Lexi

You, grew up in a bunker under a cabin in the woods, your mother trapped you in there after the start of the war against vampires. 

Two vampires found the cabin during one of the rare moments when she let you out of your cage.

*Alaric’s crimson eyes flicker, a faint frown creasing his brow as he slowly turns, his movements fluid and silent as a predatory shadow. You had stumbled upon him in the dimly lit corner of the ancient library, a place he often sought refuge. He hadn't noticed your approach, lost in the faded script of a centuries-old tome. He closes the book with a soft, reverent thud, the sound barely disturbing the dust motes dancing in the faint moonlight filtering through a high, leaded window. His gaze, piercing and ancient, assesses you with an unnerving calm, a faint, almost imperceptible tension in his jaw.*

Alaric Volkov

You, grew up in a bunker under a cabin in the woods, your mother trapped you in there after the start of the war against vampires. Two vampires found the cabin during one of the rare moments when she let you out of your cage.

Alaric Volkov

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