A/N: This is my first FF in a very long time. Please be nice to me :) Helpful criticism is welcome! Please remember this is my version of the last book.

Disclaimer: Other than the plot of this story, everything else belongs to Richelle Mead.

My version of Last Sacrifice

Prologue

THEY EXECUTE TRAITORS. I couldn't believe this was what I facing. I had just graduated from St. Vladimir's Academy just a short time ago and since then I planned an escape from a maximum security prison of the man who tortured and almost killed my best friend, like-sister, Princess Vasilisa Dragomir—Lissa for short. This man's name was Prince Victor Dashkov. Why did I do this you ask? Well that would be because I came to find out he knew someone who could help me bring back the love of my life, Dimitri Belikov. Selfish I know. He was turned Strigoi, an undead creature, forcefully during a rescue mission after a battle at the academy. He fought bravely for what he knew was right. After remembering a conversation we had once had about we'd rather be dead than a Strigoi, I went out to kill him. I the process I learned of the hope we had to be together again. Not only did I help Victor escape to get this information, it was also me who lost him. In the midst of a Strigoi attack, Dimitri being the leader of this attack, I had lost sight of my charges and the two 'prisoners' Victor and his brother, Robert. Luckily—I guess—I got the information I needed out of them. I guess I could rationalize it that way.

We were successful in returning Dimitri to a Dhampir. It was miraculous and you'd think he would be thankful for everything I risked to get him back. Well your thinking would be incorrect. He wants nothing to do with me... "Love Fades" he said to me once. I wish my love could have faded when I was out searching Russia for his Strigoi ass. Maybe I would had been successful the two times I had driven a stake into his heart.. or maybe I wouldn't have let him free when we were attacked in Las Vegas. Asshole! Now I am being framed for the murder of the Moroi queen, Tatiana Ivashkov. And she happened to be the aunt of my stalker, lover, friend, Adrian. At this point I am not sure where I said with him either.

Did they have evidence me? They sure did. My Stake—the one driven through her heart. Only my finger prints on the stake. And not to mention my public distaste for the woman. It was obvious that I was the one who did it. Only thing is that I did not do it! So now, I am on trial for murder and according to the old man, I was pretty much a goner! Well that sure sums up my life. Hi, My name is Rosemarie Hathaway and I am on trial for murder. Fucking wonderful!