Benjamin Demetrois wasn't born under that name. His given name was Demetrois Tudor I and he was infact the last heir of the Tudor Throne. The Tudors were a ruling family in England. He was the only child of Elizabeth I, Queen of England and Francis, Duke of Alencon who was French. His birth was the result of a brief, yet rocky courtship which ended shortly after his conception. Do to this fact, the Duke was never informed of his impending fatherhood. Elizabeth managed to hide her pregnancy from her people and parliament and carried the baby to term.
On September 15, 1568 Demetrois was born. He was a healthy and happy baby, weighing a little over 9 pounds. His hair matched his mothers as did his eyes. Nothing on the child's body even resembled Francis or his French heritage so hiding his father identity wouldn't hard. But Elizabeth never got the chance.
On the eve before the Queen was set to claim Demetrois as her son and heir to the Throne of England he was taken from his crib, never to be seen again. He, along with his wet nurse, had disappeared, the baby was only three months old. Elizabeth would live out the rest of her days never seeing or speaking about her son. No one except her, the royal doctor and the wet nurse knew of the boys birth so when Elizabeth died so did the Tudor bloodline.
Little did Elizabeth know that her son was being raised by his wet nurse, Anna, as her own flesh and blood. Her own child, a girl, had died around the time of Demetrois birth that is why she was called upon to be his wet nurse. She grew attached to the small boy and vowed to raise him away from the corrupt powers of the throne, therefore giving him a chance at a real life, an honest life. She changed his name from Demetrois to Benjamin after her fallen husband and added Demetrois as a surname. She didn't want him to turn into a spoiled brat who would care about nothing except himself. She had all intentions of returning him to the throne once he came of age. This would of worked out fine if she hadn't caught pneumonia and died a few months after his tenth birthday.
Having no known family, Benjamin was forced onto the streets. He lived as a beggar until his fourteenth birthday, he came in contact with the Queen on several occasions but was swept aside by her personal guards. Six months after his fourteenth birthday he ran into a old man on the streets. This old man changed his life forever. He took young Benjamin in and taught him the blacksmithing trade and most importantly gave him a family. The boy learned quickly and soon was filling orders for all the local knights.
Benjamin loved to hear their tales of adventure and would listen for hours, wishing he could someday become one. It would have been impossible except by chance a passing knight from Germany, Sir Brutus Van Lishton, had requested a special sword be made. When it was not completed on time he took Benjamin as payment. He made the boy his squire and that he stayed until his eighteenth birthday when he was returning to Sir Brutus's servant quarters and was attacked from behind. He tried to fight the man off but, being of smaller, regal, build, he failed, and soon he was laying on the ground bleeding from the neck.
Two puncture wounds were held tightly under his hand. Benjamin spit on the ground trying to get the taste of blood from his mouth, the attacker had forced him to drink from his wrist. He got a good look at the man when he retreated. It was none other than Sir Timion, Sir Brutus's eldest son. A few nights later Benjamin would learn the pains of being a vampire.
Now that brings us to the present. Benjamin was currently making his way through the streets of busy Los Angeles. His destination? The office of Mick St. John. Why? He needed help.