Two hundred years? That sounds right but you're not completely sure your birthday has become a fuzzy memory at this point though you suppose it doesn't matter it stopped mattering the moment your life really started.
The year is 1976 your name is Sollux Captor and you are a vampire and because of this fact you're currently at the beach in the middle of the night after a few hours of hunting for food. The night sky is full of stars, the mood is bright, the water is still, and there's a merman washed up on the shore.
Not exactly what you were expecting tonight or ever really considering you had no fucking idea that this type of creature existed. You decide to go near it just to examine the new specimen you've been presented with it has purple rough skin with a very long almost violet tail that seems to glimmer off the light of the moon.
It would almost be beautiful if it wasn't caked in wet sand and didn't reek of ocean water. you get on your knees and examine closer brushing the dark hair from the creatures face. It looks very human aside from the purple skin and what you assume are fins on its ears and neck. It also seems to be breathing.
"so its alive" you think to yourself almost excited at the idea of something new and fresh in your life.
So excited in fact that you pick the creature up and decide to carry it to your home. You have a bed there and it's not likeyour usingit for anything perhaps a pet could add some temporary joy to your dull, endless existence.
This is the story of how you met the love of your continuation.
(this is my first story here so im not sure if ill continue? i think i will so if your reading this maybe leave some constructive criticism so i can write a more cohesive story!)