he was too busy preparing to spend the evening with the vampire council . i watch her wipe her palms nervously on her jeans . `` you choose the ones that fit . '' `` little cassie , '' her grandmother said with a sigh . i tried not to look shocked by his admission , but who knows what my face really looked like . i just know i didnt do anything with it . the real worker then drained one third of his own blood , right onto the floor . you took our valiant son before he drew a breath . 