He Wants Blood

Ding-dong!~ Ding-dong!~ Ding-dong!~

The loud, insistent knocking was quickly followed by another sharp ring of the doorbell, its urgency grating against the quiet warmth that had settled moments before. Bella groaned, breaking the tense silence as she turned toward the door.

"Who the heck rings a doorbell like that?" She muttered, crossing her arms. "It's so annoying. Do they think we're deaf or something?"

She glanced back at her mother, expecting some agreement, but stopped short when she saw her face.

Camila stood still, her usual composed demeanour gone, replaced by something Bella rarely saw—unease. Her face was slightly pale, and her eyes held a ghastly, almost haunted look, like she had just seen something she couldn't quite believe.

Bella blinked, startled. "Mom?" She asked, her voice softer now, the earlier annoyance forgotten. "What's wrong? Do you...do you know who that is?"