Romans & histoires Is Blood More Viscous Than Water

Her skin began to translucent, the veins in her neck standing out like cords of white fire. "Martha! Stop it!" Elodie reached out, but Victor held her back. "Stay back, Elodie! Look at the pressure!" Victor pointed to the glass tank. The blood inside was boiling. It wasn't just liquid anymore; it was turning into a thick, luminous mist that swirled with a violent energy.

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.

Kael had him out of burning wreck pulled. Silas still wore the remains of his clean white Consortium uniform, even though it was now saturated with soot and oil. Silas directed his glasses with an arrogant but slightly nervous finger point. ‘It is a fact, Betty. Your bridge of the water pump loses forty Percentage of kinetic energy by friction. If you are the hydrodynamic Flow valves in the Old World – which you have put together completely stumblingly here – would arrange logarithmically, we would have double water pressure.”

Now she must drink it like it is normal, but this is far from normal. Vastria took a deep breath in and out then reached for the glass. She brought it before her looking into the red color of the blood. It was thick and smooth. She could smell sweet metallic with something she could not figure out. She could not imagine that blood could smell this good. She closed her eyes taking in the scent of the blood bringing the glass to her lips. She drank it down like sweet wine. It tasted divine as Vastria licked her lips.

Doc The basin before me was a dark, pinkish hue, thick and viscous, like the last glow of sunset smeared across the water. I reached in, wringing a rag out with a slow, deliberate motion, feeling the resistance of the deep stain. It’s funny—this routine, mundane as it sounds, somehow felt like a ritual. A cleansing for what I’d just done, and a quiet acknowledgment of the darker things I’d tolerated in myself.

William looked at the blood sample extracted from Elisa White's body. The color of that vessel is the strongest of all vessels. Those colors are not stagnant, but constantly changing, as if they are hiding great vitality. All kinds of experience told him that things with too bright and changeable colors would not be good. Animals and plants are fair opportunities most of the time. Things that attract eyeballs generally have toxic and hallucinogenic effects. Things with ordinary colors will not be so aggressive.

I guess, it just happens as a reflex when the eyes detect distress on the horizon. Do you know what warm blood looks like in the freezing cold, when there's suddenly so much of it? Actually, you should, given your profession. It steams. A bit like manhole covers in winter, and if it’s pitch dark around you it looks like the vapor you would see in winter when you breathe. It rises up but never reaches the top, and gets stuck somewhere in between. Until it fades.

Addiction is a vise clutching one’s arteries, venules, and veins, all the blood vessels. Even if they are filled with sinful cells, composed of nutrition from humans. His blood was as red as a human’s because in appearance they didn’t look different. Only he knew how black it was in levels indiscernible to the sharpest eyes, of his own kind, of vampires.

Blood. To much blood.