I'm feeling s much better now guys! Woot woot! 3 cheers for my immune system!

Anyways, a shout out to NorahPora cause she made my day with her review :D

And as much as you guys want a DPOV and as much as I want to write one… it just wouldn't be "Last Sacrifice" if Dimitri's mind suddenly popped in. Maybe I'll make another fanfic of this in his POV? Maybe, I dunno :D Maybe, at the end, I'll do an extra chapter in his POV of your guys chapter choice. If you like the idea I'll put up a poll when this is near it's end.

Disclaimer: I am not Richelle Mead and do not claim ownership over her charries, only Jas has-no-last-name

"Can I refuse?" I asked as I was shoved back into the bathroom to change into Viktoria's chosen outfit. I'd hidden some clothes under the sink, knowing she'd lock my closet so I couldn't change into anything else. Of course, hiding clothes in the bathroom and changing into them rather than wear what Viktoria wanted me to wear only worked if she didn't see me after I put the clothes on. Which she did.

"Sure!" she said, sarcasm dripping off her words, "You can wear this or your birthday suit. Both are acceptable!" She slammed the door.

I sighed, pulling off my jeans and tank top. Picking up the short dress/long shirt, I debated stuffing it in the toilet but decided against it. Viktoria would probably make me wear it for revenge. I took a deep breath and pulled it over my head. The soft, thin fabric hung mid thigh and was a deep red, like the colour of dried blood. But less macabre. It hugged at the bottom, allowing the loose fabric to spill over it. The neck rested just below my shoulders and showed just a peak at the top of my chest. I tugged the black leggings on next, pulling, annoyed, at where they decided they wouldn't go any further without prompt. The leggings stopped just below my knees. At this point, the outfit was kind of plain, in my opinion. "Rach!" Viktoria screeched through the door, "You forgot your belllllt!" She opened the door a bit and threw it in, worried that I was naked or something. "You better be changing!" I rolled my eyes and picked the belt off the floor. It was a simple black and had a silver buckle on the side. I slid it over my legs and brought it around my hips, allowing it to hang on them lopsided. The belt completed the outfit. "You done yet? I still have to do your hair!" Honestly, she was putting a bit too much effort into a fake date.

I walked out, hand on hip, and gave a little pose as the door swung open in front of me. "Ta da! I don't need anything done to my hair, I look fabulous already!" Maybe if I buttered her up she'd lay off.

"Yes you do. I don't care how faboo you already look." Dang. She dragged me to a seat in front of the mirror and started brushing my hair and then pulled out a hair dryer, even though my hair was already dry, and started blowing my hair up to give it some messy volume. Then she used a straight iron to curl some strands around my face. And that was it.

"Is that it?" I asked, confused. Here I was, expecting some spectacular hair do and all I got was… volumized semi-curls?

"Yes. I'd do more but one: you could walk in there in your ragged jeans and pit-stained t-shirt and walk out with five guys on your arms. We've got you at half the restaurant at this stage. Let's not push it. Two: you're just suppose to be some Guardian on vacation. Not some badass with a gazillion Strigoi kills."

Okay… she had a point. She pulled out some eyeliner and eye shadow, applying only the minimum amounts of each... square. When she finally stepped out of my way to look at the mirror, I could almost swear she a replaced it with a window with a girl on the other side. I didn't usually put a lot of colour on my face since it just sweated off and left colourful smudges on my face but Viktoria did, lining my eyes with black eyeliner and a bit of every colour in what was probably called "night murder" colour scheme. Navy blues and smoky greys with bits of bright red covered my eyelids. Other than the eyes, she left my face clean. The colours worked very nicely with my eyes and dress, obviously trying to draw people's gazes toward my eyes.

She stood me up and tossed me a pair of strappy heels. The heels were low, thank god, but the straps took a while to get on. Viktoria made me stand in front of the mirror and I admired the finished project. I'll admit that I actually looked quite sexy. But I didn't want to look sexy for Jas… "Why bother putting me in this get up if I'm just going to be hanging out with Jas? Have you changed your mind on who you're trying to hook me up with?"

