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I shouldn't be thinking about whether I would die or not. That this stupid cell would be one of the last things I would see. But, it was just circling in my mind. Everything I tried to think about to take my mind off of it somehow linked straight back to my death.

So, I went into Lissa's head. There was a knock at the door, she immediately awoke and walked straight to it to find Christian. He was fully dressed wearing his denim jeans and black top. Christian's deep blue eyes bore into Lissa's, I could see a hint of sadness in them. Was that for me? No, couldn't be!

Christian invited himself in and sat on Lissa's bed. He knew that Lissa was upset and knew exactly why. "Lissa, she's Rose, she'll be fine. We just have to focus on helping Abe find the real murderer." Christian was saying soothingly. Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. With all my moping around I forgot that a killer was still out there. And might be planning another attack.

"I know, but you don't know what it's like for me. Not knowing whether she's alright, not knowing how they're treating her in jail! It's just bad! I more than wish that this bond could work two ways!" Lissa cried. I felt a warm tear fall down her cheek.

Christian just looked at Lissa, he looked helpless. He truly didn't know what to do. He knew how desperately Lissa wanted to see me. But, I also saw a fire in his eye, one that said he was willing to do anything to help.

"Well," He paused, thinking about what he was going to say. And then I realised precisely what he wanted to say. Oh, no! Don't say it! I thought to myself, don't give her any ideas! "What about compulsion?" Oh, come on! You just had to say it!

Hope sparked up in Lissa, she immediately started envisioning her plan and she saw that it would work. She nodded solemnly. She desperately wanted to use it, despite it being wrong. Man, that so wasn't like Lissa. But, then again, who was the same? Ever since the queen was killed everything had changed. And...everyone.

I'd had enough. I didn't want to watch my best friend plan to use compulsion on the guards just to see me.

"Rose?" A soft voice spoke.

I shook my head clearing it and saw that Tomas was standing outside the bars of my cell. His curly brown hair almost in his eyes which looked worried.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I replied standing up off of my bed.

"Well, I only called your name ten times with no reply. I was just about ready to open the door and call a doctor."

Well, damn, there went my chance of escaping.

"Can I..." he paused, thinking about how to best structure his words, "Can I give you a little advice?" He asked sitting down. I hadn't seen him the whole time I'd been in my cell, but he was a guardian so I understood why he'd be here.

I nodded, what could he give me advice on? I'm not saying that I know everything, but the only advice I wanted right now was how to break out of a prison cell, or how to stop your best friend using compulsion.

"You can't chose who you love Rose. I mean, look at me. I fell in love with a crazy Moroi who eventually turned Strigoi willingly." He said.

I nodded wondering where this was going. But Tomas just stood up and turned to leave.

"Oh, and Rose?" he said over his shoulder, "If there's one thing I've learned about love, it's that it never fades." Tomas said this so passionately that it brought tears to my eyes.

"How did you...?" I started, but I didn't get to finish before Tomas interrupted me.

"You've been talking in your sleep. I don't know who loves you but their love can't have faded. Mine hasn't." With that, he left, heading up the many stairs that led to freedom.

I was trying to absorb Tomas' words. They were so sweet and so passionately spoken that I knew he truly believed it. But, then, the reason why he would have said this hit me. He wanted to give me peace of mind before I was executed. But, that didn't mean that Dimitri still loved me. He claimed that being a Strigoi had changed him. It had. He wasn't the same; I knew that what Dimitri said was true. Just the way he said it. Even though Dimitri's eyes were telling me otherwise. He said it, so it had to be true. No matter how painful, no matter how much I didn't want those words to be true...they were.