The blood on her face seemed to be nothing more serious than a cut lip.

Her blood seemed to turn to instant ice as she saw what was different tonight.

The blood always seemed to do that, fill them back up with themselves.

Still, enough new blood seems to join in to keep the scene going.

I only saw him for a moment, but my blood seemed to freeze.

Just a little blood seemed to be enough for those dead under six months.

The blood in his body seemed to have turned cold.

The blood didn't seem to be flowing to his brain as he looked her up and down.

Yet, with every step he took, the blood seemed to pound faster in his head.

Somewhere deep within him his blood seemed to be singing.