Hey guys!

Here's my new story. Kinda inspired by a Filipino movie. I tried my best in editing it. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: Richelle Mead owns Vampire Academy, no copyright infringement intended.


I Don't Want To Be a Bride

Chapter One: The Best Day

"Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils."

~John Milton

(RPOV)

This had to be the happiest day of my life.

I was getting married to the man of my dreams whom I loved so much and by some miracle, he loved me the same way too. It was just like yesterday when I first met and fell in love with him. It was love at first sight and I knew at that moment that he was the one and the guy that I wanted to spend my whole life with.

He was handsome, hard working, he could make me laugh and he made me feel extraordinary. He had the all the traits that I wanted in a guy.

He was an artist and we met in his art gallery. I didn't really love art, but because of him, I appreciated it. Most of his paintings were abstract, but he painted me. I had to admit it, it was beautiful and it hanged on my bedroom wall.

Most of my friends didn't approve of him at first. He was a womanizer. Even while we were dating, he had girls all over him. He tried to deny it, but I saw him with those girls and they were having so much fun. I saw it with my own eyes. Even if it broke me, I broke up with him. Since that day, I hadn't heard of him, nobody was really talking about him. Deep inside of me, I wanted my friends to tell me anything about him, even if they would tell me that he had a new girlfriend. I just wanted to know if he was doing alright while my heart was breaking.

It was until my birthday which was a week after that. I got to my house and there were paintings all over my living room. It was me, my face were all over the room. Me in the red dress that I wore when we first met in his gallery, our first date in his rooftop, our pillow fight in his house, and many more. There were a total of twelve and each one of them was so vivid and real. Every time I looked at them, it was like I was reliving the moment. Twelve best memories that we had.

He apologized to me, told me that he was willing to change for me. He would do whatever it takes to get my trust back so that he wouldn't lose me again. But I told him I'd have to think about it and he had to prove what he said first. Action speaks louder than voice. I thought.

Since then, he never went to clubs and bars unless he was with us, and he never laid eyes on another woman except from me. He became a better person and I was glad for it. I was really that special to him that he changed for me.

I stared at my own reflection as my best friend and maid of honor, Lissa, arranged my veil. I smiled at her on the mirror and mouthed her 'thanks'. She nodded and said that she would just leave me for a few minutes to change into her dress.

I touched lightly the smooth silk fabric of my wedding gown. It was a simple white a-line gown with beaded straps and a pretty long trail. I love the dress, but I wish I wouldn't trip on it with these four-inch heels that Lissa forced me to wear. I told her that I could only handle up to two inches, but she told me that it wouldn't look good on the dress. I had to listen to her because between us, she was the fashion expert. I was more into makeup.

I almost jumped when I heard the door to the hotel room where I was staying opened. It couldn't be Lissa since she just left.

I turned to look who that was and then I saw Dimitri, in his tux. He looked so different, so manly, so handsome and perfect. He looked much older with what he was wearing, well he was technically seven years older than me, but in that attire, his age showed. He was twenty-nine and I was twenty-two.

"Hey, you are not allowed here. The guys are supposed to be on the lower level of the building. Lissa would kill you," I teased as I walked closer to him.

"I know, but I have to see you before the wedding. You look stunning by the way," he said.

"Thank you." I laughed.

He smiled at me. Now that I was closer to him, I felt like a dwarf. He was so tall, six foot two inches and I was only five foot, nine. His deep brown eyes were shining as he was staring at me. His almost black hair was styled fixed in a tiny ponytail.

He cupped my left cheek with his right hand and leaned closer to me to kiss my forehead.

"Thank you," I said when he pulled away. "Thanks for agreeing to be my best man," I added.

I could feel tears welling up my eyes as he pulled me into a tight hug. I would miss him. He had been my rock for the past eight years since my only family, my mother died. He had been there to comfort me and he treated me as his little sister. He helped me when I had nothing, when I was broke, he gave me money. I told him that now that I could, I'd pay him, but he refused. He was so kind even to his family. The girl whom he would marry would be so lucky. I owe him for who I was right now. I wouldn't be able to stand on my feet again if it wasn't for him.

"I am just a substitute," he said with humor, lighting up the mood that I created. "Don't cry, you'll mess up your make up."

"Don't worry, I still have an hour to fix it, let me shed some tears for the most amazing guy ever," I joked. "I'll miss you so much."

"I'll miss you too, Rose," he replied. "Where are you guys going for your honeymoon again?"

"Montreal."

"Kinda far, I guess. If that guys hurts you again just like what he did last year, all you have to do is call me and I'll beat the hell out of him." There was his overprotective-big-brother attitude again. It annoyed me sometimes, but he was funny and cute when he was in that character.

"Adrian won't hurt me ever again," I said with all the confidence that I had.


No, Dimitri is not the groom.

What do you think? To continue or not to continue?

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-ishi :)

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