So this is my new story :)

It's basically what it says in the summary – Last Sacrifice from Dimitri's point of view. I've read many Vampire Academy's, Frostbites and the others in DPOV but never Last Sacrifice. So here goes! Let me know what you think, it would really mean a lot :)

Chapter 1

I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to think. Everything had changed.

I was still dealing with the mental torment of my Strigoi days. They haunted me…all of the memories. All of the hurt I caused. All of the death I caused.

There was one memory in particular that was worse than the rest. I buried my head in my hands, fisting my hair and pulling it until the point of pain.

Rose.

I had hurt her. I had drank from her; not only physically draining her blood, but also draining that special spark of life that constantly lived within her. I had used her as my own personal blood whore to get what I wanted. I had become my own worst fear. My own worst nightmare.

In my eyes and in my mind, the memories of her face were still as vivid and as clear as though it were yesterday. When I'd enter the room I'd imprisoned her in, her glazed eyes would light up with an excitement that only resembled the look of a drug addict about to get their next fix; an excitement for the next rush of endorphins that I would give her by drinking her blood.

It sickened me.

The tormented thoughts and images entered my head every minute of every day. Each victim I'd sucked dry; each Moroi life that I had sworn to protect was brought to an end as I sunk my fangs into each of their necks, one after the other. They were nothing more than an endless row of meals.

And now Rose was locked up again, and being accused of murder; a Royal assassination to be more accurate.

I knew in my heart that I would never love again. Not after this. I would never feel anything other than this heart-wrenching pain and guilt that gnawed at my entire being. But one thing I couldn't do was sit back and watch Rose being sentenced to death for a murder I knew in my soul that she didn't commit. Rose could be lethal when she wanted: I would know. I knew she and Tatiana Ivashkov had a mutual dislike for one another, but I also knew that Rose would never stoop to an act as low as this, no matter how upset she was about the new guardian age law.

A feeling I had experienced quite a lot in the past couple of weeks welled up within me once again: Anger. Most of which was aimed at myself, but some was directed to the unknown person who had tried to frame Rose. There was so much evidence against her, from her stake and the handprints on the stake to the fact that Rose had no alibi for where she had been on the night Her Majesty was killed.

Lissa, my saviour, was desperately trying to get people's attention, to convince them that Rose was innocent. There wasn't any that were listening though. Everyone had already made up their minds that Rose was the one who had done it.

At this very moment however, some of the attention was directed off of Rose, as Her Majesty's funeral was taking place in the centre of Court; it was apparently the biggest event that had taken place in Court for centuries. It was taking place this week, followed by the election of the new King or Queen, which then would be followed by Rose's trial, most likely leading to her execution.

I wasn't going to let that happen.

A couple of days later, I was no longer in jail; not literally anyway. Although not physically locked up in a cell, my freedom was limited: I was to be accompanied by guardians at all times.

The odd thing was, I probably should have felt humiliated by this new arrangement. Angry. Indignant.

But the truth was, I felt nothing - nothing other than the overwhelming horror at what I'd done. If anything, I deserved to be locked up for the rest of my life.

Although, I had come close to being locked up in a cell once again for going on the offensive against several members of the Royal Guard yesterday. Thinking back on the instant, I wasn't sure what specifically had fuelled my attack on them; all I had known was that I needed to protect her – I needed to protect Rose from harm.

Then she had been led away, and I had slipped back into my regular state of restraint. I hadn't realised it at the time, but following my attempt to defend Rose, I had been brought back to my room. The numbness returned as I sat on the edge of my bed, not aware of anything that was going on around me outside of my four walls.

All of the preparations and commotion going on at Court seemed pointless. What did it matter what colour cloths were draped over the queen's coffin, or who would attend and how many. It wasn't important; not when there was so much evil and destruction in the world.

Evil that I had been part of.

Once being set 'free,' I spent most of my time in my allocated room. it wasn't exactly what one would call 'luxurious,' but it was fit enough for someone like me. I was confined to this room for more than half of the Moroi day, left alone to my thoughts of how many innocent people and children I had murder in cold blood. How many families had been affected by the pain of losing a loved one. Pain that I had caused.

Well, I wasn't completely alone. Of course, the guardians were there, always watching out for danger…or in this case: Me.

I started thinking about Rose again. Why had I jumped to protect her that day in the café? I told myself that it was my natural mentor instincts, shooting forward to protect my student from harm.

There was another part of me though; a small part. It was telling me that it was for Lissa - that by protecting Rose, I was protecting Lissa from the hurt she would feel if something happened to her best friend.

A knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts.

"A visitor to see you," One of my guards entered the room ever so slightly, quite obviously on his guard. I nodded my acceptance and he opened the door wide enough to let the Moroi man through.

The familiar man entered and the door swung shut behind him. A heavy silence enveloped the room.

This was a man I had seen quite a few times these last couple of days. This was a man who had a dangerous reputation. This was the man who was defending his only daughter at her hearing for suspected murder.

This man was Abe Mazur.

"Belikov," He greeted me briskly and professionally like he always did.

"Sir," I replied. He wouldn't have been so polite if he had known what I had done to his only daughter a few short months ago.

"I have a proposition for you." He announced grandly, although there was a pain in his eyes that I had been trained long ago to detect. I cringed; Abe Mazur's 'propositions' were not usually something you had the choice to agree or disagree with; what Abe Mazur wanted, Abe Mazur got.

I didn't say anything in response to this; I just looked at him. He took this as a sign that I was listening – which of course, I was.

"I know that you are well aware of Rose's unfortunate situation, but I have come up with a plan. Although, the only way it will work is if you agree to do this." I said nothing, waiting for him to elaborate. He didn't.

"Sir, I-" He saw my hesitance and took a step forward.

"Vasilisa is already aware of this plan, as are a couple of others who can be trusted. They have all agreed."

Lissa had agreed to this- whatever it was. I had to admit, that swayed my opinion so that I was close to agreeing. Abe seemed to notice this, and decided to finally elaborate on what his 'plan' was.

"I need to buy Rose some time so that I can get some solid evidence that will help clear her name. That means I need her out of Court. I need you to help me break her out, Belikov."

I wasn't very surprised. This was Abe Mazur after all. He was known for believing in doing the impossible; something his only daughter had inherited from him.

Rose.

She didn't deserve this. Of course she didn't.

"Vasilisa's outside the door," Abe told me. "She's prepared to come in and convince you to do this if I don't manage it. Somehow, I don't think she'll be needing to."

It was definitely not because of Abe's half-threat that I was going to agree to this. For moral reasons alone, I had to do everything I could to save every innocent life I could.

I would help her, to give Lissa and Abe more time. I'd do this to get away from this awful place. I'd do this to help Rose get the justice she deserved.

"Alright," I agreed. "Tell me the plan."

Abe filled me in on the exact details of his plan, which was that he'd set off a distraction in the middle of the precession at Tatiana's funeral. While this was happening, my guards would be distracted, giving me time to get out of my room and get to the Court's jail cells. Guardians Eddie Castile and Mikhail Tanner would meet me there and help get Rose out successful.
I just hoped we could pull it off.