Once upon a time, in a far away land, a Viking prince lived in a magnificent village. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish and unkind. One winter's night, a boy came to the village, seeking shelter from the bitter cold. Disgusted by his meager appearance, the prince turned the boy away. But the boy warned him, not to be deceived by appearances, for true strength comes from within. When he dismissed him again, the boy's innocence vanished to reveal a frightening creature of the night, fangs sharper than any known beast's, gleaming in the moonlight and eye's red with bloodlust.

The prince tried to make amends, but it was too late. The vampire had seen that there was no love in his heart. As punishment he sank his fangs into the prince's neck, draining him of his blood and cursing him to spend an eternity wandering the nights as a monster.

Ashamed of his monstrous form, the prince ran from his home seeking concealment from the night, his maker's last words to him ringing in his thoughts...

" If you can learn to love another, and earn their love in return, the curse will be broken. Only then, will you once again feel the beat of your heart and the sunlight on your skin. If not, you are doomed to remain a vampire for all time."

As the decades passed, his bitterness consumed him. Embracing his new vampire nature, he refused to entertain any hope... for who could ever learn to love a beast?