She watched him, smiling a little to herself. She liked him already, if only because he seemed a little like her: unwilling to beat around the bush, and stubborn.
"In my dreams, I am a little boy named Elias, living near what would become Stockholm around the turn of the thirteenth century. I was given to a lord in exchange for coin as I was the youngest and sickliest of my family. Said lord emasculated me, dressed me as a girl, and turned me into a vampire. I escaped him when there was a seige upon the castle, and then I slept for many years. I dream of the passing of time and eventually about falling in love with a teenage boy named Oskar in the early ninteen-eighties."