“Damn it! Why is it so cold!” Jeremy shuddered as he rushed to make his way back home through the frosty streets. As he reached home Jeremy dropped his keys, barely able to hold them long enough to unlock his door. Shutting it behind him Jeremy scrambled to light his fireplace. Going though an entire box of matches they all were instantly snuffed out.

“...One? Only one left?! Damn it!” almost crying Jeremy tried the last match and it was snuffed like all the rest. Shivering he could only stare at the empty box as if it will some how have more matches in it. As he shivered he slowly started feeling warm and felt a pair of think arms around him, firmly holding him as he warmed up. 

Soon he was comfortable and falling into a daze, until the temperature slowly continued to climb. Trying to struggle out of the arms, they only gripped tighter. Turning in their grip Jeremy saw pure blue, luminous, eyes staring back. Hearing [color=f7941d]“Be... Warm...”[/color] in an odd voice, as if it was testing the words, Jeremy opened his mouth to ask a question before he thought his mouth smothered 

In the next instant a blistering heat was shot down his throat and Jeremy tried to scream and he felt himself cook from the inside out, the smell of his own flesh cooking making him gag into the other thing’s mouth. The next thing he knew he felt nothing and his consciousness faded away forever... this took only three seconds and a minute later a fiery streak was seen shooting eastward into the night and Jeremy's fireplace lit.