The next morning Oblivia awoke early, at 6-00 am. She brushed her beautifully sleek long black hair and sadly slit her wrists (obviously she didn't die because she's a vampire, you stupid preps). Then she put on an MCR shirt, black velvet gloves that reached up to her elbows, a long black skirt and shiny black stilettos.

Downstairs Julian, Dick, George and Anne were eating breakfast.

"Hello Oblivia," said Dick. "Where have you been? We've been up four hours and you've nearly missed breakfast. Don't worry, there's still sandwiches, ham, bacon, cheese and bread, crumpets and lots of jam and a nice big cake."

"I don't eat any of that preppy English bulls--t," said Oblivia darkly, "have you got any Count Chocula?"

They looked confused. "I don't think we have that here," said George, who looked like a boy. "Is it like cake?"

"No its not like cake you stupid f--king boy-looking prep bitch," shouted Oblivia.

"Would you like a good old lashing of ginger beer?" ask Dick cheerfully.

"No," said Oblivia. The only lashing she knew was the lashing of the cruel whip of fate on her cold, black heart. "I brought my own drink." She took out a bottle of blood and started to drink it, loving the taste of it.

"Ooh, tomato juice," said Anne. "Can I have a bit?"

"Sure," said Oblivia, and watched as the preppy whore tasted it and scrunched her face up in disgust.

"Eww," said Anne, "I think its gone off."

"That's cos it's blood, not tomato juice, you stupid prep f--king bitch," said Oblivia sadly. "Now f--k off."

"I'm going to be sick," wailed Anne, and ran away.

"Hello children," said Aunt Fanny, appearing from the kitchen. "Are you ready for second helpings?"

"Oh yes please," said everyone.

"F--k off," said Oblivia.

"Woof," said Timmy.

Just then Uncle Quentin appeared from his study. "What in f--king blazes!" he shouted. "Some f--ker has stolen my latest invention, a machine that gives people super powers."

"No way," shouted Julian. "This sounds like a job for the Famous Five! And Oblivia, if she wants to come along." He looked longingly at Oblivia's beautiful face, which looked a lot like Amy Lee's face only hotter because she was a real vampire.

"F--k off prep," shouted Oblivia sadly, but she decided to go along anyway because it was better than sitting around in Kirrin cottage.