Vampire Academy: Aftermath

This is going to be sort-of-novel-length fanfiction for 'Vampire Academy' by Richelle Mead. It's set after Last Sacrifice [I haven't read the spin-off books 'The Golden Lily', and 'The Indigo Spell' yet].
Rose Hathaway has everything she wants, her life is perfect-or is it? Nothing happens without consequences. I don't know if many people will have read VA, but... 'Write for yourself as much as for others', no? *Cover will be up shortly*


17. Epilogue


I couldn't believe it. The day had finally come. Of course, it wasn't just my day, it was my parents', Lissa's, Dimitri's, and Christian's day too. But there wasn't anyone I'd rather share it with. The dresses were stunning, the flowers were spectacular, and everything else was utterly amazing. Somehow, it just was. Lissa's dress was a slight-mint-green-coloured strapless lace-up with sparkling emerald jewellery and a heart-shaped neckline. Mine was white with a red tint, and some strange kind of V-neck that still allowed it to be strapless, but still leave something to the imagination. My mother's was a deep ivory dress with at least a forearm's worth of silky material splaying out from the back and sides in a semi-circular way. It wasn't strapless, instead it had two straps, but suited her just as well as if it had been. We all had our hair down (by now, my mum's had grown considerably) and in various styles of curls or straightness. We were a big room at Court's church with Jill, Mia, Viktoria and Sydney. The law hadn't been abolished but we'd found a way to sneak them out, and that was enough. Mia was putting the finishing touches to Viktoria's hair, while Jill twirled by the mirrors and assured Sydney that everything would be just fine.


Because of the contrasting dress themes the three of us had gone for, we decided the bridesmaids would be in pure white dresses with a band of jewels on it in whatever colour they wanted. Jill had taken a pale blue that went well with the light and shadow the dress had in the way it was pulled together at her chest. Mia had gone for peach, Viktoria for deep purple, and Sydney for a yellowy-orange. Overall, we didn't look bad. There were three boquets on the side for us to throw. God, I hope that old wives' tale about whoever catches it isn't true... After all, we had way too many possible marriages here. Like Mia and Eddie. Or Sydney and Adrian-we'd decided it was okay for him to be the best man. He didn't seem to be drinking so much recently, according to Sydney. Just then, some peeked their head around the door. A smile spread across my face-Eddie.

"Is it time already?" Lissa asked, surprised.

"Yep," he grinned, stepping inside and closing the door. "I told the co-ordinator we could deal with the procession order, so the only thing they'd have to do was join you and the three whipped kings in holy matromony. Not all of you together, of course..."

"What about bridesmaids, brides, and 'father'?" Mia suggested as she turned off the hair equipment in the room. I laughed at her plug-turning-off spree. "Wouldn't want your wedding to get more fiery than it already is, would we?"

"Sounds good. The order, I mean," Mum commented, blushing. You'd think it was strange to see your badass guardian mother getting married to your dad and nervously blushing, but strange was kind of my middle name by now, right? Besides, it was cute too. Even better than having your mum tell you what it was like when she got married while you're about to do the same; you're actually getting married at the same wedding as her on the same day. Wonderful mother-daughter bonding.

"Yeah. Liss?" I asked Lissa, my voice pitched a little higher than usual from the pure adrenaline of excitement.

"Yeah!" Lissa, it appeared, was worse than me. I straightened out my dress and followed my four bridesmaids, best friend, and mum out the door. Eddie gave me a reassuring pat on the shoulder and we got into the order we'd discussed, standing at the door at the end of the corridor, waiting to walk inside. An announcement came over the loudspeaker.

"Attention all, please rise and welcome Her Majesty, Queen Vasilisa Dragomir,"

my eyes fell on Lissa with that ecstatic smile still plastered to my lips,

"Guardian Rosemarie Hathaway,"

I took a deep breath,

"Guardian Janine Hathaway,"

Mum and I exchanged joyful glances as we briefly clasped hands,

"Princess Jillian Mastrano Dragomir,"

Jill blushed, still struggling with her new title,

"Miss Mia Rinaldi,"

Mia checked to see if her hair was still perfect,

"Miss Viktoria Belikova,"

Viktoria beamed

"Miss Sydney Sage,"

Sydney blushed (her and Jill should go for a twin acting award, in my opinion) ,

"and Mister Edison Castile," and the announcement ended, the grand doors swinging open.


Everyone's eyes landed on us. An array of gasps erupted from the crowd. People were transfixed. Upon us. Not just our outfits-us. But we weren't paying attention to them. Jill, Mia, Viktoria, and Sydney had taken their seats and we now had a clear view of the three men at the front. One black-haired and blue-eyed with pale skin, one dark-haired and dark-eyed with darker skin, and finally, one brown-haired and brown-eyed, and extremely tall, one which I could proudly call mine. And there was love in their eyes. The kind of love that would still be there even if you got hit by a train. At full speed. With a massive food carriage.

