A/N: Sorry this took awhile but not a lot of people reviewed this…as a matter of fact…only one because I reviewed myself cause I was bored. But, anyway, those people are really missing out cause this is going to be good! Before I continue I really want to thank Satine, a fellow FF writer, for giving me the ideas for this story!! So, on with the story.

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Satine stared at Christian's fear-struck face. Fearing the worst, she turned around to be met by a rush of dark sky heading their way. She backed up into Christian's arms, tears flowing through her eyes. Why would something like this happen to her and her beautiful home? What was going to happen to her and Christian.

Christian grabbed Satine and in no hurry, rushed her down stairs. The basement was dark and damp. There wasn't any light down there except for the candle, which hadn't been lit yet. Satine took the liberty to do so. Christian held Satine in his arms so just a little until she had calmed down a little. He let her go and sat her down on the cold basement floor.

"Darling, I'll be right back!" Christian assured her. Satine looked at him with horror in her eyes.

"What? No, Christian, NO! You can not leave me here alone and go up there where a tornado is ripping away at our home!" Satine yelled. Christian beckoned for her to quiet down a little before attempting to leave once again.

"I have to bored up the windows and such! I promise, sweetie, I'll be right back!" Christian put his hands on her shoulders. "It'll be alright," Satine only stared into his eyes and nodded her head slightly. But, Christian could see the fear in her eyes. He turned to go back up the stairs. He glanced back at her one last time before proceeding. She only turned away from him and dabbed her light tears away from her eyes with her handkerchief.

I can't bare to lose him…… She thought to herself.

Christian tore through the kitchen, making sure to take off all the cabinet doors, or anything he could find that was made of wood, to board up the windows from the storm. He picked up the cabinet door that contained the cereal that Satine and him would eat every morning. A box of whole grain oats spilled upon the floor but Christian, knowing that there was no time to spare, didn't bother to pick it up and instead he placed the light coloured wood on the glass that was the only thing shielding him from the fierce winds surrounding the house. He could now see that the tornado was slowly coming closer to his home.

Panicking, he grabbed the stack of wood he had left and went to the second window. He took out his nails and nailed it to the pain of the sill. He did the same with the next and the one after that. When he had done about five or six all together, he looked back out the window and a chill of fear swept over his body. The storm was nearly a mile away. Picking up the pace a little, he placed a few more boards on the remaining windows. Now, worrying more about the sake of his life and Satine's, he raced to get back to the basement.

He reached out for the brass knob when a sharp noise penetrated his ears. There was some one outside his door. He left the kitchen and went over to the back door. He cautiously stuck his head out the door and looked around. There was no one in sight. Thinking that it was nothing, he pulled his head back through the door. But, the noise sounded again. Noticing the storm was no closer, he turned his walk into a run.

Satine got up from her seat on the floor. If Christian was going to die in this storm than she might as well die also. She picked up her skirts and walked up the stairs.

"Christian?!?!" She called into the vast hallway. The only thought that now crossed her mind was that he was going to turn up 50 miles away and dead. She walked through the kitchen and into the living room. She noticed that the windows in the room had not been boarded. Satine turned around to the back of the room that revealed the funnel coming closer. Tears came to Satine's eyes. She knew that now she had to find Christian. She took a deep breath and proceeded out the back door.

"Christian?!?!" She called into the dark world. "Christian, where are you?!?!" Tears were now over whelming her eyes. The hail came down her hard ad she searched frantically for her love.

What sounded like a train was coming up behind Satine. The winds surrounded her body and blew her hair about. Satine took a deep breath and, with tears in her eyes, she turned to face the horror that was waiting for her. She had come face to face with the deadly tornado. An icy grip picked her up and knocked the world from her eyes.

Christian looked around for any such person. The noise was still sounding out to him.

"Hello?!?!" Christian cried out. There wasn't an answer back. He turned back to the house. The tornado was approaching it very slowly now, there was no use in going back. He had to find the person and find shelter and fast.

Suddenly, the noise erupted from behind him. He turned abruptly and came face to face with one of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

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A/N: So what do you think of Chapter two? Is it good? Oh and about the woman, you'll see what happens there is a point to it…I promise so please read it when I update and don't be mad!! I swear there is a point…Satine will back me up, won't you?