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: