the blood phobias

*The bloodphobes had gathered, attracted by the same trigger word: blood. They could sense it in the air, it triggered them, drove them into action. A few stood close to each other, growling and whispering, their skin crawling with the desire to attack. Others paced back and forth, restless with anticipation. They could wait no longer. Finally, one of them stepped forward, letting out a loud, terrifying roar. The others joined in, the entire group now unified in a frenzy as one single desire too