A crash sounded from the other room. I looked up from my sewing, eyes narrowing. Gently, I set down my current project and stand, quietly making my way across the room. I hear another crash and my blood chills at a scream making its way to me. The smell of blood is pungent in the air and fear worms its way into my gut. I peer past the doorway, staring at my family. A man stands in front of four people, my mother and siblings. My mother is crying, tears streaming down her face as she begs.

"Stop" I say. The man turns towards me, a merciless grin on his face then turns back towards my mother who is silently begging me with her eyes to flee. I can't leave her! I don't see what happens next because it's a blur but my mom goes silent, blood trickling down the side of her face. My siblings are moving, fear making them tremble. Another blur and they are all motionless, still and pale. I stare at the surrounding blood, my stomach turning. Then, I fall to the ground, my legs simply giving out. The man stalks towards me and I do nothing but stare at him. I can see the blood on his mouth and coating his hands. This man killed my family. A slight rush of anger ripples through me but departs almost immediately, replaced by the assurance that I'm going to die. I take a shaky breath, staring my death in the face.

"Are you not going to beg?" He asks. I swallow but don't answer, instead glaring at him. He smirks, red eyes glinting dangerously. I feel a sting and look down to see red liquid flowing out of my arm and more red liquid coming from my leg. The room spins. When did that happen? Then, suddenly, also too fast for me to see, another man appears out of nowhere, launching himself at the demon. I hear the clash of battle, katanas a blur as a woman joins the man. The demon snarls before fleeing, running away from them.

"The others will get him" The woman says to the man who looks like he's going to go after the demon. They both turn to look at me.

"Help the others," The man says. The woman nods and leaves. The man crouches down to eye level with me. He studies my wounds, reaching out with slender, strong hands. I shy away from him, remembering all too rough hands and the burning pain of being hit. The man's eyes narrow. "I'm sorry, but I have to bind your wounds" He says then begins again. I can't stop the flinch that shudders through me and I know he saw it. As he works, I stare into his ocean blue eyes. He looks upset but when he sees me watching him, his tiny sliver of an expression disappears and he is expressionless once more. He doesn't say anything else but soon black dots start to appear in my vision. I try to blink them away but instead they get worse. Then, I faint, the darkness overwhelming me.