In reality, I didn't pay much attention to what the priest was saying. Sure, I kept up, enough to know when to tune in and out. When we got to the 'I do's, I concentrated. Lissa and Christian were first, saying their vows, exchanging beautiful golden rings with 'I love you' engraved in them and filled with what must have been something like melted emerald, and then holding hands and waiting. Dimitri and I were next. The promises were the exact same, but for us they meant different things. That's just the way it was. And that's what made it so much greater to be standing up there at the altar with five of the people I loved most in the world. The rings Dimitri and I had contained the same message, just in Russian, alongside our Russian nickname-well, mine was-Roza-but I insisted on Comrade for him. I beamed up at him as I slid his onto his finger. And we waited as my parents' said their vows. I wonder if they'd ever gotten married before, or if he'd ever asked before... I guess it didn't matter now. Their rings were a golden and white twist. My grin grew wider. Everything was perfect. At least that's the way it felt. I knew there were other things to sort out, but I would be ready when they came around. My eyes swept over the audience. Everyone I knew I would ever need was in that crowd or up here. And then that line came.

"You may now kiss your bride," I would've laughed at the alteration of the sentence for our unique situation, but my lips met with Dimitri's and the world came to a stand still. His soft lips moving against mine was the best sensation in the world. Even if I had kissed him countless times before. I'd remember this kiss forever.


"Speech! Speech!" Eddie called from one end of the giant table at the wedding reception. He tapped his spoon against the glass while stood on the seat of his chair, trying to get the attention of our messed up little family.

"Watch it, Castile! I paid for those!" Christian yelled back.

"No, you didn't, Chris, I did," Lissa told him.

"Exactly, I paid for them!" Christian said. Dodgy logic, anyone?

"Didn't know you'd had a gender change, Christina," I winked. My mum was in fits of laughter, leaning against a smirking Abe's shoulder. Beside me, Dimitri chuckled, and it vibrated through me with a strange warmth. Christian scowled and Lissa made a 'turn that frown upside down' motion. I cracked out laughing. A few moments later, Eddie coughed and silence was finally achieved. Mostly, anyway.

"Right, by some weird sense, I was chosen to give these three away. I don't even want to know who I got with to have them. And why one of them's twenty years older than the other two."


"But they're great people and I'd do that again a million times. With correct payment, obviously. And a new suit."

More laughter.

"I wish you the best of luck. All six of you," he bowed and sat down. Next, Adrian stood. Boy, this was going to be interesting.

"I've had my fair share of ups and downs with all of you. I've beaten round the bush with Little Dhampir, fought with Cradle Robber, fought with Fire Crotch, trained with my cousin over here, and nearly lost my most prized body part to Big Dhampir and The Turkish-Russian Mafia," he smirked. We responded with chuckles. "And it's changed me. I've been a bit of a bad boy, so that's why I was surprised when you asked me to be your best man. My ever-growing ego aside, Good Luck, and enjoy marriage. Just don't start your honeymoon until you get behind closed doors. Okay?" he laughed, taking his seat again.


Christian stood up and held up his glass.

"I'll keep this short, because I was never good with words, and much better with setting people on fire. One girl in particular. Liss is the best thing that ever happened to me. Before she got dragged back to school, I was a loner. Hell, I was still a loner after that. But she slowly changed me. Now, I'm going to royal parties and managing not to burn the arrogant guys. That must say something," he placed a kiss on Lissa cheek as she stood up and he sat down.

"When I first got with Chris, we got a lot of gossip about how disgraced we were. But we couldn't care less-we were in love. And we still are. No matter how much we argue or fall out, no matter what tries to get in our way, we're always back together in the end. There through thick and thin. Love you, Chris," she blushed and kissed him back.


Next, it was Dimitri's turn.

"When I first met Roza, she was living among humans in Portland, and had been living on the run from the academy for two years-and for good reason. We captured them and I saw from then on that she was a very determined guardian, no matter the fact that she was a novice, had an attitude, and a reputation that wasn't her at all. I started training her and we slowly fell in love, brought together by near-death experiences. The point is, she didn't die. Not then, anyway. And we're still at each other's side now. People can say our relationship was wrong, just as we thought it was, but you can't control who you love, and I love her deeply," he finished and kissed me on the lips, followed by a chorus of 'aww's. I was after him.

"I think Dimitri's pretty much said everything. I was the school student trying to get something across but couldn't, and he was the tall, dark, handsome guy who kidnapped me. He never forced me into anything. It was real love. The end," I said.


Dad was the next to talk.
"Believe it or not, fairytales do happen when you're over thirty. I know so. Those guys who get with Dhampir women then drop them give Moroi men a bad name," there were murmurs of  agreement. "People will keep expecting me to leave this relationship and move on to the next girl, but I'm not going to do that-ever. You're probably wondering how a mobster met a guardian like Janine. The answer could be given a few ways, but really, I met her at a party-a ball. One of those respectable-Moroi-and-guardians things. She was lonely and I was bored. I used to think like those aforementioned guys, so I decide to have a little fun. I didn't expect to fall in love while I was at it. And boy, I fell hard," he smiled down at my mother and sat beside her again. She didn't stand, but spoke anyway.

"When I was growing up, I always had something against being with Moroi men. They would play on your emotions then throw you in the trash, I was told. I fell out with my mother because of the way she just accept how she was being used by man after man. I decided I want to be a guardian. So I did. And now look where I am. But I thought there was no way to balance personal and professional, so I avoided the former. Until I met Ibrahim. And It all changed. Now I know we're not just robots of the guardian council," she smiled. Anyone who hadn't made a speech clapped and we returned to eating the food and talking. I felt elated. Like I'd just died and gone to heaven. And I'm pretty sure my mum and Liss felt that way too.

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