Blood Blossoms

3

"So what were you locked up for?" Jareth asked as he sipped on his apple juice. The three sat in the breakfast nook of the kitchen, Sunday picking away at pancakes as Jareth sat with his knee touching hers way too close for comfort, and Emilio on the opposite side of her. The sun was rising, and she wondered if the cliché that vampires slept in coffins during the day occurred to the duo.

Are vampires even allowed to drink human beverages?' She asked herself.

"Yes, we are." He answered. "And no we don't sleep in coffins. Well father does, he takes old school traditions very seriously."

Sunday stopped chewing to stare up at him startled. "W-what?"

He leaned in close from his position next to her at the breakfast table, his eyes focused on hers, his face a mere centimeter near hers, his gaze falling to her parted lips. She almost had a panic attack, she could smell the faint scent of mint, Sunday wasn't comfortable with the proximity of him but it was as if he was controlling her to not move a muscle as he whispered; "I can read your mind."

Sunday's eyes widened. Her heart sped up in her chest, and she knew he could hear it when he looked down to her chest and smirked.

"Leave her be, Jarry. Let the girl eat her food." Emilio glared from the corner of his eye, as he chewed on a breakfast bar.

Jareth smiled brightly as he backed away from her completely and continued with his drink. Sunday was in a daze as she looked down and played with the pancakes Emilio generously prepared for her.

"She's going to have to get used to being close to us," Jareth said draping an arm on her chair. "I can tell she's delicious... and I'm not even talking about what's running through your veins." He teased. "You should eat up, we need you nice and strong for
our first encounter. I love my girls with a little meat on their bones." He said slapping her thigh playfully.

Sunday tensed visibly. She put her fork down and placed her hands in her lap, inching away from Jareth as far as she could in her chair.

Jareth smiled and removed his hand. "My apologies. I can be crass and insensitive. I still would like to know your name, unless you like Beautiful as an appellation."

"Sunday," She murmured.

"Sunday? How adorable! I absolutely love it!" He said joyful.

'Lies, men tell.' She scoffed to herself.

"I do think your name is charming. I can read your thoughts, my little ice cream sundae. You do need a bath and change of clothes, the stench of death is slightly masking your natural scent of bliss."

Sunday reprimanded herself mentally rolling her eyes.

"If you want him to stop reading your thoughts, you're going to have to move away from him, where he can't touch you," Emilio said still slowly chewing his granola bar.

Sunday glanced at Emilio from the corner of her eye as he sat on the opposite side of her. He was staring right at her.

Jareth's shoulders slumped. "Boo, you whore! Stop telling my secret!"

"Can all of you read minds?" She asked Emilio with her head down but her eyes fixated on his.

Emilio shook his head 'no'. "In our family Jarry can."

"Yep," Jareth said popping the 'p'. "Our little Lio here can heal humans with his blood. And possibly see the future."

"I can't see the future." Emilio deadpanned. His eyelids low with annoyance from Jareth as he sat his granola bar onto the table.