Truthfully, Alexia Branson thought of Damon Salvatore very little after meeting him. Mostly because she saw him only briefly. And, while he seemed sweet enough—and most assuredly more in control than Stefan—there was something deeply wrong about him. She could sense that he was in a lot of pain, but that even he wasn't yet aware of it.

It was years later—after she helped Stefan, after she left—that she understood. And when she walked in on an argument between them and Damon walked out (or rather ran out at vampire speed) she was tempted to follow. It was only Stefan's resigned, "It won't do any good," that stopped her without knowing why.

Eventually, Stefan explained the fight. "He hates me. He hates me, he hates what he is, and he blames me for it."

"It is not your fault Katherine's a bitch," Alexia said.

Little did she know.

She didn't see him again for many years, but then she went to visit Stefan for his birthday, and there he was.

"What are you doing here?" Stefan asked his brother.

He makes himself comfortable, takes out a flask, and doesn't say anything for a few minuets. Then, when he finally seems to realize that they're both staring at him, he speaks. "Do the words 'eternal misery' ring a bell, brother?"

Lexi looked to Stefan and saw the pain radiate off his face. "It doesn't have to be this way, Damon," Stefan said.

Damon didn't even bother to listen.

Stefan explains after Damon left the spoiled birthday, and Lexi learned the story of Katherine. It doesn't make her like Damon any, but she certainly understood his motive, even if she couldn't tell Stefan that. So, she tracked Damon down on her way out of town.

"Katherine is gone, Damon," she told him. "You need to move on."

He glanced over at her, glass of whiskey in hand. "And what, do you want me to move on with you? You're a lot of things, Alexia Branson, but you are no Katherine."

"If you continue down this road, you'll regret it someday," she said as she left.

Many years later, she died at his hands, but she was certain of the regret in his eyes as he twisted the stake.