Disclaimer: Victorious and all its characters belong to Dan Schneider/Nickolodeon so on and so forth. If anyone wants to sue me go ahead, you won't get much!
Jade
When Tori Vega had first preformed at the big showcase that had ultimately led to her enrollment at Hollywood Arts, all I had seen in the bright flashing lights behind the perky Latina was THREAT, written out in big bold letters. Every time Vega had belted out a particularly impressive and passionate line, those letters had flashed even brighter than before. I wasn't so stupid as to deny that Vega had talent, talent almost on par with perhaps my only true friend, Cat Valentine when she wasn't off being quirky and well…Cat. Hell her singing at the showcase was almost on par with my own. A quiet part of my mind that I had thought was long since squashed whispered that it was better than even my own showcase had been, and I had had weeks to prepare. Weeks! Whereas Vega had been shoved unceremoniously on stage and straight into the fire. I had smirked at the time waiting for her to crash and burn, but instead of watching a train wreck, I had witnessed Vega in all her horribly optimistic glory. When the music to "Make it Shine" finally faded away, I grudgingly clapped while I struggled to keep the bile down in my throat.
Raw Talent like that was rare in a person. People had always told me I had some of my own, but I had to work at it. I put blood, sweat…well I didn't sweat, and tears which again I didn't really do, into my music and my acting. Perhaps it was a bad analogy, but it got the general picture across. I wanted to be a star and I was willing to give anything to achieve that goal. That Vega had the gall to waltz right on that stage in throw that talent straight in my face infuriated me to no end.
I hated her for her talent, talent that transferred into my own domain, acting. Did I hate her as a person? Perhaps, but I knew the spite I held towards her starting that day clouded my judgment. Honestly I didn't care. I was content to revel in her misery, to belittle her, hurt her, and to try and drown her sunny personality in my own personal raincloud. But though I thundered and rained, she always weathered the storm, each time driving me a little closer to doing something drastic. Had I said this to any of my "friends" they would have looked at me warily and asked where I had hidden Vega's body. But I never would have never dreamed my twisted mind could come up with it had, and I gave it a lot of leeway. In hindsight this drastic action was probably a long time in coming. I likened it to a bubbling volcano that got a little closer to erupting each time Vega and I interacted. It bubbled and hissed when we got close and as time wore on, it finally exploded. The outcome was something straight out of my nightmares, but that was the thing. I've never been afraid of my nightmares, I always welcomed them with open arms.
