This is a Story of purly my imagination and I own the charaters, setting and the Plot. They are strictly mine and are not to be taken for other use.

Creative Criticism is appreciated as well as reports of what u liked, didn't like or what u think i should change. Anything that can help me improve is greatly appreciated.

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xXChapter 1Xx
Bane didn't mind that they were moving to the middle of the forest, Almost one hundred miles from civilization. She didn't even mind that she wouldn't have any friends down there. She didn't mind being alone, A lot of her time was spent that way thanks to the way she dressed, how early on she found herself and how she matured mentally. Bane was a deathly pale girl, wearing a shirt that had no sleeves and a black skirt that reached her knees, the top, laced with a red Cord in X patterns. For shoes she always wore her favorite black boots that go halfway up her calves, each adorning 7 silver buckles. 7 leather bands wrap her arms from wrist to shoulder, each fastened with a silver buckle. Her eyes were lined in a dark blue shade of eyeliner which made her sky blue eyes stand out, as well as the lime green circles in her irises. Within those eyes, though caring, was a temper no one wanted to mess with. When all of this was put together you had Bane Luther. To some she was a loner, To some a Goth. But in all she was Bane, A fifteen year old girl. Also a girl no one wanted to look at let alone be around or befriend back home. But home didn't matter now. She was moving to the middle of no were. A place called Haddam neck.
The thing that bothered her most was why they were moving, and the fact that Mr. Luther, Bane's father, was being a bit to cheery about the move. "We'd still be back home," Bane thought "If-...well if..." A sick feeling griped her stomach, tying it in knots. She pushed the feeling down, back into her gut. If she thought about it now she'd never make it through the car ride without bursting into tears. The grip she had on her onyx pendant tightened at the thought of her mother. The stone seemed to make her feel stronger. Her mother had given it to her early for her birthday and she cherished it. Bane opened the car window to feel the cold wind, let it cool her burning cheeks. She needed something to calm her down, and a nice rush of cold wind usually did the trick. Just as the window opened and she felt the first gust of wind, her father shut it and locked it.

"Dad-" she began, rage filling her at the thought of him, But her father was already explaining with some illogical solution as he always did.

"Its cold, there's no reason for the window to be open." Bane glared.

"Dad its early September! Its not cold." Mr. Luther just shook his head, ignoring his daughter. Bane just rest heavily against the door, glaring at the trees whizzing by. Faster and faster and faster. Her eyes began to grow heavy and soon started to close slowly.
Suddenly, the car came to a violent stop, jolting her forward and out of her sleep. Her father swore loudly, hitting the wheel. Bane glared at him.

"Couldn't you be more careful!" she almost screamed, getting a nasty look from her dad in return. Averting her eyes she looked forward through the shield to see what had happened, but all bane saw was a boy laying in the broken and cracked road. She quickly unlocked the door and rushed to him, Mr. Luther yelling for her to come back all the while. Crouching by him she reached her hand out.

"Are you ok?" A real concern lacing her words.

"Did we hit you? Should I call an ambulance?" The boy looked up at her with the most beautiful emerald green eyes and time seemed to freeze. She noticed everything about him, taking it in.
The boy had black hair with blood red roots almost as vivid as his eyes. He wore a Black, logo-less, wife beater and a hoodie with Barrel form 'The Nightmare Before Christmas' on the front. His legs were clad in black, baggy pants with red stitching, but the knees seemed to be ripped from his contact with pavement. And he wore a pair of Black, scuffed boots, silver studs lining the rubber soles. Around his neck hung a small purple pendant on a silver chain, capturing Bade's eyes. Blinking a few times, time started up again and the boy replied.

"Y-yea, I'm ok...there's no need-

"BANE!" Her head jolted up, looking for the source of the voice, seeing her father fuming. "Get in the car. Now."
She turned to face the boy again but he was frowning now.

"You'd better go." He said in a plain voice, showing no emotion.

"Are you sure you don't need anything? An ambulance, anything?" She asked. The boy shook his head.

"You should go now." he repeated, looking down. Bane nodded and turned but her father was already out of the car, grabbing her wrist painfully.

"Dad!-" She protested but he cut her of, glaring over his shoulder at her.

"Forget it Bane, Leave him here." She looked back at the boy, he had gotten to his feet an was watching the scene. Bane pulled her wrist from him and walked to the boy quickly.

"Forget about him," She said quickly. I'm being to nice, she thought to herself. This isn't like me, why am i being so...caring. "Would you like a ride home?" He shook his head again, still not looking up.

