[ WP ] You stare in dismay at the gash on your palm , watching the dark red blood ooze out and burst into flames . Your best friend whispers in horror `` Only demons have fire for blood '' .

A beam of dusty light, and the glowing drops of soft crimson that snaked down my arm and onto the floor were the only things illuminating the dark space I had fallen into. My head, still fuzzy from the fall was racing, was trying to make sense of the situation. I had been visiting my late grandfathers estate which had been handed down to me. The mansion was in complete disrepair, condemned by the city and unsuitable for habitation. It would cost more to restore than to demolish and build anew. It's no wonder I was met with stares of pity at the repartition of his estate. 
 
 I was supposed to be his most beloved granddaughter. More important than to him than my own mother who had turned her back on me and neglected me from a young age, letting my father do as he wished with me. The beatings came daily. For no rhyme or reason. It was n't until I was 13 that I decided to run away and seek sanctuary with my grandfather. A man I barley knew and to whos home I had only been a few times with my mother. Those visits always ended with grandpa pleading that she leave me with him. That meant that that man must care for me I told myself. At least more than my own parents. 
 
 Having many fond memories of the place from my younger years I had decided to come visit the old home one last time. I had brought a 360 degree camera to fully document the house before it fell deeper into disrepair. Hardly a conservation effort but the best I could do. After taking my time documenting the upper floors I had made my way down into the great ground level study hidden behind the grand staircase. The thirty by thirty meter space was lined on all walls by heavy bookshelves filled with archaic looking books with a single desk towards the far end. Needing something to prop the camera on while it captured the space I had pushed the old desk towards the middle of the room. 
 
 It was right after I sat the camera down and hit the red start button that the ancient floorboards betrayed my trust and gave out from under my feet. I thrust myself at the edge of the expanding hole to no avail, only barely grabbing onto the splintered end of a board with my right hand before it too gave way. 
 
 And now here I was staring at my bleeding arm with what seemed like ever brighter blood pouring from a large three inch gash in my palm, nearly severing my index and ring finger. I'd be in a lot of pain too if were n't for the adrenaline and shock of seeing the blood falling from my hand begin to sear the wooden debris around me. None the less I tore a swath of cloth from my fall skirt and tried to stop the bleeding only for the material to combust when it came into contact with my now raging crimson blood. 
 
 `` Only demons bleed fire.'' 
 
 The soft voice startled me. Clutching my right hand tight at the wrist I pivoted around my heels, staring uselessly at the dark space behind me. The raging glow from my own blood denying my retinas the chance to adjust. 
 
 `` Whos there!?'' The words came out shaky and cracked. Barley audible to even myself. 
 
 `` I should be the one asking.'' the voice retorted, louder now. Though I still could n't make out it's gender. 
 
 `` You're trespassing demon, do you even know whos domain you've violated?'' 
 
 The voice was definitely coming from the darkness in front of me. 
 
 In my life I had never felt such confusion and dissonance with reality. My blood was no longer just glowing, it now fell from my hand like lit lighter fluid, setting the wooden rubble around me ablaze and choking out all of my senses. I could faintly feel the fire licking away at my skin and clothing. Falling to my knees in an agony of coughs and full on panic. I felt all strength leave me as I fell sideways onto the stone floor. 
 
 The sudden impact to my head forced my eyes open for only a moment. The fire I had started now illuminated a slender figure, a young woman about my age dressed it what looked like a maids outfit. Her scowling eyes were hidden behind a pair of thin framed glasses. She began stepping towards me as I blacked out. This was it, I was going do either die or wake up from this strange dream. 
 

