I have been dreaming about this scenario for...months. I just haven't gotten around to writing about it. Now I have. Please enjoy it. Write reviews and tell me how it could get better. Give me some ideas if you want as is only my second Fanfiction so go easy on me? :)

Everything in italics is from the book Shadow Kiss by Richelle Mead. Pages 413-415. Skip to regular font if you don't want to read it. Though I recommend reading it. It really gets you in the mood of my story.

Richelle Mead owns all characters in this story.

Rose P.O.V.

"Three Strigoi lay in wait by one of the alcoves. We'd passed them, but they'd let us go by. It all happened so fast; no one could have reacted in time. One of the Stirgoi grabbed Celeste, his mouth and fangs going for her cheek. I heard a strangled scream and saw blood everywhere. One of the Strigoi went for Ms. Carmack, but my mother jerked her away and shoved her forward toward us.

The third Strigoi grabbed Dimitri. In all the time I'd known him, I'd never seen Dimitri falter. He was always faster, always stronger than everyone else. Not this time. This Strigoi had caught him by surprise, and that slight edge was all it had taken.

I stared. It was the blond Strigoi. The one who had spoken to me in battle.

He grabbed Dimitri and pulled him to the ground. They grappled, strength against strength, and then I saw those fangs sink into Dimitri's neck. The red eyes flicked up and made contact with my own.

I heard another scream-this time, it was my own.

My mother started to double back toward the fallen, but then five more Strigoi had appeared. It was chaos. I couldn't see Dimitri anymore; I couldn't see what happened to him. Indecision flashed over my mother's features as she tried to decide to flee or fight, and then, regret all over her face, she kept running toward us and the exit. Meanwhile, I was trying to run back inside, but someone was stopping me. It was Stan.

"What are you doing, Rose? More are coming."

Didn't he understand? Dimitri was in there. I had to get Dimitri.

My mother and Alberta burst out, dragging Ms. Carmack. A group of Strigoi were after them, skidding to a halt just at the edge of the waning light. I was still fighting Stan. He didn't need te help, but my mother grasped a hold of me and tugged my away.

"Rose, we have to get out of here!"

"He's in there!" I screamed, straining as hard as I could. How could I have killed Strigoi and not been able to break free from these two? "Dimitri's in there! We have to go back for him! We can't leave him!"

I was rambling, hysterical, shouting at them all that we had to go rescue Dimitri. My mother shook me hard and leaned so close there were only a couple inches between us.

"He's dead, Rose! We can't go back in there. The sun will be down in fifteen minutes, and they are waiting for us. We're going to be in the dark before we can get back to the wards We need every second we can get-it still may not be enough."

I could see the Strigoi gathered at the entrance, their red eyes gleaming with anticipation. They completely filled the opening, ten I believed. Maybe more. My mother was right. With their speed, even our fifteen minute lead might not be enough. And yet, I still couldn't take a step. I couldn't stop staring at the cave, back where Dimitri was, back where half my soul was. He couldn't be dead. If he was, then surely I would be dead too.

My mother slapped me, the pain snapping me out of my daze.

"Run!" She yelled at me. "He is dead! You are not going to join him!""

I looked at her. Her face showed panic. For me. She was willing to do anything to keep me from going in those caves. She was willing to do anything to save the person she loved from death. So why wasn't I? Why was I here letting my mother restrain me from being where I needed to be, when I could have escaped her grip so easily?

In a snap decision, I wrenched my arm out of her hold and ran. I ran through the crowd of Guardians and occasional Moroi who was running frantically to safety. Some tried to grab me and pull me with them and some looked painfully at me as though memorizing my face before pronouncing me dead along with everyone else they abandoned in the caves.

The sunlight was almost non-existant when I finally broke through the crowds of Moroi and Dhampir alike. I was left alone in a battlefield of blood and bodies.

Stake in hand, I looked back at the ten Strigoi blocking me from my other half. Blocking me from Dimitri. I looked up at them, angry and fearful, tears stinging my eyes. If wasn't going to make it out alive, I sure as hell would make sure Dimitri did.

