Yay! Confusion over.
Here is your last and final chapter of Last Sacrifice by rawrful_lion aka Darla.
I'll put up a poll for which chapters you want in DPOV. I'll probably just do a couple though and I'm sure when those will get up, but they will, eventually.
Anyways, enjoy the chapter :D
Becoming a free person after being falsely accused of murder? Brilliant.
Being harassed, attacked and totally annoyed by the non-believers of such a thing? Crappy.
Even after a month of being back, I was still getting asked things like 'How'd you get away with it?' and 'What did you blackmail Ambrose with that was so bad he killed himself over it?'. Now, I've been pretty good at ignoring this but when they jump you, screeching, 'Queen Tatiana shall be avenged!', well, you can understand why, because of a certain Russian God, I ended up, hanging in the air by my wrist two feet above the ground in the middle of the court yard more than once, resulting in a dislocated wrist.
"Shhhhht," I yelled, muffled, into the cloth between my teeth as the doctor hit my wrist back into place.
"I said it would hurt," was the only thing the doctor said back.
I opened my mouth, letting the cloth fall onto my lap. "Dimitri, you so owe me."
The guilty bastard only smiled as Dr. What's His Face pulled out some wrap and wound it around my wrist. Once he was done, I hopped off the table and grabbed Dimitri by the ear, having to reach up considerably to do so. In fact, he even tilted his head a little for me.
I had only dragged him around the corner when I let my tingling arm drop. "Not very stern, are we?" he asked jokingly.
"My arm was starting to fall asleep," I replied simply.
He chuckled. "Look, Rose, I am sorry about your wrist but really, you should know better."
"He jumped on my back! As I left the bathroom!" I exclaimed, exasperated.
"You could have disentangled him from your back and held him to the floor," he suggested, sounding all wise-like.
"While you what? Ran for help?" I snorted.
Dimitri sighed and we turned a corner that lead outside where all the restaurants and cute coffee shops were. "I have a pair of handcuffs…"
I raised my eyebrows, since I still didn't possess the ability to lift only one. "And where do you keep those?"
"Somewhere secret…" he said, a smile playing on his lips.
"Well, I've never found them down there so you might have to be a bit more specific on somewhere secret."
He rolled his eyes. "No need to get dirty, Rose. They're just in my shoe."
"That must be comfortable."
"Actually, they prove as a great arch support when wrapped properly in cloth…"
"Uh huh. I'll have a chocolate donut, please," I told that lady behind the counter of a coffee shop we had entered.
"'Course," she responded with a smile and brought out two, already knowing I'd come back for seconds. Dimitri got a tea, paid for both it and my donuts, and sat down at the table I had picked out.
"Lissa should be here soon." I took a bit of my donut, little brown crumbs falling onto my plate.
"Thought it was the whole gang coming?"
"Yeah, but saying Lissa was easier than saying Lissa, Christian, Adrian, Eddie, Mia and Jill should be here soon."
"Who said anything about soon? I'm here now," Adrian said happily as he plopped into the chair beside me and draped an arm around my shoulders. Dimitri glared but Adrian completely ignored him as the rest of the gang, who had sauntered in after him, dragged chairs around the table.
"Can I have one of those donuts?" Eddie asked. "Thanks," he said as he proceeded to attempt a snatching, only accomplishing in receiving an angry red mark across his hand.
"Take that as a no," Christian smirked beside Eddie.
"You're just happy to not be on the receiving end for once." Lissa said as she brought over a plate of donuts and gave me a stern look which I took as 'They're not all for you,".
But I ate all of Christian's share anyways.
"You find a girlfriend yet?" Jill piped up, looking up at Adrian adoringly from beside him.
"Not yet, dear Jailbait. I have found lilies and daises but haven't found myself another Rose." Adrian looked at me, sighing onto my face and filling my nostrils with a smell lacking cloves and alcohol. "Dimitri, no offence, but I liked it better when you were undead. Less competition."
"None taken. Though you should be aware that I'm no longer competition. I already won," Dimitri responded, taking a sip of his tea. Jill was looking off to the side, trying to gain control of her smiling face at having heard Adrian was still single. Of course, the fact that he still referred to her as Jailbait didn't help her chances of her becoming his next rose.
Eventually, Dimitri managed to knock Adrian's arm off my shoulders and replaced it with his. All was as it should be in our little group. Or as 'should be' as we could actually become.
Lissa had it in the bag for becoming Queen. Her and Christian's relationship was as great as ever, as was mine and Dimitri's. No one knew for certain, but we were suspicious of the amount of time Eddie and Mia spent together. If their combat classes were anything like mine and Dimitri's, we all knew what those would lead to. And someday, we all knew Adrian would give into Jill. Someday. Many years from now.
Life would never be normal for us, but could we ever ask for any less?
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Back in our little room, I finally managed to beat Dimitri at an arm wrestling match. "Woohoo!" I exclaimed, dancing around the room. "The Russian God has been beat by Bad-Ass Hathaway!"
"You kicked me in the shin, Rose. I think you cheated," he said, rubbing his leg.
"Oh, don't be a poor sport, Comrade. I won fair and square and you know it."
"I know no such thing. In a game where violence isn't part of the rules, you lose once it is applied."
"Is this another 'Violence is not the answer' lecture? Because, if it is, you've already told me that one."
"Fine. You wanna play dirty? We'll play dirty." With that he picked up a pillow off the bed and hucked it at me. What was with pillow missiles lately?
I gave a girly shriek and ducked, quickly running to the bedside to collect my ammo. Dimitri, having bigger arms than me, scooped most of them up quickly. I stuffed a pillow up my shirt for safekeeping, making my stomach look like it was bulging out, and ran around the bed with a pillow in my hands. With a war yell, I hit Dimitri. He grabbed me by my pillow softened torso and pushed me down onto the bed, effectively cutting off my arms and giving him perfect access to pelt me in the face with a pillow. Which he did, but softly, since we all know you shouldn't hit people in the face with pillows, especially if you have to share a bed with them.
He looked down at my stomach and frowned. "Ms. Hathaway, I demand an explanation. Was I lying when I said I had already won?" he asked, jokingly.
"Nope," I said, ripping the pillow out from under my shirt, my arms having been freed. "It's removable."
"You sure?" he grinned, examining my flat stomach closely.
"Ummm, yeah. I just removed it didn't I?"
Dimitri's nose grazed my jaw. "Mmm, I guess you just did. But that's not what I meant."
One of my hands reached up, cupping his cheek. "If you want, I can prove it. Using your shoe arches."
He grinned widely. "I like how you think. First one there wins."
"Do you want another bruised shin?"
"Not particularly. But who's to say you'll manage to kick it before I get my shoes? I'll handcuff your feet together."
"Isn't that the opposite of your objective?"
And then arms and legs were everywhere as we tried to remember where Dimitri had kicked his shoes off.
I know it's not much of an ending but I don't like 'And they all lived happily ever after' or writing cheesy epilogue summaries of the next twenty years, making their lives sound all boring.
If anyone read the chapter that I had written for this first before I deleted it you'd know I was attempting to make something out of the issue on the 16-year-old Guardians but now you'll all just have to make your own conclusion. And live in faith that Rose and Dimitri won't split or something.
Farewell, dear readers. Thank you all for your support and love.
Fin.