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Sometimes, no matter how much thick the blood was, if it came from the wrong people, it doesn't need to have a meaning. .....

On some occasions the rare ones where I wasn’t driving I scratched the itch hard enough to draw blood, but instead of the flies, maggots and eggs I expect to fly out I was just met with a dark red and the sweet metallic scent of blood , the wound wouldn’t even I just watch it flow and dry up, before it scabs and the wound heals all in a second. That’s new, I whispered under my breath. I had seen so much supernatural things online, I knew that they were real no matter how people would think they were fake, I just felt something in me say it was all real, so nothing shocked me. What took me by surprise was the possibility that I was one of the supernatural creatures talked about in blueit circ

Fiona spat, "You've lost, but you can't accept your defeat gracefully, can you?" Harper argued stubbornly, "You guys must have cheated! How could there be no blood?" Larissa spoke nonchalantly, "Blood would only flow out after three seconds following a vessel rupture in cold-blooded animals. As long as you take photos and suture it back within three seconds, there won't be any bleeding. Don't you know the content on page 87 of the anatomy textbook?"

Then, the realization of what had happened finally hit me: I was craving blood. But how? Lance said that in order to become a vampire, I had to drink the blood of a vampire and then die with it in my system. I hadn’t even had his blood in a few weeks now and it was surely out of my system. Then, my thoughts went to the weekend I spent with Lance in the castle. I had craved his blood then, too. Secretly, I wondered if sharing blood with a vampire created a connection between them. The saying “blood is thicker than water” suddenly had new meaning. I was too tired to think about it now, alone in the dark garage, so I got out of the car, shut the door, and just about jumped through my skin when

He screamed out as the blood soaked him up, entering his mouth and every part of his body it could find open. It was a festering mass of nastiness left in a week since it was a bucket of blood not out in the sun but unrefrigerated. Blood contained quite a bit of solid matter in addition to the liquid components (plasma & lipids - basically water and fat / oil). The solids are proteins, which means they're basically meat. So, most of the water (plasma) had evaporated reasonably quickly, leaving behind fat and meat. So we had have a rotting mass of maggot infested oily meat in the bucket.

Her concerned words pulled me back to my reality. "Will…" I swallowed, feeling a knot in my throat. "Will is trying something new… He took my blood-" "That's right! Why didn't you give the King your blood? It helped him… before…" She lowered her head as she realized that with my change into a vampire, my blood changed as well. "I think that the blood that currently runs in my veins is as nutritious as water… with a nice smell." A dry chuckle escaped my mouth. "Oh, I'm sure that it is more than that," Martha stated with a confident nod.

The water that stagnates turns into blood that adorns the ground and grass. Is this the end?

Diana commented, raising her hand which was covered in black liquid. "Black...? Vampire...?" she said as she saw this man's injured arm which continued to emit a jet black liquid. “I think it's blood, and I think it's the color of blood that vampires have. There's no mistaking this... This is Raltz's territory, a part of the vampire world. But—” Diana paused her thoughts for a moment. “—I just found out vampires have blood too. I don't think they have it," thought Diana as she tore off her coat to make it into a bandage.

“Your jugular would look good as a souvenir, don’t you think?” I didn’t flinch. Just turned around and met her eyes, those same green ones that lit up each time I scolded her for calling me Kelly. I grabbed her hand and pressed it further into my neck, then tilted my head and smirked. I still couldn’t believe it, but I said it anyway— “Blood is indeed thicker than water.”

Hearing that, the neighbors started cursing. "She already wired the funeral money and still won't admit it." "That really sounds like Lydia's voice. How cruel! Three people are dead because of her!" "The world has gone mad. She was speeding, and she's blaming the victims for the accident? I saw the video. She hit them before they even stepped on the crosswalk!" I turned to Maeve. "You told me the car was scraped and asked me to transfer ten thousand for repairs. How did it become funeral money? Besides, I've been sick the past few days—that voice is clearly edited!"