"I-...I live kinda' far." Bane nodded though to her it made no sense. If he lived farther off he should have taken the ride, but she didn't want to push him. She barely knew him after all. She turned, reluctantly, to go to the car but he grabbed her arm. She turned to face him but he was so close they were almost touching noses. The meek boy she had seen that wouldn't look her in the eye had gone, this boy seemed more true. More like the boy she had seen in the very depth of his eyes. "Thank you." He whispered.

"For what?" Bane asked breathlessly, almost stunned with his lack of distance. "For caring." He said simply. He gently raised her hand and opened her fingers to reveal the soft, pink flesh of her palm. With his free hand he griped the purple pendant from his neck and placed it in her hand. He curled her fingers over it and pulled her fingers to his lips and kissed each one softly. He looked up at her once again, his emerald eyes gleaming, before letting her go and walking off. Bane let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, dazed. But her father had no problem breaking that very daze.

"Bane!" He yelled and she turned quickly on her heals, walking to and sitting in the car. As soon as the door shut Mr. Luther floored it, jolting the car forward. All Became silent again, Mr. Luther visibly fuming from some inner rage Bane couldn't begin to fathom, when Bane realized he had given her the purple pendant. Opening her fingers she saw that it was there, laying in her open palm. A royal purple mixed with some whites and blues. It was enchanting. Just like him, she thought, smiling. She didn't know him at all, but he seemed....interesting. I hope maybe our paths will cross again, she thought, noticing she had no idea what his name was.

Within a Half Hour They had arrived the new home, a Large yellow house surrounded by trees. It was set on a little hill, the trees so tall and full they seemed to engulf the house all together. Mr. Luther had shown Bane to her room, on the top floor of three, right away to let her settle. Two walls were painted red and the other two walls painted black. A large king sized bed with a black frame was in the left corner, Coated in red quilts and blankets. A black desk had been placed along the right wall, piled with her mothers books on crystals and herbs, animals and birds. There were two big windows peering out over the forest, each window with a little ledge to sit or lay on, to see the view. Bane ran a finger over her mothers books piled on her desk. "The Worlds Wonders" one read, with a big picture of a flower on the front. Pulling the books one after the other into a neat pile she stopped reading one that read "Book Of Shadows. Anemone Luther's Book of the Arts." It was hand scrawled, her mothers name and writing. Purely something of her making. She picked up the book and it seemed to give off a loving warmth. She lightly stroked the cover, tracing the pictures of animals bordering the cover. An Antelope, Lions, Crows, owls, ravens, A weasel, Sparrows, snakes, A Waxwing, Hawks, bears, Cats, cheetahs, Fox's,A lynx, horses, otters, rabbits, rams, A Raccoon, seals, sows, A stag, A doe, A mountain lion and wolves. All animals of strength and love, wisdom and guidance. Each entangled, playing in the roots and flowers joining them on the cover and surrounding them. Open it, her mind screamed, you nee to open it. But her body wouldn't let her, It had been her mothers and she wasn't ready to see what she had written inside. Placing the book safely in a dresser drawer, she locked it and returned to the other books. She sat on the ledge of her window with a book of crystals, hoping to distract herself from that book and maybe find the kind of gem the pendant was made of that the goth boy had given her. The sun soon was setting, painting the sky like a canvas. he clouds were smeared a fire red making the forest look as if it was aflame. Time passed and the search went on un-profited and bane soon found herself wondering more about the boy than the crystal he gave her. A sudden knock at her door made her jump from her thoughts and glaring at the door.

"What do you want?" She asked coldly, opening a random book. No answer. "Hello?" Bane yelled louder, beginning to get irritated. Another knock. Bane flew of the window ledge and stomped to the door, flinging it open. "WHAT?" she scratched, only to find no one was there. But a smudge of red on the floor caught her eye. Looking down, she saw it was a little rose tied to an Athame. Bane's features softened. "How did you get there?" she asked more to nothing than to the knife itself. She picked up the little dagger, taking in its Hilt was white, A Silver blade extending out nine inches, covered in Celtic knots. The Bright red rose was carefully wound around it, the stem uncut by the sharp knife. A small note flapped down from the item. Bane crouched, picking the note of the dark wood of the floor, staring at the neat red lettering.
"", she read aloud, with a questioning look o her face. She looked both ways down the hall but there was no sign that anyone had been there. Quietly bane shut the door and sat on her bed, yawning with a sudden tiredness."Dad's probably trying to get on my good side." Bane said aloud to herself, holding the athame up to the light of the early morning's sinking moon. "He's gonna have to do better than this little dagger...he did make me move to the middle of no were and change schools and...Oh fuck!" She screamed, Her expression changing. Bane stole a panicked glance at the clock next to her bed it read 5:15 A.M. "SCHOOL!"

I have more Chapterrs but I want to know what you think so far to see if I should put them up.... :D