[ 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 '' .

`` Oh, do n't be silly!'' I admonish her, closing my palm tightly to hide it from her prying, horrified eyes. `` If it was fire, would I be able to close my hands like this?'' 
 
 And it's true, it does n't hurt - but when I hold up my fist to let her see, an unmistakable glow - like when a stove is on - peeks through the cracks of my fingers. 
 
 `` Mom!'' She cries, getting ready to run. 
 
 Thinking quickly, I grab her arm rather harshly with my good hand and hiss, `` You say a word to anyone and I'll put a curse on you!'' 
 
 Her eyes get so wide that I'm almost afraid her eyebrows will touch her hairline. But she puckers her lips shut and nods, a trail of dried tears on her cheeks. 
 
 `` I-I wo n't tell,'' she stammers. 

