You don't fully understand Eridan, all you know is that he is more dangerous than anyone else you have come across in your lifetime, which honestly, is way past its initial due date, but it won't go out naturally.
You happen to be a 308 year old vampire from London, England who moved to the United States about two centuries ago, around the time this town you live in was made. You left your hometown behind, everything you knew to live here. You needed a new start, you needed to forget about before the bite that poisoned and cursed you, and just pretend you've been like this your entire life.
Eridan Ampora is a vampire hunter who comes from a well-known family to vampires, one to be feared and when one of the members tries to hunt you, you should cower in fear and just beg, even though it wouldn't do much good. Most of the other vampires you know, one being a very loud Karkat Vantas, told you this. He's about fifty years older than you and has lived around here for a long time, longer than the Ampora vampire hunting family business started. The whole thing, you found out, started with Dualscar's father. Nobody in the vampire realm knows Dualscar's actual name, so that's what you all call him.
The boy who is seventeen years old, which is how old you were when you got bitten and changed into a vampire, was a strong believer in what his father did. He wouldn't even look at a vampire, even if they weren't bothering or harassing anyone, and shoot them and try to kill the vampire. Vampire hunters were actually only supposed to kill those who harmed the living since some went to blood banks and took out bags of blood to drink. Because of this, all vampires in the area of an Ampora that is hiding out always has to be on their toes and their senses top-notch or else they might get slaughtered for just accidently flashing fangs or something like that.
The problem? You happened to be crushing on him, hard. You really didn't want to, but you couldn't help it. He wasn't too hard on the eyes and you just wanted to tell him what you thought of him. You knew that even though rejection would suck, him finding out you're a vampire and killing you on the spot would be much worse. You didn't want either to happen, so you kept your brace-filled mouth shut as you watch him.
You're not really watching him though, the only thing you're doing is talking to him over the internet. This way he doesn't know you're a vampire and you can get to contact him and even talk to him without the worry of your fangs flashing. Good, just how you wanted it, even though you did want to hug him.
The two of you happened to have met on a gaming site and exchanged Skypes. You never told him where you live, only your name, Sollux. Not even a last name, even though you knew by his profile picture he was one of the infamous Amproas. You didn't have a picture of yourself on your profile picture, just a picture of a TARDIS since you happened to like Doctor Who and have been watching it since it started up a long time ago. He watched it too, and that was mostly what your conversations happened to be about, not much, but they were nice.
That's actually what you are doing right now, messaging Eridan about how your day was pretty damn boring and that you wished he wouldn't fall asleep on the laptop because he had messaged you just three seconds ago that he was very tired because of his job. Even though he never has told you his job, you know what it is, and you're not too keen on it. Actually, the exact opposite of liking it is what you truly feel about it.
You run a hand through your dark blond hair, fixing your glasses on your freckled nose as you typed out a response that you would be right back. You needed to feed, and tonight you would hunt. He said okay, and that he needed to sleep and he said good bye to you as you did to him, the two of you also sending each other good nights over Skype before he signed out, as well as you right after he happened to go offline.
Tying up your shoes, you made sure your glasses were clean before heading out the door, your ears and eyes wide open and alert to catch the sounds of prey.
As you strolled down the road, you saw a woman, maybe around age 34, walking down the sidewalk alone in the middle of the night. There were rumors around that there happened to be vampires, but she most not believe so, because really, why else would she take a chance of walking home alone while nobody was awake?
You didn't even dwell on that subject before you flash-stepped behind her, wrapping your arms around her oddly not curvy waist and laid your lips near her ear. Did she have sideburns? "Hey, you know you really shouldn't be out here, it'th dangerouth you know." You told her, and as your fangs scraped her neck and you were thinking about how odd it was that she wasn't screaming, you got your answer.
That answer happened to be a dagger to your side, and you hissed, retreating back and yanking the now bloodied dagger from your side to see it wasn't a woman, it was a wig on a guy. It wasn't just a guy, you wouldn't have cared then, but it was Eridan fucking Ampora. "W-what're you doin' out here, bloodsuckin' scum?" He scowled at you, and fuck you wished you hadn't attacked him in that costume, this was not good.
"Fucking hell, Eridan." You spat out, hissing as your body already started to heal itself from the dagger wound. "Can't you jutht leave me the fuck alone?" Even though you doubted that, you still can't help but try and edge him on a bit. It was then his eyes widened. Oh shit that's right you two have voice-chatted a few times before, so he definitely knows the sound of your voice, you really don't think many people know more than one or two people who lisp.
"S-Sollux?" You can see the fear on his face and the shocked look in his eyes. You two had grown rather close on the internet, and you only nodded, feeling the wound already stopping its bleeding and was already halfway healed. "Holy shit... you're a wampire? W-why the fuck didn't you tell me you little shit!" So he was pissed, you happened to be expecting that. He only sighed. "Listen, I'm patchin' you the hell up, but you hawe some explainin' to do, mister." Oh dear fuck he sounded like a mother, but he did help you heal, making sure your wound was completely gone before you two decided to talk about this whole entire thing, even if you didn't want to and just wanted to go run home and ignore this day forever.