I tapped into years of Darkness, old and new, fueling me for my upcoming battle. I strained to keep control over the Darkness, not allowing it to make me a puppet but instead using it to make me deadlier. Angrier. More determined.

Without another thought, I attacked.

The Strigoi I lunged for, two males tall enough to be mistaken for Dimitri himself, were expecting me to attack at any time. They both reached out their hands, attempting to throw me back into the quickly waning sunlight, but instead hit each other's hands, throwing themselves back. They growled at each other for ruining their move on me. I used their momentary distraction against them just as the blond Strigoi had done to Dimitri. I ducked to the ground and swung my leg out, spinning a full three-hundred sixty degrees, knocking them on their backs. I grabbed their shirts with speed rivalling that of one of their own and dragged them into the sunlight. They burned slowly in the limited sunlight, unable to move.

I didn't get a chance to enjoy it. Instead, I attacked another. Shocked at my recovery time, which was non-existant at this point, she wasn't completely ready for me when I threw myself forward, stake first. The snake bit into her heart and her scream joined those of the two men burning in the sunlight.

The next Strigoi, however, was ready for me. He had been trying to study my moves from the previous three fights, but had been unable to do so due to the speed of the kills and the lack of pattern used to complete the kills.

We exchanged hits, both incredibly skilled fighters. It reminded me of when I fought with Dimitri in the Field Experience. Both of us anticipating each other's moves. Finally I tricked him, feigning right, I punched his left shoulder then his stomach. He was caught off guard. He knew he was losing. I sent a roundhouse kick to his chest. He stopped himself from falling, but he left his chest unprotected in the process. I staked him quickly, barely able to pull my stake from his chest when I realized I had shoved him further into the cave, allowing myself to leave the protection of the light.

Two females charged after me, one of which was obviously new. The younger Strigoi tried to restrain me while the older was obviously planning to drink me dry. I threw a powerful kick to the youngest Strigoi before she could properly restrain me. She was sent through the air and hit the wall of the cave, sliding down in an almost dramatic fashion. I twirled around and swiped my stake at the older Strigoi's face. It went deep into her skin and she screamed loudly. I yanked my stake out of her flesh and stabbed it into her stomach as far as it would go. It wasn't going to hit her heart, I knew that much, but it would distract her. I grabbed my backup stake from my boot and forced it into her heart. Before any other Strigoi could see that I had it, I put it back in my boot and continued to fight.

I lost track of time, knowing the sunlight was far gone now. I was a Darkness-fueled killing machine. I killed one after another until I was alone in the cave. Strigoi bodies in numbers no one could fathom rested in the cave. I knew I had killed most of them. At least twenty. But I was tired. No, I was exhausted. I had used most of the Darkness and only had my will left. Good thing there was still plenty of that.

I looked around the cave, unable to see the only person I wanted to see. I walked around each cave opening, picking up my speed when I couldn't see him. I was running frantically and screaming before I tripped over a body. I looked at the face and red eyes looked back at me. I cried in frustration when I heard a mangled whisper.

"Roza," He breathed, the pain he felt was obvious from his tone. It was as if he was using all his energy to say my name.

I whipped my head to my left crawling to his body. "Dimitri." Tears fell down my cheeks and my breaths became uneven.

"You're going to be fine Dimitri. You just need to rest. Close your eyes, don't speak." I told him. I wanted nothing more than for him to be awake and talking, but I couldn't deal with the pain in his voice. If anything could relieve that pain, even if it was only temporary, I was all for it.

I leaned my lips to his forehead and kissed it as I could feel him falling asleep. I sat like that for what seemed like hours but could only have been a few minutes. I was so wrapped up in worrying about Dimitri, I hadn't noticed the nausea that had been creeping up on me. I didn't even get a chance to fight back before the Strigoi knocked me over the head, light enough that I didn't die, but hard enough to make me wish I had.