Last Shot (Jacob Black) [3] COMPLETE

42. Banshees Don't Predict Danger

~Jazmine~

I stand still, staring blankly into the flames. What used to be a lot of twenty now stands four. We are all that's left of us. I'm ready for what's going to come, and I know that if this is how I die, well then a martyr I'll be. I turn and walk inside, sitting on the couch in the dark room. The other four come and join me in the room. We sit in silence for fifteen minutes, letting our minds rest.

"There was a story my uncle used to tell me." Fergus says. "The tale of the three brothers." He lightly smiles. "They fought a war about the same as our own, all three died, but for different reasons. They were all as different as they could be for triplets. Nathaniel was greedy and wanted nothing but to be in control. Nicklaus was kind and caring and only wanted off his brother to stop being so demanding. Then there was Kol, he was as wily as a fox, clever but loved a good prank. The coyote, the raven, and the fox. Their mother had watched them carefully when they were younger, to see who would get the throne, their father had no idea they even existed. He died while she was pregnant. She would choose, when they were sixteen, who would get the throne. Nicklaus got the throne, and Nathaniel was furious. Kol didn't know what to make of it. The kingdom split into three. It only took a year for it to become deadly. Nathaniel died for power, Nicklaus died out of love, and Kol greeted death like an old friend." He pauses. "Their mother though, she was a banshee, and a mighty powerful one at that. She knew her sons would die, she warned them. They thought she was just telling them what could happen. Banshees don't predict danger, they predict death."

"If you're saying I'm a key part to this, it's old news." Lydia scoffs.

"Lydia, you're special. You aren't like the other banshees. You could resist when I called for a harbinger of death to my side. You're more than a key part Lydia. You give us a big advantage." I state.

"But how?" She asks.

"You're stronger, I guess, but we don't have much longer before we have to take action. We will meet with the others tomorrow to go over a few things. As for now, get as much rest as you can. Trust me, you'll need it." I reply. They all nod before leaving to their rooms. I stand after a few minutes and grab a bottle of wine from the basement. 1942 Coute de Rhône. I walk back upstairs and pour myself a glass before sitting down in the office. I turn on the computer and then my phone rings. "Hey."

"Do you need me to come stay with you?" Jake asks.

"Yes. I need to get a few things off my mind." I reply.

"Okay, I'll see you in ten." He says.

"I love you Jake."

"I love you too Jazzy." I smile slightly before we hang up. I take a sip from my glass and scroll through countless hours of research. I pull my hair up into a bun before taking yet another sip of wine. A low growl slips from my throat before I walk downstairs and grab the bottle of aged wine before trudging back up the stairs to the office. I continue to scroll through and read what seems to be completely and utterly useless information. I hear the familiar sound of the Rabbit's engine and smile before running downstairs. I open the door with my eyes glowing as he gets off the bike. He wraps his arms around me and I return the favor. I inhale his scent and close my eyes. It's been two weeks since we had last seen each other. We've been talking over the phone for the past few days, but it's not the same as being against each other.

"Damn, I missed you." I mutter.

"I missed you more, don't even try to argue, I'm part dog." He retorts. I laugh at his comment and we slowly pull apart. He picks me up and carries me to the office. "How far are you getting?"

"Not very, unfortunately, but I just have to be more focused on killing and strategy then reading countless days worth of research." I reply.

"What's up with the wine?" He raises an eyebrow.

"I don't feel like being hungover tomorrow, besides, it's Coute de Rhône." I say with a shrug.

"Fancy rich people wine." He scoffs.

"Of course." I smirk. A scream echoes through the house, causing the ground to shake. Jake and I both get onto our feet and move toward the source, along with everyone else in the house. Lydia stands trembling looking at the wall.

"Someone is going to die."