Finding the house where her 'present' would be waiting wasn’t too much of a problem once she had figured out what area it was situated in. The beaten down neighbourhood held no interest to Victoria nor did the people in it. She ignored the curious glances of the few occupants that were awake at such hour and made her way toward her goal. Like others of her kind she stood out, her sickly pale skin and fiery hair made sure she didn’t blend into the background, meaning the looks were not uncommon.
Victoria was being somewhat patient and travelling at a steady speed but once the house was in view, along with James on the front porch she quickened her pace until she too was standing next to the old house. In silent greeting she smirked before the scent of the witch inside caught her attention and her eyes flickered toward the door. She was eager to play. Her frustration of the lost battle that had got her to the city in the first place would of course be taken out on the poor girl.
Turning her attention back to James, she took him in all over again. The last year or so had been absolute agony, she hadn’t been away from him for longer than necessary so the time apart had put her at a loss. Eventually she had turned her grief into determination for revenge but even that hadn't turned out the way she had planned. If it hadn’t been for that fact and Victoria's own demise before turning up in the city she may have been more hesitant to believe he was back but now he was actually in front of her she couldn’t deny it. She almost didn’t know how to act. “I missed you.”