She shook her head, still smiling at how well she managed to dress me, "Dimitri's down stairs, waiting for his eyes to pop out of his head."

I chuckled. If only to see Dimitri's reaction, I started walking down the stairs when I heard the knock at the door that signified Jas was here to pick me up for our "date".

Dimitri was sitting on the couch, reading one of his western novels, his duster lying on the arm next to him. He looked up at the sound of my arrival and his eyes widened slightly, but other than that, his face stayed completely neutral. Slightly disappointed I walked over to him, swinging my hips. "Hey, Comrade, mind escorting me to the door?"

He bit him lip for a split second before answering, "I'm sure you can manage." I held back my glare. His mouth twitched.

"You do know that it's polite to escort a lady to the door, right?" I was sure Jas was about to break down the door with the amount of knocking he was doing.

"I know."

I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion and then it dawned on me that he basically just said I wasn't a lady, "Hey! That's no-"

The door opened behind me and I abruptly shut up. Viktoria had opened the door after Jas's insistent knocking and he stood there now, sexy as ever in a white button-down shirt with a black tie. "You ready? Or are you trying to convince Belikov to lend you his duster? I don't recommend it. Doesn't match your stunning outfit." He held out his arm, "Come on. Don't want to be late for our reservation."

I held back a sigh and instead smiled, throwing all my charm into it. Maybe that'd teach Dimitri for his lack of emotion. You snooze you lose. I hooked my arm in Jas's and waved at Viktoria and Dimitri. "Bye guys!"

"Don't stay out too late!" Viktoria called back to me, holding back giggles at Dimitri's not-so-skillfully hidden pissed face. He stood up mumbling something about a bathroom and left the room, taking his duster with him.

We walked out into the cool night air, a breeze slightly lifting my hair. As we got further away from the house, Jas unhooked his arm from mine and placed it around my waist instead, pulling me close to his side. He brought his mouth to my ear and whispered, "You are really beautiful tonight."

I let myself smile. No point in staying angry at him if I was going to have to spend the night with him. "Thank you. And just so you know, I think the duster would have looked wonderful with my outfit."

He chuckled softly, not even bothering with an answer. The restaurant wasn't far of a walk and soon we arrived. Jas held the door open for me and I walked through, the tasty aromas of fancy food teasing my nostrils. My stomach grumbled loudly in response. "Very ladylike, Rach," he smiled. He walked past me and told the girl at the front his name and she showed us out table after checking we had a legit reservation.

When we approached the table, laden with a very nice rouge tablecloth, Jas pulled my chair out for me. "You're being very gentlemanly-like tonight. I'm impressed," I said once the waitress/table show-er girl was gone.

He smirked, sitting down across from me and making sure he held my hand. "What's the fun in being a jerk?"

I glared at him. "You do a good job of it yourself. You tell me."

He shook his head, still smiling. "Maybe I've given up trying to help you get together with your tall Russian guy. Maybe I want to try and get you to give me a shot."

Now it was my turn to smirk. "Sorry, but I've already got enough guys on my plate at the moment, thanks."

That surprised him. "So, wait. You have more than Belikov?" His grip on my hand slackened.

"Yeah. A moroi. We had an argument not too long ago and he's not speaking to me right now but yeah… He's been my boyfriend for a while."

He looked sceptical. "A moroi? You sure that's the best choice?" Ugh, why does every guy think the Dhampir has to be a bloodwhore to date a moroi guy?

"Yes. He treats me well. If it makes you feel any better, we haven't had sex or anything." I didn't mention that that was only because we didn't have condoms…

That seemed to make him feel better. "Well, let's move to a different topic. See anything on the menu that you like?"

