An: Well, this is the last one… . I really enjoyed writing this and I'm sad that it's over! I just wanted to take this opportunity to say thanks to all who read, reviewed and alerted this story or me as an author! That means a lot! So I hope you enjoy this last one!

Disclaimer: I know, I have not had one of these yet, so… here it is. I just wanted to remind everyone that this is in Frostbite Not Shadow-kissed. This comes before all of the other ones. Also, there is not a lot of Rose in this one because I figured Mason's death and his feelings were more important to describe. So to all of your Rose fans I am sorry!

She had told me to lead the others to safety and to leave her behind. But the only problem was that I could not. I could not leave her to fight two Strigoi by herself. She could get hurt or worse killed…

I crept slowly back to the building. Once I slipped by a window unnoticed, I heard the female cry out to her fellow Strigoi. "Isaiah, just kill her already. If you'd done is sooner like I said, none of this would have happened."

She was working into my plans without realizing it. She was distracting herself and Isaiah. This was a good thing.

I carefully crept around the building and over to the front door. She was in there. I had to save her. I had to concentrate. All of my schooling and training would be proven at this moment. I knew I had what it took to save Rose. Well… she had a lot more than I did so probably just to help her out.

I could almost feel the glare of Isaiah burn into the female. The tension inside was thick; it could be cut with a knife.

The growl came moments later. "Do not interrupt me."

This was perfect. I would slip in and surprise them. With Rose's help, I would finish them off and then… what? Whisk her into the sunset like a fairytale hero? I pondered this for a moment. No… I would be a new type of hero. A new type of hero that would help the heroine, then whisk her off into the sunset. Rose was capable of holding her own.

"You're being overdramatic," the female was speaking once more. "And wasteful."

I stepped over a small rock and then sidled up against the building. There was not much more to go until I hit the door; maybe two or three feet.

"Don't talk back to me either." Isaiah snapped. I could hear the power of his words in my skull. They made my skull vibrate with the force.

I was at the door. I took a deep breath and then saw something blocking the light. It was the gun that Rose had had earlier.

The whiny voice came back soon enough and cut the vibrations out of my mind. "I'm hungry. I'm just saying you should…"

I made my entrance like a hero. I had confidence laced in my words and so much threat that I sounded angry.

"Let her go, or I'll kill you."

The male Strigoi stared at me for a couple of moments. I took this time to size up the scene before me.

Isaiah held one of Rose's forearms in his hand. He had a grip that seemed to be deathly. His hand would have to be removed by force. That was what I was here for. The female was a few feet away from Rose and Isaiah. Her eyes screamed that they were hungry, violent… lethal.

Isaiah however, had an expression of boredom in his eyes. How he could be bored with this situation I did not know.

I slid my gaze to Rose and my heart was squeezed a little. She was trying to squirm out of Isaiah's grasp but to no avail. She kept struggling like a fly would when it is stuck in a spider's web. The fly would be helpless. Looking at her eyes gave me another message. Her beautiful eyes yelled at me. They screamed at me to leave her… like I had promised. But she had not seen what I had done I had made sure of it…

As I looked over the room, I remembered that I still had the gun in my hand. I clenched it and then loosened my clutch on the gun as a warning. Nothing was going to scare me… not two Strigoi, not ten.

My gaze worked it back to Isaiah's appearance of tediousness. He yawned and then said in a dreary voice, "Sure, try it."

I took the opportunity without hesitation. The gun was up and firing bullets into the middle of his chest before anyone could oppose.

I started to count the bullets that came out of the gun… one…. two… three but soon after that, the anger I had towards the two Strigoi was unleashed inside of me. They had the nerve to take Rose away from me… and then fool with her, like some toy. Well, she was not a toy, she was a dhampir and she would certainly kill them both if given the chance.

I threw the gun out of range when I discovered that it was not firing anymore.

I looked to Isaiah and realized that the scene was not how I had planned. He was irritated; irritated beyond all belief. But there was no going back now. It was time for a new plan of action. It was time for the hero to help the heroine.

"Get out!" I froze for one moment. Rose had screamed this at me. She wanted me to leave her behind; leave her to die.

I would not let her sacrifice herself. Never. I planned my next move quickly. Before I had decided what was right, I launched myself out of the light; the only thing that had been protecting me.

Rose immediately started to struggle more. She twisted and squirmed until I thought that it was almost impossible for Isaiah to still hold her arm. But still he kept his grip on her arm, with a look that said that it was as if he was not even trying.

Her eyes were wild. They were filled with anger and hate but also with a touch of fear. Her hair whipped around her as she tried to thrash about to her freedom. Her leg shot out as she tried to land a kick to one of Isaiah's legs.

It all happened too fast for me to see and process it. If I had the chance to do it over again I would have done it differently, no questions asked. But when someone you love is being threatened with her life, your heart makes you do the strangest things, like rush into lethal fights without thinking about the consequences. Instead, it makes you feel like a hero, an invincible hero that will come out victorious in the end and save the day… like in the fairytales…

Not this time…

Rose was pushed into the female Strigoi by Isaiah. I had not reached her yet so I kept running, trying to save her. Trying to save the one I loved from a terrible fate. I did not realize that this would backfire and make me suffer even more than I had imagined.

I felt hands on me and I realized they were Isaiah's. They had rested on the grooves of my neck. I was puzzled. Why there. My question was soon answered. I felt him twist his hands. There was immediate pain, pain of the worst kind. It was so horrible that I wished for it to be over.

But nothing compared to the ache in my heart as I realized what was happening.

I was dying…

I had failed Rose. I had failed to be her hero. She was my heroine and she was worth dying for.

One of the last things I remember was her face. Yes, it was horrified; twisted and contorted into an expression of ever-lasting shock; something I had never seen present in her features before now.

I would miss her. Miss her with all of my heart. I would love her forever. My love would always be strong and true.

Everything shattered as my vision blurred. My breathing was slowing down.

I hit the ground of the room with a small thud but did not even realize it.

I could hear someone rushing over to me, in my last moments, and I thought it was Rose. When I felt her hand touch my cheek I knew it was.

I had to tell her. I needed to tell her before I died. There were many things I wanted to tell her like, "I love you," and "I'm sorry I failed you," but she needed to know the truth.

"Rose," I tried to mumble it so that she could hear me. I did not know if she could or not so I went on. I wanted to tell her before I died.

"Rose, I lied. When you told me that I needed to leave you I crossed my fingers behind my back. I could not leave you behind… I love you too much…"

I did not know if she heard me, but it was out. The truth had been told. I had lied and been killed for it. A just punishment I suppose.

I could not even see Rose anymore. But I knew she was there. I was not alone. That made things just a bit better for me.

They say dying for love is noble, and I never believed that until my last moments came.

As I fought to remain conscious I thought of something. The thought pulled through my mind like molasses. It was harder and harder to process my thoughts.

I failed to be your hero, but I will always love you… my heroine…

An: I like this one. Anyway, all of the inspiration for this story came from you guys and also some great songs! I might put up a playlist for this but most of the songs have absolutely nothing to do with what the chapters were written about… so maybe not. It'd be great if you all would let me know about that.

And with this being the last chapter I have to say thanks, I know I'm repetitive but whatever. Thanks a lot!

I will hopefully be writing another story soon. I really want to do one about Adrian; he's becoming one of my favorite characters with his charm. I have an idea but I have to kick it around in my head a little bit longer to figure out if it's worth doing. Are you guys interested? Hmmm…. Oh well. Thanks!