Vern.

My wishes and thoughts.
The diary of the ineligible old heap I call, me. Let's stick to the name Vern, since I can't say "me" all the time, that'll get rather boring. Vern the miserable old heap, kinda has a ring to it, and how she ended up in a dark cell, that might as well be all in my head.

He said, I was in the right place at the right time.

When all I wanted to do was die, get over life and die. But I was turned into an immortal, forever a suicidal Vampire.