Hello everyone. This is an alternative to what happened in Spokane.
Please note, i will not update until next week, because i have exams at the moment... That I should be revising for instead of writing for you guys! I do it because I care. And I love procrastination.

- Frostbite -

Snarling with rage, she tried to grab me. I had never trained with a sword, but I had been taught to fight with any makeshift weapon I could find. I used the sword to keep distance between us, my motions clumsy but effective for the time being.

White fangs flashed in her mouth. "I am going to make you—"

"Suffer, pay, regret I was ever born?" I suggested.

I remembered fighting with my mom, how I'd been on the defensive the whole time. That wouldn't work this time. I had to attack. Jabbing forward, I tried to land a blow on Elena. No luck. She anticipated my every move.

Suddenly, from behind her, Isaiah groaned as he started to come around. She glanced back, the smallest of motions that let me swipe the sword across her chest. It cut the fabric of her shirt and grazed the skin, but nothing more. Still, she flinched and looked down in panic. I think the glass going through Isaiah's heart was still fresh in her mind.

And that was what I really needed.

I mustered all my strength, drew back, and swung.

The sword's blade hit the side of her neck, hard and deep. She gave a horrible, sickening cry, a shriek that made my skin crawl. She tried to move toward me. I pulled back and hit again. Her hands clutched at her throat, and her knees gave way. I struck and struck, the sword digging deeper into her neck each time. Cutting off someone's head was harder than I'd thought it would be. The old, dull sword probably wasn't helping.

But finally, I gained enough sense to realize she wasn't moving. Her head lay there, detached from her body, her dead eyes looking up at me as though she couldn't believe what had happened. That made two of us.

Rose POV

I stared down at her head and felt the sudden desire to laugh. It looked so ridiculous on the floor. Detached.

Then heard Mia screaming at me. Oh shit. Isaiah had recovered now, he was staggering to his feet as I moved around to face him. 'You should have killed him while you had the chance Rose,' I thought grimly to myself. Isaiah was an older, and much more powerful. And his rage was now directed at me for killing Elena, his accomplice.

I'd worry about myself in a minute though, I needed to get Mia out of here first. She was still in danger. They come first.

"Mia get the hell out of here, find the others-" I yelled at her as I desperately tried to fend off the powerful blows Isaiah was now raining on me. He had fully recovered from my glass attack.

Mia threw me a desperate look, but realising she would be more useful if she found help, she scrambled out of the building, into the daylight. A small surge of relief coursed through me as my confused brain registered she was safe now as well.

I finally had time to focus on my defence.

Isaiah came at me from the side, and I parried sluggishly to avoid him. The look of rage on his face had changed to one of cold calculation. It didn't look good. I needed to kill him before he could scheme any longer.

Having been on the defensive for the match, I now forced my body to do what it had been trained for. I swallowed down my fear and allowed the rage and sorrow of Masons death to well up in me. I charged at him with my lips in a snarl.

But my body was betraying my will, two days with no water or food had taken its toll. Isaiah moved in a blur and the next thing I knew, the old blunt sword was on the ground and Isaiah was grinning coldly at me. I felt utterly spent, my adrenaline was not enough now for my weak state. No way in hell did that mean I was giving up though. If only I could reach the light…

I made a run for it, but he grabbed me first. This was the end. Gut wrenching fear clenched my insides as I started to scream. His hand covered my mouth before I could make a sound. I struggled against him but he pushed me onto the ground, completely immobilising me. He horrible breath was cool upon to my neck. I knew it was the end.

"Goodbye Dimitri. I love you." I thought to myself. It felt good embracing the thought. There would be no consequences when I was dead.

I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head, and everything went black.

Dimitri POV

'Hurry up, Jon.' I thought to myself, clenching my teeth. I knew it wasn't his fault that the van could only reach 130km along this road, especially without us looking more suspicious than we already were. But still, the more time we spent on the road, the more likely someone would end up hurt, or – I stopped myself thinking it. I couldn't imagine Rose being dead. There was so much life in her, so much ahead of her. Guardians are not guaranteed to live until retirement, but life being taken away before you were eighteen?

I calmed my thoughts. I would be no help to anyone if I couldn't keep myself together. I closed my eyes and thought of my home, which calmed me slightly.

Another ten minutes passed, by which time I was in full guardian mode. I made eye contact with Jon, who pulled over by a side street about 100 metres away from the house Rose and the others were being held.

We got out of the van and let the others out. We started fanning casually across the street, all heading for the house.

Suddenly, I noticed a small blond girl running towards me. With a shock, I recognised Mia Rinaldi, one of the girls who had been captured along with Rose. Had they all escaped?

'Dimitiri! You have to help her!' shouted Mia weakly. All the guardians stopped and stared at her, stunned. She pointed towards the house and stopped to pant.

'Rose was fighting them –' Mia continued explaining her story, as I ran with a few of the Guardians to the house. I spotted Janine Hathaway, Rose's mother, with her guardian mask up, but worry showed in her eyes.

'Rose was fighting them.' She had been fighting the Strigoi. She hadn't fared well against Natalie well fed and strong. How could she manage weak against two Strigoi?

'О, боже,' I whispered to myself as we entered the house. There was a dead female Strigoi. Her head had been decapitated. There was also an ancient sword lying beside her. The house was eerily quiet. There was no movement.

I cought sight of a dead body, Mason. He had been Rose's friend. Then my companions and I checked out the rest of the house. There was nothing.

Cold fear clutched at my chest. Rose and the other Strigoi weren't here.

Rose... She couldn't be...

Dead?

Oh No! What will happen next?

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