A/N: Hey guys :) Here we go...the long anticipated battle! Hehehe you guys are going to be absolutely pissed by the end of the chapter...just giving you all a heads up :P

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Anyways...enjoy this amazingly dreadful chapter :) haha I'm totally scaring you guys XD

~I Heart Herondale Boys~

CHAPTER Thirty-Four

There had been quite a big turnout of Moroi at the meeting who wanted to help. Many of them were fire users, so it was even better. I was feeling confident, but not over-confident. I didn't want to get cocky, because things always went wrong when you overshot your abilities.

Lissa and Adrian were going to watch the babies. I knew they were safe and in good hands, but I still couldn't help but worry. They were so young, and they couldn't lose Dimitri or I. They needed us.

The sun was setting, and as it lowered, my anxiety got worse. I had to focus on calming myself, and block the bond as much as I could. The last thing I needed was to be distracted by Lissa.

Once it had set completely, I couldn't stop fidgeting.

"Roza, you need to calm down. You'll be no good in a fight if your nerves are all frayed," he said quietly.

"I can't help it, Dimitri. I'm so terrified for everyone here," I replied, gesturing around me at all of the people gathered. So many people . . . people with families, people with lives. Lives that I was putting in danger.

Viktoria grinned at me in that easy way of hers. "Ro, chill. We can all handle ourselves. Everyone here is confident in their abilities."

"It doesn't stop me from worrying. Especially about you, Tori. You're my little sister, and I can't lose you."

She scoffed. "Rose, don't worry about me. Remember? I'm a Belikov." She flashed me a grin, and reluctantly, I grinned back.

"Okay, you've convinced me. Just be vigilant, okay?"

"Of course."

And so we waited.

~VA~

After an hour of waiting, people were starting to get doubtful. Alberta silenced them immediately, and it was nice to know how much she believed in me.

Twenty minutes later, nausea began to creep up within me.

"It's starting," I said. "Everyone, be ready, and watch your backs. Be careful."

I pulled Dimitri in for what could very possibly be our last kiss. It was quick, but it said more than words ever could.

He and I assumed point, with Eddie, Viktoria, Mia, Christian, Alberta and Jill closest to us.

"You ready to kick ass again, Chris?" I asked.

"Hell yeah," he replied, smirking. "Let's do this."

My nausea grew with each passing second, and it was extremely uncomfortable. But I ignored it as much as I could, grateful to have the warning.

Be safe. The message flitted through the bond, and I nearly smiled.

The last few moments before we made contact with the Strigoi were the most nerve-wracking of my life. But adrenaline surged within me, and I knew that I was ready. I grasped my stake firmly in my hand, the familiar weight of it comforting. I knew that I could take on whatever Galina threw at us.

When they finally reached us, I punched the closest one to me. It was a woman, and she looked to have been a dhampir before being turned. But she was no match for Christian and I. He lit her hair on fire, and in her panic, she didn't manage to block my stake. In one smooth motion, I slid it into her heart, her eyes widening. She fell to the ground, the life fading from her eyes.

I barely had time to blink before the next one was on me. He tackled me to the ground, his teeth nearing my neck.

"I don't think so," I grunted, throwing him off. I jumped on top of him, and before he could throw me off, I slid my stake into his heart. He screamed loudly, piercing my eardrums.

As I was getting up, a Strigoi pounced on my back, but I quickly flipped it forward. He pushed me back down though, and he was strong. Definitely a dhampir before being turned, and a good one at that.

"Chris!" I yelled as I tried to hold the Strigoi back from biting my neck.

"Jesus!" I heard Christian exclaim. The Strigoi's head exploded into flames and he screamed until I put him out of his misery.

It went on like that for a while, me staking Strigoi and Christian helping whenever it got a little too close. Galina's army really had been huge, and more Strigoi were still coming. But I saw no sign of the bitch herself. She was doing exactly what I knew she would: She stood behind her army like the coward she was and watched as they did her dirty work.

Both Christian and I were starting to get worn out, but there was no way in hell that either of us were going to give up. I tried not to look at the bodies around me, bodies of Strigoi and dhampirs and Moroi. It was hard though; the Moroi and dhampirs were dead because of me. Lives snuffed out like a flame.

After what felt like hours of fighting, but in reality was probably only half an hour, I finally saw her.

She stood behind her army, smirking. All of the death around her clearly amused her. I gritted my teeth.

Suddenly, everything she'd ever done to me came to the forefront of my mind. And I was pissed. There might've been some spirit darkness mixed in with my anger, but either way, the bitch was gonna die.

Barely paying attention to the Strigoi I was staking, I began fighting my way through the horde. My sole focus was to get to her. I was like a horse that wore blinders, seeing only what was in front of me instead of being distracted by what I saw around me.

Except, she was gone.

Screams echoed through the night. I whirled around to find that it was Mia and Jill who had screamed. But it wasn't because they were hurt; they were staring in horror at the scene in front of them.

Galina was latched on to Viktoria's neck. She struggled weakly against her, but it was no use. She was losing her strength rapidly, her body growing more limp by the second.

My rage levels went through the roof. Like, bitch please. I was going to rip her fucking head off if she didn't remove her filthy teeth from Viktoria's neck.

"GET THE HELL OFF OF HER!" I shrieked, running full speed toward them. Dimitri heard me, and I saw him turn.

Horror was the most dominant emotion on his face. But mixed in with that horror was anger and revenge. He was in full badass warrior God-mode, and to anyone other than me, he was terrifying.

When Dimitri and I were a few feet away from Galina, she stopped drinking Viktoria's blood to smirk at us. Viktoria's blood covered her lips, and some even dripped down her chin, staining her blue shirt.

Roaring with rage, I sprang, my intention being ripping her head off.

Suddenly, I was stopped. Cold hands encircled my arms. I was being held by three Strigoi, while Dimitri was being held by five.

We both struggled, but we couldn't free ourselves. Their grips were like steel.

I screamed in frustration, trying once more to jerk out of their cold grip. It was no use.

And so we watched helplessly as Galina drank some more of Viktoria's blood. Her eyes were slowly falling closed, her expression one of bliss. Bile rose in my throat, and I fought to keep it down. Puking wouldn't help anything.

From then on, it was as if time slowed.

It was as if she was gently, tenderly holding Viktoria's neck between her hands, like Dimitri had many times when kissing or embracing me.

Only, Galina didn't kiss Viktoria.

Instead, with a sudden, sharp movement, she snapped her neck.

Ohhhhhh noooooooo!

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~Sar~