Amanda didn't drive home at first, she stopped at Bill Compton's and parked, sighing, she hoped to herself that she was making the right decision. Amanda got out of the car and walked to the house; she went to knock when she whimpered and turned around and then made a soft sigh. She turned back and knocked lightly, Amanda waited and then the door opened. Amanda smiled when she saw Bill; he was unsmiling and looked defensive.

"May I help you?" asked Bill.

Amanda took another small sigh, "I need to talk to you. My name is Amanda…Amanda Compton. I'm your daughter."

Bill's face looked as if it had gotten paler and he didn't say anything. Amanda waved a hand in front of his face.

"I know this is a shock and I'll explain everything," said Amanda.

Bill's teeth clenched, "Then explain."

Amanda jumped a little bit from the raise of his voice, "W-well what happened was during the war Mamma was pregnant with me but you never came back. She found out while you were gone."

"But you are vampire," said Bill.

Amanda nodded, "I fell in love, he waited till I turned 18. I always wanted to know about my real father and have been searching for you. I guess now I can saw finally."

Bill still seemed suspicious, "It's very sudden."
"I am sorry," said Amanda.

Bill stepped out of the way, "Please come in so we may talk more."

Amanda walked inside, she hugged her arms a little scared, she looked at Bill who walked beside her and held out his arm to the living room. Amanda walked inside; she sat down and crossed her leg. Bill sat down across from her; he sat straight up and didn't look happy. Amanda looked at the fireplace and smiled.

"Oh you still have a bread maker," said Amanda, she looked at Bill, "I remember when Mamma bought ours. I still remember when it was new."

Bill didn't say anything, "How do I know you're not telling a lie?"
Amanda nodded, "That is right. I could be just a random vampire who wants to attack you or get close."

Amanda took out a paper, it was old and ripped on the edges, she handed it to Bill who took it. It was an old birth certificate; it had Amanda Annabelle Compton, April 20th, 1868. Her parents were listed as William Compton and Shannon Compton. Bill looked at Amanda and gave it back.

"I was thinking maybe we could have visitations, whenever you're not busy," said Amanda, "Unless you don't trust me."

Bill stood up, "Well I will have to think about it."

Amanda stood up, "Of course. I'll come over in a few days."

Amanda left; she got in her car and drove off.