My Lonely Immortal

I'm John Mitchell. I'm 116 years old. I'm a vampire.
Or rather, was. But now, I'm just plain dead. I was killed. Staked. By George. My best friend. A werewolf. On my request. I didn't want to kill, but knew if i continued to live I would. And that would hurt Annie.
Annie. God, I miss her. I loved her so much. She was a ghost.
Her boyfriend, Owen, killed her. He pushed her down the stairs.
She met George and I when we rented the flat from Owen. I fell in love with her instantaneously. She finally got over Owen and we became an item for a time, but she just didn't think it would work.
I went into purgatory after her. When she was unwillingly exorcised. I brought her back. George had Nina, his girlfriend who is also a werewolf, and I had Annie.
But that's gone. Now I'm trying to get back to her. That's all I want.
And I get what I want.