Most Precious Blood

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawlers are monitoring emergency lines, internal hospital communications, and online webforums worldwide for keywords related to SCP-XXXX events.

Surviving SCP-XXXX-1 instances are to be transferred to Site-34 under the pretense of indefinite psychiatric detention.

Description: SCP-XXXX is an anomalous phenomena in which random individuals will develop the desire to drink their own blood. SCP-XXXX-1 instances are not under the effect of any sort of compulsion, but have instead had their Gustatory cortex altered to find the taste of their own blood extremely pleasurable1, and appear to become immediately aware of this fact. Attempts to change their beliefs have failed, and the effect appears to be permanent

Due to this mechanism, SCP-XXXX-1 instances vary widely in behavior. While many do immediately drink to the point of exsanguination, other observed instances have been shown to "save" their blood for meals, special events, social gatherings, etc. Others have developed a dependency reminiscent of alcholism. SCP-XXXX-1 behavior is currently believed to be on the subject's lifestyle before conversion, although this theory has not been definitely proven.

It is of note that absolutely no changes have been found to occur in either the makeup of the blood, or the digestive system of subjects to accommodate this craving. Thus, subjects will typically end up overdosing on iron if proper measures are not taken.

Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-1-23 (Rachel Saliba)

Interviewer: Dr Hartle

Foreword: SCP-XXXX-1-23 had been reported to authorities in the city of Jerusalem by her family, after she was witnessed drinking her own blood.

<Begin Log>

Hartle: Good evening, Priestess. I hope I'm not interrupting your dinner?

Saliba: No, of course not, can I offer you a glass?

Saliba gestures to the pitcher of her blood.

Hartle: Er, no, I'm good. I did want to talk to you about that, though, if you have a minute.

Saliba: As long as you're not trying to convince me I'm a monster, go ahead

Hartle: Thank you. I just wanted to ask you about how, uh, your blood tastes. What about it appeals to you?

Saliba: The same reason I like honey or pizza or hot chocolate. Because it tastes delicious. It has a bit of sourness, true, but there's an underlying sweetness to it that really makes it worthwhile.

Hartle: You say it like it tastes like wine.

Saliba: Laughs Life experience, perhaps. Growing up in an Asherah2 household, I've been drinking it since I was thirteen. Do you drink?

Hartle: Greco-Roman. Attended a few gatherings for Dionsysus during my college years, so I can tell you I'm quite accustomed. I think I had a permanent hangover for all four years, really.

Saliba: So did I. I attended a Bacchantes ritual once. Wine flowed like rivers, the cymbals, the music… it felt like-

Hartle: As fascinating as I find Modern Theology, I'm going to have to cut you off there. We're veering off track here.

Saliba: I had a point to make, don't worry. It tasted like ecstasy. Pure, unadulterated madness. Every time I take a sip, I can feel the adrenaline rushing through me, my heart beating a little faster, my thoughts tasting a little wilder. Utterly delicious.

Saliba takes a drink, and then hands it out to Hartle.

Saliba: Try it. Taste it and you'll see what I see.

<End Log>

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