"Are you ready to rock tonight!" Hannah Montana shouted joyously as she rose up through the stage. "YEAH!" the crowd answered in unison as the opening riffs of "Best of Both Worlds" filled the air.

"HANNAH! HANNAH! HANNAH!" the crowd chanted. Hannah flashed her fans a smile and began to sing. The pop star life was more than she could ask for, but getting to be a normal girl at the same time was just too much. She felt like the luckiest girl in the world when she stood on stage and belted out those songs to the crowd. She looked out into the audience; thousands of girls were having the time of their lives.

The song ended. "You guys want some more?" she screamed.

"YEAH!" the crowd yelled again in agreement.

Oswald Granger sat restlessly in his seat, watching the teen icon dance and sing with a cynical eye. "No duh," he said in an uncharacteristically American tone. "It's only the second song of the whole show."

Oswald was the willing servant of Lucinda. Most people didn't dare call her by her real name though; by most of her cohorts, she was referred to as "The Succubus." Oswald had never heard of an immortal of greater age or strength, and he did his best to please Lucinda as her minion. He had an ulterior motive, however. He wanted The Succubus's immortality, to drink her blood and take the curse of the vampire into his own body.

For a while now, Oswald had been pursuing the teen pop icon Hannah Montana by order of The Succubus. The girl was a worldwide sensation, and she wanted to know why. Her cohorts had speculated that Hannah was in fact an extremely powerful vampire with a mind control power, thus owing to her gargantuan following. The Succubus was shocked to think that there could be a vampire out there with power equal to hers – perhaps even greater. As a result, she had sent Oswald on a mission to find out more about this girl and if she really was one of the children of darkness.

The music infuriated him. Bubblegum pop wasn't Oswald's taste; he would have preferred a Mozart piano sonata any day. But he had to sit through it. He had to meet this alleged vampire and find out what she really was.

"Okay guys, this is my last song for the night. You guys have been awesome! Thanks so much for coming out to see me!" Hannah said about an hour later.

"Thank God," Oswald grumbled aloud, getting out of his seat and beginning to make his way towards the backstage area. He got through the pit before a security guard caught him.

"Hey you!" the guard said. He was fat and eating a Boston Cream donut. "Nobody's allowed back there."

Oswald thought on his feet. The fangirls were too engrossed in Miss Montana's performance to notice anything unusual.

"Oh really?" he said in his cold British accent. The security guard grabbed him, and he punctured his flesh with a syringe. A sedative of The Succubus's invention pumped swiftly through his veins, and he was out cold.

"Good night!" he cackled, proceeding to Hannah's dressing room.

He stood outside her doorway. Her door was open just a crack, but he could see inside. "Wait, what's she doing?" he murmured to himself.

Hannah pulled off her blond wig, revealing a full head of wavy brown hair.

"It cannot be!" Oswald said. "She looks like a totally different person!"

"Is someone there?" Hannah said, frantically pulling her wig back on.

"Um, yes!" Oswald said, cursing silently to himself. "May I have your autograph and a picture with you, Miss Montana? My daughters absolutely adore you!" He produced a picture of his daughters and showed it to the pop star.

"Um, sure," Hannah said awkwardly, pulling out a pen.

"Hold on right there, missy!" Oswald heard a female voice say.

"Vita, what's wrong? He just wants my autograph and a picture."

"Sorry sweetie, but that's not an option. This guy's from a tabloid, and if you give anything out to him, he'll wreck your career!" Vita said angrily.

"For the last time, Vita, I don't work for a tabloid, I work for a secret society headed by one of the most ancient vampires in the world!" Oswald said, annoyed.

"Uh-huh. And my mother is Lady Gaga. Get the hell out of here!" she said, calling security.

"Damn! Thwarted again!" Oswald whined while being carried off.

"Honey," Vita said to Hannah, "this is why you need a publicist. It takes a lot to be a normal girl and a pop star at the same time."

Hannah grumbled. "Sometimes I wish I could just live one life."