Alex Wilson
Sex Goddes & Vampire Slayer
"Into every generation there is a Chosen One, she alone will stand against the vampires, the demons, and the forces of darkness...She is, The Slayer."
History Can Repeat Itself.
At first glance people most likely assume that I'm just your average, run of the mill hottie. Don't get me wrong, hot is definitely me, but it's of the non-normal variety. I started life out as one of those girls that all of the guys want, and all of the girls want to be. Fuck, even some of the girls wanted me. I got everything I wanted and more. So was I a spoiled little rich bitch? Definetely.. I was like that throughout middle school and into my junior year of high school. But I'll get to that later. I was born on October 16th, 1987 to Daniel and Christine Wilson. I came from a large family, with an older brother, and two younger sisters, not to mentiona shitload of cousins. My great-great-grandfather, William Wilson (you've probably heard of him in school) started the famous Wilson & Wilson Law Firm with his brother. The law firm became almost instantly popular and my family has been insanely rich for generations. We have enough money to go on for at least ten more generations, even with my shopping habit.
I attended Hemery High, in Los Angeles. Hemery isn't really known for it's scholastic merits or its football team. No, it's known for it's cheerleading. I tried out freshman year for the varsity cheerleading team and made it. I was co-captain my sophomore year and captain for my junior and senior year. Gave me instant popularity. I was Queen Bee, Head Bitch, whatever you wanna call it. I had my very own team of minions too. Neato, huh? Now I'm sure you're wondering When did you find out you were a slayer?' I was only fifteen, which is a pretty big burden when your main thought is if your nail polish matches your outfit.My watcher, Ivan, had found me when I was coming home from school. He explained my destiny and needless to say, I freaked. But I eventually came around to it.
I met the person who would ultimately become one of my best friends when I was five, Devon. Rich parents always flock together, like ours did. He ended up dating my cousin, Kayla. I had a massive crush on him and even tried to steal him from her. That didn't really work out. But I did fall in love my junior year. His name was James Siler, and he was off the social ladder. Not on the football team, not in any club, just a freak It all started when he found me laying on the ground after getting my ass kicked by a vampire. He asked what was wrong, I told him. James helped me up and walked away.
Two weeks later, I pulled him into an empty classroom and asked him if he told anyone about what happened. That's what he realized that it was was true.Slowly, we became closer and closer friends. Until one day we were making out in his basement. We thought it was nothing, chalked it up to hormones until it happened again and again and again. Then we became a couple. I didn't give a fuck about what my friends thought. I was happy. James was happy. We were happy together. I gave up my social status for him, which was probably one of the biggest things I could ever do for anyone.
Senior year came and went with dramatic effects. I had caught James cheating on me with his freak best friend and got a pole ramed through my stomach. My parents died. Fianlly I finished high school and I was free for the summer. I had gotten accepted to several colleges, including Yale, NYU, UCLA and Harvard but I didn't go. I had trouble keeping up with my grades in high school, how the hell would I do it in college? So I bought an apartment in Los Angeles and lived with my sister Kacey. That's when Devon and I became closer than ever.
We were there for each other through the death of our close friend, Doyle and through the drama our many one nights stands caused. Then he and I ended up in bed. Multiple times.(Of course this was you think after not knowing who I lost my virginity to would keep from from drinking and then having sex but nope.) We had fallen in love. The kind of love little girls dream about at night. One night, I went out to a party with my girlfriends. It was a normal night, us getting tipsy and checking out guys. I had actually played nice, and I hadn't flirted with any guy. I planned of going back to Devon later that night and telling him that I loved him. When I walked into his apartment, I saw him, fucking my worst enemy from high school. I walked out of the apartment and I haven't seen him since.
A few months later, I began dating Luke. God, Luke was amazing. He was so sweet and caring and loving - the perfect boyfriend, really. We fell in love and we basically moved in together after our second month of dating. Somewhere in the middle of our relationship; one of the most dramatic things ever happened. It turns out Kacey was the key, a mystic force that seals up a portal that would inevitably open and destroy the world. I wouldn't let Kacey jump, I had lost too many people I loved.
So I dove into the portal, only to wind up in a coma for two months. I awoke after that, just a little bit fucked up. I walked out of the hospital moments after I woke up and went straight back home. Luke found me and comforted me. I moved in with him. He and I tried to make things work but the spark was gone. So I ended things. I needed to be single to heal myself. When you're in a coma, things change. Something just happens in your head, it's hard to explain but it makes sense to me. I went back to check on Kacey after patrol, when something hit me. That I needed to live. I was bulimic at the time, not to mentioned depressed. I needed to get out of my little funk and go back to saving the world.
I met Cole then. He -ahem-helped me with my coming-back-to-life issues. Cole was amazing to me. He might have been a jackass at times, but with me he was a sweatheart. I ended up going to New York City to shop and to get Kacey a spot at a prestigous school. I ended up meeting Kathryn there. We started off hating each other - but turned into much more. We talked, we screwed, we shopped, we partied. Kathryn had such a major part in helping me. She's one of the few people that I've truly opened up to. The benefits out of friendship ran out but we're still close. She's into...something involving the Mafia now. God knows why, I try to talk her out of it. So now, I'm living by myself (except for my two dogs: Coco and Lily. I party. I fuck. I wind up on the cover of tabloids. I run a law firm.
Anywho, you're probably wondering why I don't quit the slayer gig. I could, there's enough slayers around. But I can't. I can't go on living with what I've seen, knowing that there's pure evil out there and not being able to fight it. I'm not quite sure what's gonna happen next in my life, but that's the fun. You just gotta live your life to the fullest, because tommorrow, you might be dead.
