Here's my take:
I stared at the flames that had just tried to swallow me whole. They’d leaped right out of the fire place and chased me around the room, slowly growing smaller until they were just little now—and they looked distinctly people-like.
They stared back at me, sparks dripping from their mouths and scalding the rugs.
“So…yeah. You should probably get back in the fireplace before you, like, extinguish or something.”
“We’ll die either way.”
“Then what’s with the chasing?” I asked.
They grinned, flames leaping from their heads. “We’re taking you with us.”