Vika Der Vampir

Earlier today I cried. Both mother and father are buried on the estate. I visited their graves this morning. How is it possible for time to pass so quickly? ...if it was possible for me to travel forward, could I not travel back and make amends? I need to be rid of these people and escape, or be rid of these people and find that machine... if it is still here I must find it and travel back. This is the world and it did not end when Victoria's reign was allowed to continue... I see that now. I was a foolish girl taken in by a devilish man, but I have grown into a woman in these past few weeks. My mind is strong, it has to be.

Earlier I made a comment about the amount of flesh Abigail shows. Her rebuke was fast and devastating - she noted how I'd exposed everything when they had pretended to hang me. I hate her for that.

Television fascinates me. To begin with I was shocked and alarmed, thinking it some kind of evil, but now I am intrigued. With my access to this terminal restricted, television is my portal to the outside world. No doubt it too is in some way restricted, but I can pick up elements of this new strange culture, one of free thinking and debauchery. Last night I was "channel surfing" as Abigail put it. I stopped on a particular channel - I must have fallen asleep for when I awoke it was the middle of the night and I was watching a bizarre puppet show. Compared to other programs it looked old fashioned, but it still felt new to me. This program is called "Vika Der Vampir". Vika, despite her affliction – she is told by her disgusting brethren that she must drink blood, she helps a great many in her woodland home from other devils of the night.

- That man told me I was to become Victoria Noir. I will tell him my name is Vika.

Vika the Vampire looks rather like this:

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Today Abigail put me through some more tests. I find her beauty rather disarming, she does not look like the kind of woman who would be involved with these men, whoever they are. My home is full of these unfamiliar faces and none of my descendants.

Abigail has been feeding me information on what has transpired since my time. I have been informed that Victoria made a very good queen and her reign marked the most successful period in British history. Good for her I suppose. Abigail touched on two horrific wars and scientific achievements, but has told me I need to do a lot of reading in my home's restocked library. I will certainly take her advice.

I am trying not to think about my capture and what I did, or the choker around my neck. Hopefully Abigail or the man will tell me what they want with me soon...

The man and Abigail

That man gave me access to this terminal. He still has not told me his name. You will have to forgive me for any mistakes I make or if my writing is somewhat shaky, this is only the third time I have used a computer.

I am trying to come to terms with what is happening to me. I suppose I brought it on myself but it is hard to bear. That man said I had survived his first test and he introduced me to a woman called Abigail who asked me lots of questions about how I felt. They both concluded that I speak and write strangely but that I appear to be coping "adequately". I will write my thoughts on all of this later, but for now I must rest and attempt to claw back some sanity.

Who are these people?

My home is still here, but now I'm a prisoner. Who are these people?

Rain.

Rain taps on the windows. I do not know who I am anymore.

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...read the Vika Noir backstory.