This story starts from the very end of the Last Sacrifice and a big chunk of the prologue was adopted from the original story with slight changes. The rest of the story, however, is all mine, well obviously except for the wonderful characters Richelle Mead created.

I decided to rate the story M, cause I'm not sure how spicy it'll turn out to be and I can't really decide when the violence (read = fighting scenes, murder etc.) crosses the limit of T.

I hope you guys enjoy it! Be kind and review.

POV: Rose

I felt myself falling, felt Lissa catching me and yelling something - maybe to me, maybe to someone else. I had no idea what was happening around me. There was just the pain that my mind tried to block out and a numbing silence. Her hands were warm, such a contrast to the cold creeping over me. Somebody grabbed her, lifting her off the ground and out of my reach. I tried to hold on to her, hold on to the world, but darkness was slowly closing in around me and in that darkness, I saw faces - the ghosts and spirits that always followed me. Thicker they grew, closing in. Beckoning.

A gun. I had been brought down by a gun. It was so easy. Was this really the way I was meant to go? Should I be angry, disappointed, sad? I didn't know the answer to any of those questions. All I knew in that moment was that I was going to die, regardless.

As the light grew dimmer somebody or something lifted me up. It felt like I was floating through air. I tried to find something to focus on and was surprised that, beyond all reason, it was the emerald green eyes I'd come to know so well that offered themselves as the spark in the midst of all the shadows.

Adrian's hands felt even warmer than Lissa's as he placed them on my chest, his face swimming in worry, his eyes so painstakingly concentrated on something, his lips trembling as he spoke the words I couldn't hear. He was trying to heal me, I realized, but I knew it was in vain.

"The world of the dead won't give you up a second time", those words rang through my head again and, somehow, I knew they were true. They were definite, they were unavoidable.

Just before the light completely vanished, I saw Dimitriʹs face joining Adrian's. I wanted to smile. In my last moments I got to see the faces of the two men who loved me unconditionally, whether I deserved it or not.

There were so many things I wanted to tell them. How sorry I was for hurting Adrian, how much I loved them both in a way, how despite knowing to whom my heart truly belonged to I couldn't imagine a life without either of them, how sad I was to let them go. I wanted to know that they'd be alright. That they'd find happiness somewhere along the way without me in their lives.

Just before I got pulled under, before the abyss swallowed me, I managed to whisper one last thing: "I love you."

And then I left them hoping they'd know my words were meant for both of them.