We wouldn't give up until Casimir's killer had been identified. "As long as he's out there, we're in mortal danger," Sanford insisted, addressing us all in a solemn, self-important manner that--for once--didn't seem overblown or inappropriate. "We have to act as a team and work together for as long as it takes. Because if we don't, we might not get through this." It's funny; I hate so much about my life. I hate the cramps, and the nausea, and the boredom, and the listlessness. I hate surviving on guinea pigs, and not being able to get a decent haircut. But that night, when it came to choosing between life and death, I didn't hesitate. Not for one second. I didn't want to end up as a pile of ashes on a bedroom floor. Excerpted from The Reformed Vampire Support Group by Catherine Jinks All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.