Author's Note: Hi, everyone! It's been a long time since we last spoke, I really should've brought flowers ;D So I've been working on this new story for several months without making much progress. But you all have storyteller125 to thank for me posting this now as opposed to much later in the year after I finished all the chapters. So make you buy him lots of presents and stroke his ego for all eternity :D This new Victorious story is based on one of my favourite romantic comedies entitled 'The Runaway Bride' starring Julia Roberts and Richard Gere. If you've never heard of this movie (or at least ridiculed it), then you've been living under a rock. But in case you haven't watched it, this story will be closely related to the happenings of the film with some of my own special tweaking and whimsical dialogue. I'm posting two chapters for the start because the intro's pretty short. So sit back, drink wine with pretensious names and be merry just for me :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious, its characters or Hollywood Arts, which doesn't feature in this story at all. Ain't I a louse?
It was a beautiful wooded area, tall and luscious trees tipped with green scattered as far as the eye could see.
Just when any lost traveller would despair from the innate lack of sound or life, a pathway littered with stray stones and loose sand appeared out of nowhere straight ahead.
And with this abrupt entrance came the sound of hooves sprinting across the wild savannah-like grass, growing as loud as cobbled thunder when it finally made contact with the pebbles strewn beneath it.
It was a beautiful creature, its glossy brown hair glistening in the midday sunlight, nostrils flared, panting the unaffected breath of mammals inherently born into freedom.
And atop this wild horse was a beautiful maiden.
She was the epitome of every fairytale heroine come to life; from her flowing mane of lovely brown hair which flowed out of her scalp in wavy rivulets; a lone wreath made from fresh flowers which adorned her magnificent head; right down to the white silken wedding dress which clung to her heavenly body as she rode the horse beneath her with practised strides.
There was no whip required for this brute of a beast; all he needed was a gentle tap to his side with her foot and he would take her where she needed to go.
Having done this a few times beforehand, the 'where' wasn't nearly as important as the grand exit itself.
And that's exactly what she had done – escaped.
Simply because she had to.
She thought she'd really been sure this time; that somehow, the stars would magically align in the Milky Way and she would finally get her happy ending once and for all.
Not this time.
Certainly not any other time before this moment.
But that was ok, because Tori Vega always had a plan.
It was never a philosophical endeavour, not even well thought out when it really came down to it.
But it was tried and tested and always produced the results she desired most.
If in doubt, there was only one course of action to be taken.
Run.
And that's exactly what Tori did as she goaded her feral companion onwards as they made their way through the clearing of wild flowers and unkempt grass flattened into submission by the pounding of relentless hooves.
Tori was barely aware that she'd been clutching the bouquet of fresh flowers which matched her wreath in her free hand all the while, picked earlier that morning by her grandmother in a field near the family home.
A bubble of shame and despair grew in her throat and she quelled the feeling by tossing the bouquet unceremoniously behind her, marking itself as the only signifier that she'd ever been there.
And then she was simply riding away from everything and everyone.
Including her own fairytale ending.
Author's Note: So that was the beginning chapter. Short, sweet and direct, just like me ;D If you're still in the dark about what's currently happening in the story, the next chapter will make things a lot more clearer. So keep your eyes glued on FF and keep reading :D CIAO!