I looked down, agreeing to drop the topic. Talking about guys with a guy? Not really a good idea. Especially if you're suppose to be on a date. I flipped through the menu, looking at random foods and I felt the sensation of being watched on the back of my neck. I felt no nausea so it wasn't a Strigoi but I looked behind me to check anyways. There were couples chatting happily, waiters and waitresses running around but nothing out of the ordinary. I looked back at my menu, not wanting to startle Jas, but my appetite had disappeared. My stomach growled again in defiance. Finally, I just picked a random burger, just as our waiter walked up to the table. He had short, floppy, brown hair and had dimples when he smiled. He looked to be about 17. Probably still in school. "Hi, I'm Ben, your waiter for tonight. Can I get you anything to drink?" he asked with a heavy Russian accent.

"Umm, iced tea?" I ordered.

Jas ordered some drink with a Russian name. Damn locals.

He scribbled them down in his notebook. "Are you ready to order?"

We nodded and gave the names of our food choices. Mine a burger, Jas's something in Russian again.

"Can I get you anything else?" Ben asked me. Was it just me or was there a double meaning?

"No thank you."

When he walked away, slightly disappointed, I asked Jas, "Okay, what the hell did you order?"

He gave me a look, "How long did you say you had been here for?" He rolled his eyes, not waiting for an answer. "Pelmeni. They're pastry dumplings filled with meatballs. I can't believe you've never heard of it."

"I've heard of it…" Actually, no, I hadn't. "I just missed it in all your… Russian nonsense." Dimitri would have beat me right then and there had he heard me say that. In fact, I did feel an angry glare on the back of my neck but, once again, when I looked behind me, there was nothing.

He laughed. "All I said was 'Pelmeni please.' Admit it, you just don't know what it is."

I sighed. "Fine, I don't. Don't judge me."

He rolled his eyes and tapped my foot with his. I glared at him and tapped his back. Smiling, he gave it a light kick, which I returned. Within no time it was a full war game of footsies. The last time I had played footsies had been with Mason when we were in grade 8. With him though, it had eventually turned into legsies… then armsies. We had bruises on our thighs for weeks afterwards. The longer the footsies went on, the stronger the feeling of being watched became. Honestly, it felt like someone was glaring a hole through my neck. I turned full round, abruptly stopping our game and scanned the crowd. I looked at every face, every corner, every door. From the corner of my eye, by the bathrooms, I saw a flashing glimpse of a long jacket, a duster perhaps, escaping behind a door and the sensation dropped. "What's wrong?" Jas asked?

I glared at where the person disappeared. "Nothing…" I turned back around. It wasn't as if I could go trampizing through the men's washroom. Besides, if it was who I hoped it was, maybe I wanted him to watch a bit more... and because a bit more jealous. Maybe I'd get a replay of yesterday, without the interruption. Sometime throughout our game, our drinks had appeared. Jas's looked suspiciously like Russian vodka. "Did you get vodka? Seriously?"

He looked sheepish. "Maybe…"

I wrapped my mouth around my straw and rolled my eyes. Not long afterwards, our food arrived and my stomach took the grumbling up a notch. Ben smiled at me as he placed my burger in front of me but I ignored him as I immediately took a big bite from it. Jas looked at me with humour in his eyes, like he was holding back laughter. "You hungry?"

"Maybe…"

He rolled his eyes at me a stuck some of his 'Pelmeni' in his mouth. "You wanna try some?" he offered, a piece on his fork.

I shrugged, "Okay." Who was I to deny food? Ignoring the fact that sharing a fork was as good as kissing him, I quickly grabbed the piece off with my teeth. It tasted… good. (I've never tried Pelmeni so I cannot explain how it tastes… let just say it's meaty Russian goodness?)

He smiled at my satisfied face. "Maybe you should add 'pelmeni' to your Russian vocabulary list. If you have one that is." I glared, taking another bite of my burger. "I could teach you… staring with 'Oh, Jas, how I want you' or 'my bed or yours?'" Maybe if I ate fast we could leave sooner and I would get rid of him faster. "Then, once past the beginner suggestions, we could move to 'harder' and 'I love you'." Eating like a starved penguin, I stuffed the last piece of my burger in my mouth. He smirked, chewing slowly. "If you're so excited, we can just skip the Russian altogether. English is perfectly acceptable." I stood up suddenly, spinning around on my heel. "Or not!" He said quickly, catching the murderous scowl on my face. He reached for my arm but I held a hand up.

