I’m over a hundred and fifty years, and I’ve been stabbed, bloody chopped up, blown up, dropped out of airplanes. And you just… I just kept going because that’s what you do. You just got to pick yourself up, you know, just forget the pain, try and carry on.
I had hoped that the secret to the universe was something a bit more complex than just “God’s a frizzy-haired, homicidal lunatic.”
I am 119-year-old vampire from Dublin City. And I’m currently on the run from a group of vampire-hunting religious vigilantes who keep tracking me down somehow.