Author's Note: Just to say, this is my first story, so don't expect so much. This takes place before the Omen 2 ever took place, so Damien is still a kid and in the custody of his uncle, when the family decides to stay a year in Japan due to a summer vacation trip.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own "The Ring", "The Grudge", or "The Omen". I never will. Need I say any more?
Chapter 1- The House
"Here we are, our summer house. This place is just perfect- a typical Japanese home! What do you think, Damien? Damien? Are you listening to me? Damien?"
Said boy slowly turned his head to face his aunt, Ann, who was smiling at him, and holding his hand. "It's ok, I guess."
He let go of her hand, and trudged into the house. He really, really, really, didn't want to be here. He had to go to Japan, right? His cousin got off the hook. Lucky Mark had to stay back home, because of studies. But he was stuck in Japan for the whole summer. The whole summer! What a lucky boy he was.
He looked at his surroundings. Not bad, but it wasn't England. So technically, it still wasn't that great. He sat on the stairs and sighed. This was definitely not going to be good.
His uncle, Richard Thorn, put a hand on his shoulder. "Damien, you may be a little upset, but don't worry about it. It's a vacation! Lighten up!"
Damien nodded, and sat on the stairs. He stared at the door, hoping an airplane would crash through the door and whisk him back to England. Richard stared at Damien.
"What are you doing? You aren't even going to check out your room? You won't sleep on the stairs, that's for sure. Come on, upstairs!"
Damien rolled his eyes, annoyed at his uncles' comment. He slunk up the stairs, and slammed himself onto his bed, bored beyond reason. He stared at the room, decorated very plainly, with not very much furniture. He was thrilled. He wished he had a summer study program too. Mark wanted to go, he wanted to stay. Gee, couldn't things have worked out perfectly. Being the Antichrist won't get you out of some things, unfortunately.
He stared at the ceiling, hoping it could hold some sort of entertainment. It didn't- yet. Ann knocked on the door, and opened it slightly. "Damien, here's your bag. Don't forget to unpack!" Damien rolled his eyes again, but got the bag as Ann left.
In ten minutes, he had put everything away. He turned to take a nap or something, when he heard something. He looked up, and saw something thumping on the ceiling. The ceiling seemed to rattle, like an earthquake of some sort. Damien blinked. He wasn't doing this. So who could possibly-
"Damien! We made dinner!" He snapped his attention to the door, and then back up to the ceiling. He raised an eyebrow when he realized that the shaking had stopped. Cursing his aunt in his mind, he slowly got off the bed and wandered around the house to find the kitchen.
"Mreow." He turned around to see a black cat staring at him. He stared at it, his eye twitching. He hated cats. The jackal blood in him said so. "Stupid cat, go away!" He stomped down the stairs, with the cat's eyes following his every move.
