Alexis Getty has lived a complicated life. As a woman born in the first half of the 20th century, she was raised to believe that woman's place was in her husband's home raising their children and being compliant. She was raised by a good southern man and a woman from New York. They were the pinnacle of the modern American family. A classy business man and his perfect wife that made two perfect children
Alexis wasn't perfect. No matter what she tried she always seemed to make the wrong choice. When asked which boys were catching her eye at school she would always answer: "they're no good mama, every last one of them is rotted or running for the draft lines."
And so her parents let it rest. For a long time the allowed her to work in the shop her uncle ran as a counter girl. A small allowance for her to spend with her friends on the weekends. Her father was not fond of her lifestyle, often yelling at her that she needs to start thinking of what to do with her life. That if she didn't she'd end up like her cousins, without home, without family, and without dignity. A fate worse than death in his eyes
But what none of her family knew; barring her dear younger brother, was that she already knew what she wanted from life
Who she really wanted to be with her in life. Her darling Wendy. The girl that befriended her all the way back in grade school. The only one that didn't shy away from a young Alexis playing in the sand box and throwing sand at the boys that annoyed her
Wendy, a girl so happy to be alive and experiencing the things life had to offer, despite the pain and torment of the world around them. Alexis held so much envy for that girl. So much love for her
The two of them were nearly impossible to separate. Wendy would even go as far as visiting the shop Alexis worked at while she was on shift. It was always the same song and dance about wanting a pop and lingering for a conversation
They would spend late nights at the lake, far enough away from society that only the other rule breakers and status quo shakers would find them
Alexis would smoke and Wendy would tease her about it being such a nasty habit just to snatch the cigarette from her lips and put it between her own. Every time it happened Alexis' breath would catch just a little bit, her gaze lingering on Wendys bright cherry lips. The unspoken implications of sharing a cigarette almost too much for her to bear in those quiet moments they spent together
One night the two of them went to their usual spot, a little ways away from the bonfire a group of rowdy university dropouts had gathered around. They were sitting on the hood of Alexis' car, shoulders brushing as they dreamt allowed all the things they'd do if they lived in another time, another place. Far away from where they were in that moment
So wrapped up in their own little moment that they failed to hear the predator approaching them
They were too preoccupied gazing into each other's eyes and leaning in far closer than two women should've at that time. Their eyes half closed as they talked about the beautiful penthouse they'd have one day, high above the bustle of city life. A place where they could have all the plants and cats they would ever want
The silence between sentences seeming to drag on for hours, while they both lean in close enough to breathe each other's air. Alexis was close enough to count the flecks of green and gold scattered throughout Wendys eyes
And for a brief moment, there together, they shared a kiss so tender it would make a grown woman weep. Their lips barely touching, the tension fading away into something warmer. Something purely theirs in that moment. A thing no one would ever be able to take away
The relief felt when they parted cut painfully short by an intruder
A monster sent to punish them for hoping they could have a better life
And Alexis had to watch her life slip away. Hands clinging to Wendy and lips begging her to stay alive. Wailing into the night long past her own strength failing. Even longer still when she realized that the body of the only woman she ever loved had stopped drawing breath
A gruesome scene no mortal should ever have to face. Let alone in such a violent disruptive manner. On a night that had been full of such peace and wonder
And that's where William found Alexis. Draped over Wendys body, begging her to wake up. To say something; anything to give her a sign it would be alright the next morning. That it was all just a nightmare she wasn't able to wake up from yet
Her own body weakened to the point of exhaustion and pain being the only things she felt
William didn't have time to ask. He saw the agony the young woman in front of him was experiencing and knew no amount of healing magic he could perform would fix it
So he sat with her. Let her scream and cry until she exhausted herself beyond being able to stay awake. And in that moment, silence filled the air, leading William to make a decision he never thought he would. Especially not under these circumstances. He just couldn't stand to see another young life cut short
So, he bit into the side of her neck and his own wrist, allowing his nature to take root in her core and flourish. The process taking twice as long as it should have given how weak she already was from fighting for so long. She was left sleeping for weeks as her body and mind tried to recover from the trauma she experienced
The moments that would shape her into something completely different than who she was before
Not just a vampire now, but someone who would never let another person she cared for die. Not if she could have a say in preventing it
And that is why to this day she will not apologize for what she did to Samuel Collins
