"Well, it's not a very interesting story. I was twenty six years old, when I was turned by a beautiful woman named Katherine, she and I were dating. It wasn't working out so well, we were more..friends, brother and sister even. We worked together well, just not as a couple. I was human, and a painter, poor, and somehow, we clicked. We stopped dating, became good friends. And well, I cut myself on a hole paint jar, and the cut became infected, and I was dying, the infection was in my blood. Katherine made me drink her blood, that didn't fix it. My blood was too tainted by the infection. Katherine drained me, and well..killed me. And over 200 years later, here I am," he told her, running his finger over the end of the spoon.