Curled in a ball at the foot of the bed, the black cat ignored the torrent of rain hitting the windows. If anyone were to look at him, they would be attracted immediately to his beautiful silk black coat, and feel the need to want to hold him and caress him. His name was Lannor and dispite his current appearance, he was not a very happy feline. The cold emptiness of the house had made him sour and bitter as he had never been so alone for so long. He could count the years, months and days since the last person lived in the house. Something not possible if he were in fact a normal feline, however there was nothing normal about Lannor.
Her name was Elizabeth and she was smart enough to leave before Lannor ruined her completely. He knew she loved him and that it broke her heart to leave but she knew Lannor’s past and the tragedy that surrounded him. That he had seen many before her die, and so she became the stronger of the two and left. Lannor mourned her departure, however he never thought he would be alone for so long before the next person came to the house. The mystery and tales about the house always allured many young to visit and some, those who came to know Lannor personally, continued to dwell in the house until their deaths. That was until Elizabeth; with her departure no one followed after her. Maybe it was for the best that no one came to the house, however it did not stop Lannor from hoping for some form of company.
If he could understand the circumstances for his being there it might help him to deal with him losing those he loved every time. Yet, no matter how much he loved he was still stuck in a world he despised and loathed. He still did not understand what it was his mother had wanted him to learn when she had forced him in to the harsh world, so unlike the one he had come from.
Lannor flicked an ear up when he heard a car driving down the road that led past the house. He always heard the cars driving past even in the wildest of weathers. It was something he’d refined after being on his own for so long. He listened as the vehicle came closer and then he noticed the change of gears and the deceleration of the engine and flicking both ears up he listened intently.
Another gear change, the car was slowing and then the unmistakable sound of the car coming down the drive towards the house. Lannor bolted up right and jumped down from the bed making his way over to the window. Jumping up onto the window ledge he looked out into the rain soaked yard. Watching the dark car pulled up out the front, Lannor waited for the driver to appear. However, the car merely idled in front of the house and he watched, wondering if the driver might have had second thoughts. Staring, waiting, and still no movement below, he couldn’t see the driver at all from the bedroom window. Quickly jumping from the window ledge he ran down the stairs.
Moving through the cold dark house into the living room, Lannor again jumped up on to the window ledge to get a better look at the driver. However, he could not see any one in the car. Listening, all he could hear was the rain against the house and the howling of the wind through the surrounding trees. The motor of the car was no longer running yet the driver was missing. A little baffled at the disappearance of the driver and unsure if the person was somewhere outside the house, Lannor sat and watched intently, the car and for any signs of there being anyone there at all. It would be close to thirty minutes before he finally saw movement within the vehicle and Lannor felt slightly disappointed when he saw the occupant getting out.
Tyler placed his head against the BMW’s steering wheel and listened to the steady fall of rain. Water worms streamed down the windows while tears streamed down his cheeks. He had come to a stopped in the front of the small two-story weatherboard house long abandoned by his family. Overgrown lavender and rosemary bushes and un-pruned evergreen trees surrounded the house at the end of the long narrow lane. It was the perfect place to hide.
He had come to the house for sanctuary. He had come for peace. He had come because it was the only place that would have him. Tears welled in his eyes and he did nothing to stop them from rolling down his cheeks. He was alone. Discarded by his family and friends as worthless and left to survive any way he could in the harsh world.