It was a nice, rainy day in October. Just how you liked it. You lived in a very old house which looked pretty good, to be honest. The house was at least a hundred years old. You had a thing for old houses for some reason, and this house was just the perfect one.

After a few days of settling in, you noticed a black cat visit the house very often. He entered by the window, which you always left open for him. You really didn't have a problem with him entering, you loved cats, in fact.

You didn't believe that black cats were bad luck, they were just animals. Although there was something different about him your couldn't put your finger on. He acted like a cat, behaved like a a cat, smelled like a cat, and looked like a cat, but there was just something about him...

You decided to name him Vermin although he was a stray cat and you didn't own him. Your friend was who came up with the name, and it wasn't bad.

He had a collar around his neck, an old key hanging on it. You decided not to take it from the cat since it didn't feel right. What's the key for? No one knows. Maybe it will remain a mystery.

Back to what I was saying, it was a nice, rainy day in October. You just came back from school in a good mood, but even though, you were tired.

You decided to take a quick shower. When you finished, you wrapped the towel around your body and headed towards the bedroom to change.

When you opened the door and entered the bedroom, you froze. You saw Vermin sitting on the desk in front of the window, flipping through the pages of a book.

"Great, just what I needed. Look at me, sitting here and flipping through damn... witch thingy or whatever it's called pages. It's not like I have any other options, if I want to become human. I have to do whatever is easier... ugh, these paws."

He mumbled as he struggled to flip through the pages due to his paws. His voice was deep and smooth. What the hell was going on? Cats couldn't talk. They just couldn't.