[ He tilts his head back, even as he opens the door down to his gaping basement, a chasm under the building. There's a door with a strange keypad beside it, which leads to where he sleeps, but mostly the room is just empty space, but for a few chains and a scratched, stained workbench.

When they're alone he closes the door again. ]

As far as I'm aware, I'm the second oldest vampire on the island, the oldest being my maker. Including my human years, I am one thousand, one hundred and twelve, and power and authority come with both.

That is 'why me'.

Don't get me wrong, I have never wanted power, or else I could simply have taken it. Authority comes with too much-- [ He waved his hand idly. ] --Baggage. Complications. Politics.