Victoria is the name of a godess of victory. I would be proud of that name, but I don't know anything about victory...yet. My life didn't offer me such a glory that I could praise with. Instead of that, everyone remembered me as a Victoria, pretty girl that likes to be alone. Aloner. That's my word. Beauty. Depends on what beauty...
I was born near the London, many years ago, when we still believed in witches. My mother and father were very oveprotective about me and my sister. They were also very rich, but wealth didn't give me freedom. My life was limited and planned. I would marry some rich successor and give him children and love. I couldn't complain, that was their decision and time...

One day, it was an unusual day. I was wearing my green silk dress and combing my red hair in room. Suddently, the maid called me.

'Miss Victoria! Mr. Johnson told you that it's such a wonderful day to take a walk and meet some new people.' She said with her old voice and I knew what my father meant. I was 20 years old. Perfect time for... 'New people.' I sighted.

I took my purse and went out, saying hello to our neighbours. London was big and crime was bigger, but I was in the centre of the town, talking to my friends. They were all very excited about engagments and childer so I just walked away with fake smile on my face.

While I was walking through some crowded street with many stands with flowers, jewerly...I heard a voice behind me. 'Birds in cages don't know how to fly.'

The voice was so cold and fearless, that made me bite my lip. I turned around and muttered while looking down. 'I think you replaced me with someone...'

'...but they know how to sing.' I looked up and strong man was standing right in front of me, closer than I thought. He had strange pale skin and smile to kill for. His sandy hair was blowing as I was looking at him carefully. He continued. 'Purity. Innocence. Secrecy.' He was saying that carefully as he gave me white rose. 'White rose. Symbol of pure soul.' I took the rose and smelled it carefully, but still I didn't know what to say but 'Thank you, sir.'

'Sir?' He quietly chuckled and took my hand. 'My apologies miss, I didn't introduced myself. My name is James Gibson and what is this angel called?' He kissed my hand tenderly.

I tried to smile and told him 'My name is Victoria Johnson. I don't see you in town very often...'

'That's because I don't live here, my dear Victoria.' He smiled charming.

Sky was cloudy, but I could still see his eyes and they were in strange red colour. When he noticed that I was looking at his eyes he immediately asked me 'I have strange feeling that you're not from here, too.' I answered him after few seconds of silence. 'Yes. I live near the woods, across the river. My family likes to live in peace and quiet.'

He bounded his head like he was thinking about something and then looked me deep into my eyes 'You love peace and quiet life, Victoria?'

'I can't complain.' I looked down and cried invisible tears.

He caressed my cheek and said 'That can be changed.'

I didn't know what did he mean by that, but he suddently disappeared. It took me few seconds to realize what happened and I went my own way, thinking about James.