She knew the island like the back of her hand, she had spent the better part of her vampire life wandering its winding paths and strolling through its ancient woods. Victoria felt like a girl when she walked alone up the winding stone path that led to the castle at the top of the island. On her way up through the woods she encountered two cultists who refused to give her answers but made for a good night's snack.
She was replenished again and felt stronger than ever, she strode up the stone path remembering to keep her shoulders back and chin up, she was royalty on this island and had to appear at all times as such. Her etiquette training back in the 1930's stayed with her even now to the day. Her instructor, a woman by the name of Madame Bronnwald had taught her how to do everything over again from her speech to the way she held a fork (even though she barely used forks anymore).