My mind was tied in knots as they led me out of the cell. Hw could I save Lisa? How could the judge kill me when there was even a miniscule chance that it would hurt Lisa? Why couldn't they just keep me locked up for the rest instead of killing me. Then I would be adequately punished, lisa wouldn't go crazy, and when they finally found the real culprit, I wouldn't be dead. This led me back to my hysterics about them killing me when I didn't even do it! I had finally realized that moping would do me no good and had spent the time between the trial and now banging on the bars to my cell and screaming at the guards about how I didn't do it and how they were traitors to keep me locked up when I was one of the top role models of their kind. They didn't show any emotion. A bitter thought of Dimitri also flashed through my mind. He had abandoned me so I now hated him.
My mind was dragged back to the present as we approached the crowd of people ahead. I threw back my shoulders and kept my head high as the two guardians escorting me pulled me to the small clearing in the center. The judge was standing there along with a man dressed all in black with a mask hiding his identity. How medieval. In the place of his traditional axe, he was holing a simple stake. It was the vampire way to execute traitors by staking them, the same way they executed strigoi. I death glared at the judge as she read off my offenses.
"I now sentence you to death by being staked in the same manor that we kill our enemies." the judge ended. She stepped backwards into the crowd as the executioner came forward.
"I hope your guilt drives you to suicide when you figure out it wasn't me," I said, typical Rose style. The judge just narrowed her eyes at me.
My anger grew as the executioner proceeded forward. I tried pulling against the dhampirs holding me, but it was no good. Two more had come to hold me steady and I couldn't move.
My desperation grew as the executioner lined up the stake with my heart and pulled his arm back. I was going to die, lisa was going to go crazy, and Dimitri was going to get away with abandoning me and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
I bravely kept my eyes open and head held high as the stake came towards my heart. I gave one last push against my captors, but my struggle faded as I saw a 6' 7'' figure hurl himself into the executioner, yelling something, but his attempt to stop him was futile. He was too late. The executioner, as he fell, drove the stake into my chest.