Victorious Tori Costume Novels & Stories

Aria I combed through my hair which was a mess of tangles after the shower. I returned to the pack house in the morning, it'd turned out that my injuries have healed just the one on my lower was still there but that too didn't hurt as much as before. I slipped on my clothes, well actually Hunter's. For some reason, his t-shirt and shorts seemed more comfortable and once I wore them, I knew that this was the best decision I had taken in a while.

Victor POV I stepped out of my truck and slowly walked up to the front door. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the doorbell and waited. I could hear her footsteps coming towards me. As the door opened, I could smell her sweet scent of lavender and birch. It swirled around my head giving me an almost euphoric feeling. Tori was dressed in a light yellow dress with black buttons, she looked beautiful. Wearing a shy smile, she greeted me.

Tori demanded with her arms crossed against her chest in annoyance. The door of her room clicked open and we were quick to turn our heads to face her. She was standing at the threshold of her door, dressed in a purple crop top and white skinny jeans. Her mid length hairs are secured up in a loose ponytail. "Finally you are out of that room." Tori commented and took a few steps towards her, now standing between the two of us. "But I am not going anywhere." She was quick to answer as if nothing can change her mind now.

Her tone was light, teasing, but there was something else under it too. Pride. I huffed out a breath, half-laugh, half-exhausted groan. “It’s a stupid crown.” “Maybe,” she said. “But not everyone runs ten yards through a wall of angry giants to win in the fourth quarter.” She glanced down then, lips twitching. I followed her gaze. There, smeared across the front of my jersey—half hidden under turf stains and sweat—was a faint gray streak of dried mascara. Tori’s. From when she’d slammed into me crying at halftime after they announced the court.

When we got to campus a few minutes ago, Eli said they're on their way and that we could wait here. I'm trying to stay as calm as possible, but the thudding of my heart is betraying my anxiety. Good thing I'm the only one who can hear it. "There they are!" Tori exclaims and shoots to her feet. She's wearing a pair of jean shorts and a crop top, her midriff bare. Thanks to the rollers she had on earlier, her dark hair is falling in voluminous waves down her back. She really is going all out. I turn to look. They're walking side by side. Eli notices us and waves. I come to my feet and keep my eyes on Eli.

I stay quiet a while before I let out a sigh "okay fine, but how does this have anything to do with me?" "Because I fear she's possessed" we all exchange looks. Imagine it with some kind of dramatic music. _____Tori took us to meet her friend, who was at the gym. She wore a hood with dark shades. "Why are you dressed like that?" Tori asked with a rather blunt look. "I still think this is crazy, and I don't want anyone knowing I'm associated with the school's freak". I smirk a little when I turn to leave "good talk" I said about walking out the door when Tori stops me.

On my feet were white converse as Rori pushed me down at her vanity table. "Okay hair." she smiled as she brushed it. "I'm just going to leave it down and......" I trailed off as I ran my hand over my hair removing the hair colour glamour spell and revealing my long natural white blonde hair. "I love it." Rori approved as she stood back. She wore a white short sundress with a low cut front with little buttons and it was backless. It had small little green poka dots on it. On her feet was a pair of white ballet pumps. Her long red hair was curled but was pinned to fall over her left shoulder. She had a smoking eye make up and a soft lip gloss.

Tori’s POV I couldn’t get to sleep that night, even though I’d already picked out the outfit I was going to take: a black corset with burnt orange bows. Was this a test of my sensibilities, or something more sinister? I really hoped not to have to participate. Wondering if Naomi would be attending, as well, I dozed, only to be woken by Ellie, who was stumbling about in the dark. I knew we had agreed to save on electricity, but this was ridiculous.

One way or the other. Finally, the reason for all this shit showed up. Victorianna wearing a scarlet red corset with a tight fitting red skirt was carried in on my fathers throne. Obviously, it just had to make a fashionable entrance. Her hoard of worshippers around her. They were obviously not planning on joining the fight by the look of their fancy dress. Suddenly, my heart stopped and then went in overdrive... Eric!

Third POV The festival glittered around her, a sea of silk and candlelight and carefully practiced smiles. Tori moved through the crowd with measured steps, her heart pounding beneath the simple grey gown she had chosen for the occasion. Not too fine, not too plain. Nothing that would draw attention. Nothing that would make anyone look twice. Three years away from Emberclaw had changed her. Her face had thinned, her cheekbones more prominent. Her hair was longer, darker, swept up in a style she had never worn before. She walked differently too, with a quiet confidence that had been born of survival rather than comfort.