About 1210 in mine. I was turned by a lord who still held with some of the Viking ways, even though by then Sweden was fully Christian. Some of the blood letting rituals died hard. They were meant to emasculate me and let me die, but the lord found me pretty, so he turned me.
In my dreams, I have to feed weekly or I start to age very quickly and go feral. And I kill my victims so they do not turn. My fangs are poison, it seems, almost like a snake.