Lady Vega

OK, so this story is all set in the early 1900's. It's mainly Bori romance, but I'll add in other character's later on.

I don't own anything Victorous.

Chapter 1

Victoria Vega ran happily along the edge of the canyon, chasing the beautiful butterfly that had caught her attention. No one else was around, and she again complimented herself on her sly escape from her father's estate. She looked at the town in the distance, wondering why her parents forbade her from going there.

"You are only seven, Victoria" she recalled her mother saying when she had brought up the subject, "And you are a Vega. You can't be seen down there with those people."

Those people? What had her mother meant by that? Tori had walked through the village, and spotted no difference between herself and the people she had seen. So, what did she mean?

It was then that Tori felt herself drop. The ground she had been standing on had crumbled she lost her footing completely. She barely had a moment to scream before she was falling over the edge of the cliff. Tori instinctively grabbed the edge, her entire body hanging over the deep canyon below. She slammed into the cliff face, and felt a piercing pain in her right knee. She had cut it on the sharp rocks of the cliff. Tori breathed heavily, her eyes wide with terror and flooded with tears. She screamed again when she felt her grip slipping. Then she lost her grip completely.

But she didn't fall. She felt a hard hand gripping her wrist, and the Sun, which was shining so brilliantly a few moments ago was being blocked out by something. Tori looked up at the figure of the hero who had saved her life.

Above her, she observed a young boy, around her age, with long, messy brown hair. His face was screwed up with the effort of holding her up. He gritted his teeth, and swung his other arm over the edge, grabbing her wrist with both hands. Tori felt something drip on her face from above, but thought nothing of it. With a groan of pure effort, the boy began to pull. Tori felt herself being lifted upwards, and eventually she felt her body hit the solid ground again.

Tori breathed heavily, trying to regain some form of composure after her terrifying ordeal. She eventually looked up at her saviour. He was sat with his knees bent and his hands on the ground behind him, panting heavily.

"Are you OK?" he asked, concern etched on every inch of his face. Tori nodded, and noticed the jagged cut on the bottom of the boys chin as he leaned back. It must have been the jagged rocks on the cliff edge when he lent over to pick her up. And sure enough, she glanced over at the rocks on the cliff edge, and saw the red drops of blood which stained them. She touched her face. It was his blood that had dripped on her before.

"Oh" said the boy, "I'm sorry." From the pockets of his too-small pants, he drew out a tissue, and offered it to her. She hesitated, and gave the boy a once over. He wore a dirty shirt which was both too big for him and covered in holes and stains. He looked like a beggar, one of those her mother had warned her about. But he had just saved her life. She slowly reached out a shaking hand and took the tissue, dabbing the blood from her face.

"Thank you" she mumbled quietly. The boy's face split into a goofy grin, and he got to his feet.

"That's OK" he said, unsuccessfully trying to dust off the dirt from his pants. Tori tried to get to her feet, but screamed as the pain in her knee returned in its entirety. She crumpled to the ground and immediately began crying. The boy was by her side in a moment.

"It's OK" he said, lamely. "I have an idea." He turned around so that he was facing away from her. "Put your arms around my neck" he said. And in moments he stood up, carrying her on piggyback towards the village.

It was nearly an hour before he reached the village, and he was panting heavily by the time he arrived at the town entrance. He ignored the questioning stares he got as he walked the girl through the marketplace. He stopped at the nearby stall and asked the man for some water.

"That will be ten pence" said the man, pouring the water into a cup. The boy checked his pocket. Ten pence was all he had-his entire pocket money for the month. He looked at the girl on his back. She had stopped crying but had remained silent afterwards, only staring down at the road.

He handed the man the ten pence, and collected the cup of water. He set the girl down on a barrel, welcoming the relief of having her off of his back. He offered her the cup of water, which she took with shaking hands. She sipped the water, still silent.

"Feeling better?" asked the boy.

"Yes, thank you" she replied, grateful for the water.

"My Lady!" The shrill screech made him jump, and he turned around to see a elderly man running at surprising speed through the crowd. The man stopped in front of him, gave him a distasteful look, and heaved the girl off of his back and into her arms. "What has happened to you?" he screamed, beside himself with concern.

"She-"

"You" the man thundered, "Get out of here at once. Get away from her!" the man shouted at him. He looked at the girl again, who was staring at him with wide eyes. She would be OK now. He nodded at the man, turned, and walked away.

Over the next few days, the young boy did not see or hear anything about the strange girl or the incident. He only heard rumours of some wealthy family moving away from the area, but he never thought the two were linked in any way.

And so went the first meeting of Beck Oliver and Victoria Vega.