Dead (Dorbyn) *Book One*

Ch.1

*~Daniel's P.O.V~*

Finally I had emptied the last box. With a sigh of relief I let myself fall down on top of the couch.

I had just moved here today. The removal van had picked up all my stuff from the airport this morning, then brought it to my new house. A house I myself had pick out and love already.

You see, my name is Daniel Seavey. I'm 18 years old since a week and finally free off of my parents. Not that I don't love them, they just don't give me enough privacy, and I always dreamed of moving abroad and meeting a nice boy I want to marry someday.

Yes, I'm gay, but who cares.

I couldn't be more happy when my parents told me the news I could go and live in another country alone when I would be 18. I could pick a nice houes in any country I wanted and my parents would help me pay for it I knew I wanted to go to Virginia, so no wonder I found my dream house there.

It's an old cottage in the middle between to towns. It has a bit of meadow around it before the grass changes into lovely woods.

The lady who sold me the house said that the house was empty for about 80 years. She didn't know why and it even surprised me that this wonderful cottage is all mine now. I didn't hesitated to sign the contract. It really is my dream house.

Now, after I finally decorated the whole house to my affiliations. I'm resting a bit on the couch. The silence is wonderful. No one spying on my just me and..... Me.

I'm staring at the old wooden sealing. My eyes travel along the cracks into the thick beams. It's like they are telling me a story the way the cracks go along they look like deep cuts through the strong wood, destroying it wil....

BANG!

That's what brings me back from my thoughts. It sounded like something had fell upstairs? Are they breaking into my house already?

Quickly I get up from my comfortable place on the couch and ran upstairs. I'm not afraid of anyone.

The room the sound came from is the on I go into.

"Who's there?" I asked looking into the room I designed as my painting room Random stuff is standing everywhere but I don't see anyone.

Finally my eyes fall onto a painting of mine laying flat on the floor. That must have been the thing that made that loud sound plus the window is open So the wind could have blown it over. I smiled at my earlier thoughts of being robbed already and walk over to pick up painting just as I bend down I see a movement from the corner of my eye.

In a second I'm standing up again watching the place where I saw some thing but, nothing is there. Was it me imagining that? It can't be.

My head snaps to the right side when a scratching sound reaches my ears. So something is in here.

Careful not to make any noise I walk closer. I don't want to scare what ever it is in here away.

The noise came from behind the box with the painting stuff. When I'm almost there I stretched my neck to see what is behind it.

And I never expected to find a cute black and the cat there.

A laugh leaves my mouth and the cat looks up at me with those giant brown eyes.

"Hello, kitty." I say and walk around the box. Then I crouch down in front of the cat and extend my hand to to let it sniff me.

Curiously the cat comes closer and sniffs my hand, moment later, pushing his head in my hand and purring loudly. I guess the cat likes me.