A/N: Hey! So this takes place in the church at court. I didn't like Rose's reaction to Dimitri telling her his love had faded. I wanted her response to be something more in the lines of being a badass. The beginning part in italics is a scene from "Spirit Bound". Everything else is mine!

Disclaimer: The lovely Richelle Mead owns the VA series. Although I wouldn't mind owning Dimitri... ; )

I turned from him, trying to calm my churning emotions. When I looked back, our eyes locked, power and electricity burning between us. Dimitri could ignore it all he wanted, but that connection-that deep calling of our souls-was still in there. I wanted to touch him, not just with this brushing of my leg but with everything. I wanted to wrap him in my arms and hold him against me, reassuring him that we could do anything together. Without even realizing it, I reached toward him needing that touch. He sprang up like I was a snake, and all of his guardians shot forward, braced for what he might do.

But he did nothing. Nothing except stare at me with a look that made my blood run cold. Like I was something strange and bad. "Rose. Please stop. Please stay away." He was working hard to stay calm.

I shot up, now as angry and frustrated as him. I had a feeling if I stayed, we'd both snap. In an undertone, I murmured, "This isn't over. I won't give up on you."

"I've given up on you," he said back, voice also soft. "Love fades. Mine has." I stared at him in disbelief. All this time, he'd never phrased it like that. His protests had always been about some greater good, about the remorse he felt over being a monster or how it had scarred him from love. I've given up on you. Love fades. Mine has.

I backed up, the sting of those words hitting me as hard as if he'd slapped me. Something shifted in his features, like maybe he knew how much he'd hurt me.

I clenched my fists together near my sides. I felt the slight tingle in my eyes as traitor tears threatened to spill from their hiding place.

Through everything I've sacrificed for him I never felt guilt. Never once did I feel guilty for the actions I took because I always believed that if I could bring him back, it'd be worth it. I always kept a firm hold on hope.

But now, after hearing him utter those words, my hope shattered-and was soon replaced with anger. It was then Dimitri's turn to stare in disbelief as my emotions shifted from hurt to fury.

I no longer held a look of pain, hell I didn't even bother putting up a mask as he would foolishly do. I could feel my features morphing into a look of pure hatred as my vision turned red. I hadn't realized that one of the balled fists at my side started to lift up toward his face until it was too late.

At a speed I've never knew I had in me, I cocked my fist back and with explosive force, swung out at his head.

My fist collided with his face making a slight cracking sound as I punched his left eye, the force of the blow knocked his head back a bit and he stumbled backwards. He didn't fall to the ground but nonetheless, he was in complete shock.

I noticed that something in the way he was looking at me said he felt he deserved every swing I could take out on him. And man did that sound like a good idea. But deep down I knew I didn't have it in me to strike him again.

With the most menacing tone I could use, I locked gazes with him and cooly said, "Never in my life have I ever felt so much regret. And not until this moment have I ever been ashamed of someone I loved", with every word I spoke my voice became even more ice-cold,

"Do you think I like being put through misery when I could just choose a normal life? The answer was yes." He flinched from my use of past tense. This only fueled my anger. I was enjoying watching him suffer.

"I used to believed I could get back the brave, good man I once fell in love with. Now you're no better a man than the monster you were." Hurt washed over his entire face. He cleared his throat as if he wanted to say something and took a step towards me.

But I wasn't going to let that happen, I put up a hand to stop him but he ignored the gesture and grabbed the hand that was held up. Big mistake. Once again at a speed I didn't recognize, I wrenched my hand back and went to slap him across the cheek.

This time however, I didn't reach my target. His guardian reflexes kicked in and he grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back. I could feel his hot breath near my ear as he whispered in a strangled tone, "Rose, just stop."

That just made me snap even more. I stomped my heel into his foot and with my free arm, elbowed him in the gut. His grip on me loosened slightly and that was all I needed. I swirled around and kneed him right in the groin. You'd think he'd drop to the floor but he didn't, instead he crouched over ever so slightly and gave a muffled grunt.

However, I did manage to escape his hold. I didn't waste anytime. If there's anything I've learned from him, it was to never hesitate. I gave a roundhouse kick to his stomach putting all my weight into it, he went flying back in the pew where a few Moroi shrieked and ran out of the way. In a flash I was standing over him, my breath was labored but I still kept a stern bravado.

'Love doesn't fade', I hissed using my fingers as quotations marks for emphasis. "Only a coward could use such a pathetic excuse like that." Some part of me knew I was being irrational but I just didn't give a shit. I'd finally snapped.

"I'm beginning to wonder what it was I ever saw in you", my eyes turned to slits, "You Mr. Belikov", I knew dropping his guardian title was hitting below the belt, but I just couldn't stop, "have been the biggest mistake I've ever taken a chance on. I should have killed you when I had the chance-no, that makes me no better than you, I wish I'd never met you."

My eyes started to water again and I knew I had to go before I broke down. In a monotone voice I spat, "You want me to 'stay away', then that's fine. But if you ever touch me again or come within ten feet of me, I won't hold back next time. Your injuries will be so extensive, you'll be on bed rest for a month."

At the end of my little speech I swear if looks could kill, he'd be long gone by now. Everyone in the church just stared in disbelief. I was even a little shocked that his guardians didn't intervene. I guess they thought if he was strigoi he could defend himself.

I didn't spare another glance at Dimitri because I didn't want to witness his reaction. If he was threw with me, plain and simple, then so was I with him. And with that thought, I abruptly turned on my heel and ran the hell out of there.

A/N: I've had this idea milling around my mind for awhile now. I know this chapter is kind of short, but I'll update the next chapter soon.

I have a rough outline of the plot for this story. Most of the action scenes have already been written so I'm just fitting all the bits and pieces together with some fluff in the hopes of pulling together a decent story. So bare with me at times if I get writers block... I'm open to suggestions as well, so read and review!