The love of my life was human. He went through what I imagine you're going through: denial, anger, et cetera. But at the end of the day, love really did conquer all.
Alexia Branson was born to a modest life in the 1600′s. Never taking a husband she focused her attentions on her younger brother, caring for him as if he was her own son after the plague killed both of their parents. It was a tough life, and the hardships had begun to take their toll. At age only 21 she knew she was dying, the fever and pains in her body causing agony as she attempted to push through it to care for her brother.
It was a dark night when a stranger came to their door, promising the woman the chance of immortality, a gift to continue caring for her brother. In her fever induced state she agreed, blood and fangs making her feel as though it was a dream.
It was only when she realized she could no longer leave the house when the sun came up and the craving for blood became clear that she realized what this gift truly was. She was bound to the night, for the entirety of her life. But it didn’t matter to her, as long as she had her brother. He was but a child, only 5, and he needed her. Isolated in their home she was happy to raise her brother, to teach him to become a man.
But as the years passed the village became suspicious of Alexia, the woman who would only appear at night, and had seemingly not aged in over ten years. They accused her of witchcraft, and in the middle of the night set the Branson’s home ablaze, with the two inside.
Alexia managed to escape, but her brother was not so lucky, perishing inside their home. The death of her brother was too much for the vampire, and in her grief she turned on the village. The next night fall the young vampire killed each and every single member of the town, leaving no survivors.
At least, that’s what she thought. But as she looked upon the few babies that were still in their cribs, innocent, crying and hungry she could not bring herself to harm the children. The three babies were a challenge, but the guilt that gnawed inside her from the murder of their parents left her feeling a duty to protect these three babies.
Percy, Buxton and Hugo were a handful, but they started a new life in a new village, far away from the one they’d all been born in. Alexia was a patient mother, teaching them of her true nature but swearing them to secrecy. The four eventually began to run a butchers in the town, giving Alexia the chance to feed off of the animal blood to avoid suspicion.
When the three children came of an acceptable age Alexia offered them the same thing that she’d been promised, immortality. All three of them were turned that night, and with a kiss to each of them they parted ways, all ready to try and make their way on their own.
Throughout the years Lexi found herself attaching to lone vampires, ones that seemed as lost as her. This has left her with hundreds of vampires and witches alike as her friends, and her carefree spirit makes her an easy companion to have.
Now in Mystic Falls to catch up with her dear friend Stefan, she’s curious about the town she’d visited a hundred years ago, and to how it’s changed.
