Danielle Fenton was on her way to her boyfriend's house. It was an early summer day and she was driving with the windows down, the car too stuffy with them closed. Her dashboard was covered in stickers and the rest of the car was just as personalized. She'd rather fly than drive, but her family thought it'd be better for her to drive instead, especially when going far enough away from home. In order to "not seem suspicious."

So she might as well enjoy looking at the inside of her cramped, stuffy car.

She pulled up to her boyfriend's house, taking her purse with as she exited the car. Danielle walked up to the front door and knocked three times. Soon, she was met with the sounds of bustling and hustling and the door sprang open.

Standing there was Elliot, clad with a "kiss the chef" apron on. His white hair caught the morning sun perfectly and a smile crawled on his face.

"Hey babe." He said while pulling her into a hug.

"Hi." She replied back, smiling. She went up on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek before walking inside.

As soon as Danielle was inside and the door was closed, her nose was met with a delightful smell.

Pancakes and bacon.

She started to walk to the kitchen, when Elliot grabbed her hand and tugged her in a different direction.

"Nah, we're not eating in the kitchen today."

He pulled her into the dining room. And boy did it look magnificent.

The room was filled with flowers everywhere. They were along the walls, hanging from the chandelier, part of a gorgeous centerpiece on the table. There were also candles sprinkled around the room with sunlight seeping in through the windows.

There were daisies and tulips and roses.

Eyes wide, smile giant, Danielle turned to look at Elliot. He just smiled back and pulled out her chair for her.

She sat down, looking up at him.

"I'll be back in a moment, my fair lady. Our delicious breakfast awaits us."

A minute or two later, he came back with a tray decked with food. Bacon, pancakes, eggs, strawberries, syrup. It all looked so delectable.

They then dug into their food, talking about the upcoming school year and what not. Danielle finally got to her pancakes and began to pour some syrup on them from the unmarked glass bottle it was in.

The syrup poured out, thick and lucious, but when it caught the light just right she noticed that it had a slight red tint to it.

Must be some fancy people syrup, she thought.

She began eating the pancakes, and after a few minutes she began to feel ill. She figured it must be because she ate so much so early in the morning and she began to slow down, leaning away from her food for the time being.

"So, Danielle," Elliot started. "That syrup is a family recipe. My grandma first came up with it and my family cannot get enough of it."

Danielle smiled. "Yeah, it was pretty good. Tasted a little sweeter than most syrup I've had before."

"Yeah. That's because it's made out of flowers along with the tree sap."

Danielle felt a pang in her stomach. "Oh, really? I didn't know you could use flowers to cook like that. What flowers did she use?"

He stuck another bite of eggs into his mouth before answering.

"Blood blossoms."

Danielle froze, dropping her fork onto her plate before she could take another bite. A tsunami was rolling through her stomach as her skin turned white.

She could hear Elliot trying to talk to her, but she couldn't understand him as the blood rushing in her ears was too loud.

Suddenly, she bolted up and ran to the bathroom and threw up into the toilet.

It didn't help. She could still feel the pain expanding, leaching from her stomach into other parts of her body. She collapsed on the floor, clutching her abdomen. She registered that Elliot had followed her to the bathroom at some point and that he was trying to hold her in his arms, asking what was wrong.

The world began to go fuzzy, and she could feel Elliot begin to shake her. The world began to swim before her eyes and her head listed to the right. She managed to grab Elliot's hand with her own, before croaking at him in a whisper.

"Call my parents, Danny, Jazz. Or even Sam or Tucker."

Elliot looked at her, fear in his face. "Danielle, you need to go to the hospital!"

"No! You need to call my parents. The ghost experts." In his eyes, I saw my own flash a radioactive green.

His eyes widened as understanding flickered across his face. He rushed out of the room and came back with her phone. The first number he dialed answered. Soon he was shaking her again, asking her what was happening so he could tell them.

Sweat trickled down her face as she shook on the floor. She croaked out two words.

"Blood blossoms…"

Danielle's eyes fell shut, and her world turned black.