So its been done before... but heres my version of the Last Sacrifice. heres the story comming from a natural smart ass.

please please read and tell me what you think. be brutally honest. do you love it? hate it? ideas are welcome. this is my first fanfic. reviews will make me happy :) i already have chapters one and two writen so comments will make me upload them faster! lots of love! - Andi

Ps. Please note that the genious in this story are not mine. all the characters and some of the plot , and story are of the criminal dasterdly mind of Ms. Mead. whom i am jelous of.

Prologue:

"No, they execute traitors." Abe's words still rang in my head and I was vaguely aware of the handcuffs on my hands which were painfully around my back. Someone was guiding me back into my holding cell. Dimitri's old cell. Hey at least I would was close with him in one way. Hopefully his pillow wouldn't be as cold and hating towards me as he was. I sighed. My restrainer took of the cuffs and shoved me into the cell. His keys jangled as he locked me in. you'd think I committed a murder… Oh wait. They turned and walked away

"Hey!" I called a smart ass comment bubbling to my lips. "You sure you want to leave me down here by myself? I might try the impossible and chew through the bars!"

They didn't answer as they walked away. I smirked in their direction and had the sudden urge to stick out my tongue. I resisted turning around. Looking through the cell bars were a lot better than the driving madness of plain metal and neutral colors around me. I finally turned feeling defeated. Maybe Mikhail would pay a visit to me soon. It would save me from getting driven too crazy.

I lay down on the cot. The events of this beautiful day had taken a lot out of me and I suddenly felt the weight of it. I pulled my legs close to me and examined my wrists where the cuffs had been. My wrists were a little red and I massaged one with the fingers of my other hand. It was a little drafty down here in the pit of hell. They gave me no blasted blanket. Probably thought I might try to hang myself or something. I chuckled at the thought. Rose Hathaway had a little too much pride to go as far as hang herself. I might go as far as a charge worthy jail break, but I definitely stoped at suicide.

A small voice in my head spoke up: it might just speed up the process. I shoved the thought out of my head as fast as it had come in.

Abe would get me out of this mess. I would live. Everything would be ok again. I'd get my life back, my friends, Adrian… Dimitri. I sighed. Dimitri… Funny how we were taking turns on death row. It could be worse I thought. Least I'm not a Strigoi. I shivered again from the cold and tried to picture arms holding me keeping me warm and safe from the demon out to get me. I wondered idly whose arms were holding me. The Adrian in my head kept trying to overcome the Dimitri in me. I settled on Adrian.

Dimitri was done with me anyway. His love faded. Like an old pair of jeans. But… the voice in my head came back. Did you see the way he defended you before? I hadn't had the time to dwell on the fact he tried to keep me away from the scary monsters the Queens guards were. I was a little preoccupied with the fact they had a warrant for my arrest. For killing the queen. But I did remember the soft squeeze of his fingers on mine and how, if I had had the time, my body would have reacted to his touch.

I pulled my legs closer and hugged them to my body with my arms. Abe will get me out of this... I said again to myself. I have to get out of this. Uncertainty filled my body and I wasn't sure if it was the Team Adrian or Team Dimitri debating in my head again or the fact of trusting Abe's power to get me out of this mess.

I rested my head back on the cot. It kind of hurt in the process… they probably stuffed the mattress with rocks. No support for my back. This is how they treated guardian criminals? I thought slyly. The person in charge of this place must have his heart set on everyone in here being convicted I guess. If he hadn't he might have thought of a better mattress for my back. I might get out of this someday and end up saving the guy in charge's ass, and I'll need a good back.

I closed my eyes as tried to rest and clear out my head. There sure as hell were no sugarplums and gum drops dancing through my head. I ran through the events of the day once again desperate to find out the conclusion of it all. I then remembered the note Ambrose had given me. It suddenly weighed a hundred pounds in my pocket. Hopefully it would help in my defense.

I concentrated on clearing my thoughts again and taking deep breaths. One to three inhale… one two three exhale.

Don't think about it… I reminded myself. I won't think about it now… I'll think about it tomorrow.

And I suddenly remembered one of my favorite movie quotes from Gone with the Wind and smiled on the inside. I spoke out loud just to hear a voice…

"Tomorrow is another day."

Somewhere in the middle of my breathing exercise I sank into unconsciousness.