"One sec. I'll be back, I promise." Leaving him in his stunned silence I moved swiftly towards where I had now pinpointed my spy's position. The way he sat, the way he breathed, the way he moved, was so familiar to me now that, even from the back, I knew who it was. Walking into the bar section of the restaurant, I spun the bar stool he was sitting on and came face to face with Dimitri. "What the hell?" At first the whole spying thing had been fun but now it was just… annoying.

His face showed pure innocence. "Rach? What are you doing here? I thought you were on a date with Jazz?"

I ignored the mispronunciation. "Why are you spying on us?" No shit with me tonight.

Knowing he was caught he said, "I told you I didn't like you hanging with him."

"Yeah, but you didn't say anything about spying."

"I'm not spying, I'm chaperoning… from a distance."

"And why?"

"To make sure he doesn't try anything."

"And you don't think I could take him?"

"I know you can. I'm just back-up."

"No," a smile played at my lips, "you're just jealous. Of Jas."

Horror washed over his face but it was gone in microseconds. "No. Just worried for your wellbeing."

"Mhmmm. Well then, Dimitri, just so you know, a little jealousy is healthy if properly dealt with. Denial is not the way."

He glared at my playful tone. "I'm not jealous."

"Then what are you? And don't say worried. You know how badass I am. You taught me how to be."

"Just keeping an eye on you. People here aren't too conservative with they're hands if they see something they like."

"And I can't take them, either?"

He sighed. "Just drop it, Rach." He hated me new name. I could hear it in his voice when he said it. Or maybe it was just me. "Go enjoy your evening."

"Fine. Just know that you've lost your ninja touch when it comes to me." I turned around and sat back with Jas, instantly bringing up the topic of dessert so that the impending questions could be answered over something I loved most. But I must admit, I was touched by his 'concern'.

After dessert, Jas paid the bill and we walked home. The stars were out, giving the walk an intimate feel to it. The air was still now and a bit cooler than before. The whole way, Jas's arm was around my waist, refusing to let go. The rocks on the ground crunched beneath my heels and the moon lightly illuminated everything. It gave Jas's hair a particular glow to it with the light bouncing off. He walked me to the door and moved in front of me, sliding his hand to my hip. "This was fun, Rach. We should do it again."

"Yeah. Just no Russian lessons. Unless you're teaching me swear words." I had yet to get Dimitri to teach them to me.

He smiled. "No promises." He leaned down, bringing his face closer to mine. Too late, I knew what he was trying to do and I had no idea if I wanted him to do it or not. Knowing Dimitri was probably out there somewhere, watching, made up my mind. Just make him jealous, Rose. That's the whole point. This is perfectly fine, right? I tilted my head up to meet his. But before our lips could meet someone cleared their throat loudly. I looked over to see a pissed off Russian God standing behind us. Jas looked over too. "Um, interrupt much?"

"It's time for Rach to go to bed."

Jas smirked, laughter threatening. I rolled my eyes. "Guess it's good bye, Jas. It's my bed time," I, too, held back laughter at that term. "See you… later." Or not. Did I want to?

"Okay, good-night, my sweet." He lightly kissed my lips, to rub it in Dimitri's face no doubt, and hopped off the step, waving as he ran back to his house.

Once Jas had disappeared into the distance, I looked at Dimitri and sighed. "Jealous bastard."

Dimitri only dignified me with an eye roll before opening the door for me to walk through. "Good night, Rose."

Good? Bad? How come every time Rose talks to Dimitri it's an argument? No such thing as conversations with those two anymore.

This chapter is longer than the last couple (and all) so be happy!

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