This story takes place during the second major Strigoi fight in Shawdow Kiss by Richelle Mead. Instead of Dimitri, Rose's lover, becoming a Strigoi, someone else does. This takes a troll on Rose and Dimitri's love life.

I am very new at this, so sorry for the mistakes and errors ahead of time.

I stab my Strigoi and run. I know it's selfish but out of the four of us, it's me who should be running anyways.

When I get back into the ward of the grounds I collapse onto the ground. Oh shit. My leg is covered in dry and wet blood. Wait? Dry and wet? That can't be right. Good god, I have a gun shot wound and many shallow cuts on my legs. Now would be a good time for Lissa's powers.

I see Stan running towards and then past me, "I'm gonna get some help!" And then he's gone. Better be medical help.

Oh god I hope Dimitri and my mother are okay. They are the best fighters I know. Of course they'll be okay. They are practically Gods. I sit there forever. Okay, it was probably like 20 minutes.

I see Dimitri running towards me "Roza! Oh Roza!" He goes down on his knees and kisses my lips tenderly.

"Dimitri..." and then like usual, I pass out.

I hear beeping noises, and I am cold. I slowly open my eyes and Dimitri is sitting right next to my bed. He must have taken a shower because I can smell his after shave.

"Hey comrade," I whisper.

"Roza. I thought you'd die," he takes my hand and kisses it.

Boy did I miss that accent, that nice smooth Russian accent.

Something is off..mom, my mom should be here.

"Where is my mom?"

Dimitri's smile falls, "Rose. Your mother,"

"No!"

I know that look. It's the 'you aren't gonna like this' look.

"She can't be dead! You let her died!"

"No Rose, worse. She is now a Strigoi."

I take my hand out of Dimitri's.

He was supposed to watch her. My mother and I finally connected and now she is dead...well good as dead.

"But, she...no. She. No." I say this while shaking my head, thinking that if I shake it hard enough she'll show up.

"I'm sorry Rose."

I start crying.

"Oh Roza, I'm so sorry. I tried, I really did. But when I didn't see you, I panicked. I hesitated and..."

"You never hesitated," I whispered.

This relationship might be filled with love, but it's dangerous. I'm supposed to bring the good out of him, but I haven't. I forced him to make a mistake and I ended up with a dead mother.

Man, karma can be a bitch sometimes.

I get my shit together and say, "My mother isn't a Strigoi, she's dead. If anyone ask you, she died. And they took her dead body off with them."

"Rose? I think that might not be a good idea.."

"Well hesitating wasn't either," I snapped.

He looks down at the ground and for once, I saw it. The vulnerable part of him. It hurt him just as me to not have saved her.

I also look down at my hands, "Um, I think I need to be alone and can you get Lissa for me?"

"Of course," he kisses my forehead and heads out.