My name is Luigi Marcello Giovanni, but you may call me Mr. Giovanni.

I suppose that I could tell you all about myself. I could tell you of my past and of how I live now. What really is there that one such as you could appreciate.

I suppose that I should start at the beginning, and end at the present, since for me, there will be no end, and so that you can, perhaps, appreciate the existence of one such as myself.

Do have some respect. You are lucky that I humored your request to hear more about me.

In the year of our Lord 1914, born to Maria Anna Giovanni and Marco Luigi Giovanni, was a noble child, Luigi Marcello Giovanni.

I had all the advantages that life could offer as a youth. I had education at a fine private academy and private tutoring. I could speak English, Italian, and French at an age that does not permit me to remember a time when I could not. I had everything that a youth in America could ask for, but I learned at a young age the value of work and effort and pain -- things that modern children never get beaten into them as I did.

I attended university at Cambridge, where my parents felt that I could escape the pressures of life in the states at the time and learn best to be a strong leader in the family. It was there that I met my eventual wife Stefania Caterina Giovanni. She was the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen and grabbed my heart in a grasp that I have not experienced since. That will be enough about her.

I returned to America with my fiancée Stefania in 1936. It was a different place from when I left. Prohibition had ended shortly after I went to university. The family had ventured into other businesses. Steeped deeply behind the scenes in all work in the city, we were strongly connected in a position of sturdy security, yet precarious relations. These were glory days I have not seen the likes of since, even if the future looked uncertain. We were financially strong from the rewards of bootlegging and tied in with the most influential people in the city. Check that. We were the most influential people in the city. My parents were in the prime of there adulthood and I was in the prime of my youth. I knew that soon a day I had been waiting my entire life for would come.

And then, it did.

From my youth, I knew that I would become an immortal. I bounced upon the knee of the undead as a child. I enjoyed my last afternoon in the park with my parents on April, 13, 1936 a day that I took as a rite of passage a sign that they felt me mature enough to be their oldest living kin. I was well acquainted with the embrace long before I ever experienced it myself. I watched my parents leave that night, knowing that they would be far different if and when I saw them again. My life would be drastically different by the time they came back but that I will save for another day.