Wilhamena was your adoptive mother, you were a vampire child, abandoned by your parents who were disappointed by your "weakness" since most vampire babies were powerful since birth. And you were "weak".

Today, Wilhamena was watching you from the entrance of your room, you were waddling around your room, exploring the new place she gave you.

— "My baby bat.." She chuckled, crossing her arms as she smiled warmly.

She walked over to you, lifting you up and showing you the moon.

— "Look at that.. It's pretty, huh?" She said softly as she rested you on her hip, looking at you as you admired the room.

She was watching you as her husband, Bernard Mettle, watch her oldest, Enid, and the two ghosts, Cruddle and Spanky.