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"I let you down
You had no complaints
Watched as the world went spinnin'
Around without you
You waited for me

You wanted diamonds
I came up with rollerblades
Shot down again but you smiled
Shook your head
And knew that I changed"

~ "All Figured Out" by Bowling for Soup

BPOV

Uncle Stefan and I were walking back from my motel room after picking up my stuff when we passed a liquor store. I stopped in front of it with an inquisitive look on my face.

"Bella?" Uncle Stefan asked.

"What kind of alcohol is Father's favorite?"

"Bourbon why?"

"Father was drinking early this morning so I assume he likes his alcoholic beverages," I explain before walking into the store. "I hope Father would enjoy it."

Uncle Stefan gave me a small smile and said, "I'm sure he would."

-BOS-

DPOV

A daughter. I have a daughter. Not only does Katherine fake being in a tomb, but she also failed to mention she has a child. I chug the remaining Bourbon from the bottle. My child. It sounds so bizarre, even in my own head.

My child. From the moment I first saw her, I knew. Her eyes, my eyes, stared down at me and I knew that she was my child. But it couldn't be. I was a vampire, we don't have kids. I figured she was a lunatic that just so happened to look like me. After telling her I was infertile, she apologized and told me she was looking for Damon Salvatore of MysticFalls who was shot by his father. I knew then that she wasn't just a crazy person, but my daughter.

My beautiful daughter. I could kill Katherine for taking her from me. For never telling me about her. For lying to her. For hurting her. She fucked with me and now she's messing with my daughter. I growl in anger as I think of Katherine hurting my daughter. I feel my vampire face come out and nearly snap the table as my hand clenches the edge. All I want to do is hunt down the bitch. I smile grimly at the thought of ripping her throat out then promptly shoving a stake in her heart. Bella's mother or not, Katherine is dead.

Damn it! I missed so many things in her life! All the important events I missed! Her childhood I have completely missed. I could never see how she looked when she was a child. If she looked anything like me, she would have been adorable. She still is. My Bella was a strange mixture of wisdom and innocence, something rarely found among humans, let alone vampires. I can imagine all the boys fighting to date her... boys like me... I wasn't able to protect her from boys! That Edwin kid will have Hell to pay if he comes with in 100 miles of my daughter! Why hadn't she told me sooner?!

My daughter is Katherine's daughter as well. What if my dear, sweet Bella was just as vindictive and manipulative as her mother? What if that innocence that I see is just a fake façade? What would her motive be? She's Katherine's daughter!

There suddenly was a soft, hesitant knock on the door. I slammed down the empty bottle causing it to shatter on to the floor.

"What?" I demanded as I flung open the door.

There stood small, innocent Bella holding a bottle of Bourbon out to me. "I figured you could use this," she said simply. She regards me carefully before asking, "Are you okay?"

"What's it to you?" I narrow my eyes at her.

She tenses but doesn't run. "I just figured... you know... you looked upset earlier and I wanted to make sure you were okay," she said, stuttering a few times and fiddling with the strings of her backpack.

"Well, I'm okay!" I quickly snatch the Bourbon from her and place it on a nearby table before asking, "And what the hell is with that back pack?"

She looks at the backpack and then back at me before carefully saying, "Uncle Stefan invited me to stay for a while so we can get to know each other."

"Oh Saint Stefan has? Well get to know this," I say angrily before slamming the door in her face. Stupid people.

Frustrated, I run a hand down my face, knowing I would regret my actions. Grabbing my jacket, I rush out of the house in search of some tasty sorority girls.

-BOS-

I don't know what time I returned to the house from my escapades with the sorority girls, but I was extremely disappointed at my lack of enthusiasm. Usually just the prospect of a houseful of sorority girls would cheer me up, but not this time. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get rid of the image of Bella's face as I shut the door in her face.

It almost made me think I felt guilty. I scoff at the thought; I don't feel guilt. But whatever it was made my chest tight.

I froze when I saw the light to the library on. Katherine. I quickly entered the room and froze at the sight. There Bella was curled up on the couch, staring blankly ahead. I quietly sat on the arm of the couch and looked at her.

"What are you doing curled up on the couch Bella?" I ask staring ahead.

"I couldn't sleep," she says simply.

I turn and look her in the eyes. Her eyes were blood shot and there were bags under her eyes. "Well then you should head to bed and try to sleep."

Bella stood up and nodded. "Yes, Father."

I began to walk toward the door, but as I approached it I paused. Part of me wanted to apologize – no give a reason for earlier, but the other part of me held me back, saying that it would show weakness. After some internal struggle, I finally said something.

"Bella," I said, turning around toward her. She paused and looked up at me. "The couch is not a bed, so try not to lay on it."

There. I said something.

Bella smiled and shook her head. "Yes Father," she said, smile still in place.

I quickly turned and left the library for my room.

"Goodnight Father," she said, knowing I would hear her.

"Goodnight Bella," I said, unable to fight the small smile that came onto my face.

Until next time!