emotionlessly at the scene before her. almost everyone she ever knew, ever loved, was dead. The young huntress had had enough and she knew what she would have to do. She knew what it would take. One thing that stood out over all was that she was not about to give up and abandon her code. She was going to defend it even if it meant death for her. She wasn't going down without a fight.

"We will do whatever it takes to win this, or at least die trying. One thing for sure is we will not just sit and take this. This ends now. Saving people, hunting things, dammit it is just what we do. I may not have been doing this as long as most of you, but I've been doing it long enough to know when it's time to take action and do something. I don't know about you, but I'm not going down without a fight."

Her eyes shone a bright emerald green and she lifted her head high before clenching her fists and taking a deep breath. Her eyes narrowed and she glared at the army of men walking away. She flicked out her claws then roared.

"So I'm going to say this once and only once. Either you can stand by me and die a hero, or leave and be nothing more than a coward."

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So guys, nine chapters left. And I am wrapping everything up in thee next few chapters. I hope to write you an epic ending to this trilogy, and I hope you have all enjoyed it.

Like I said before, I will do a few chapters honoring the dead. (Well the ones that actually deserve it) and the very last thing you will read is my personal, final goodbye to Jazmine Argent and all of her fellow characters and storylines I created.

Until then,

You Know Who I Am