A/N: Alright! My first chapter of my new story. (Not really a fanfiction, but we'll just say it is, for the time being.) Oh, and the main character is dedicated to my lovely senpai, Evie AKA Demonluvr! (I know its spelt wrong in the story, but that's on purpose.) Enjoy, Evie-senpai!

Chapter 1

I woke up with a wedding band on my finger and a tornado in my room. My junk was flying through my snug, little apartment. I screamed and ducked as my keyboard nearly took off my head. Then, as if it had never happened, the winds died down, and my things fell to the floor. My heart, which seemed to have stopped, began to beat with the speed of a hummingbird's wings. That's when I noticed the man standing next to my bed.

He was wearing a long black trench coat that seemed to have gone through too many days. His smooth, black hair curled around his square face, which, by the way, was drop-dead gorgeous. Yet, despite his turn-on-Matrix looks, I was truly captivated by his luminescent blue eyes. So crisp and cool a blue that its brightness was an unnatural flame upon calm waters.

So pure a blue couldn't belong to so dark a man.

That's when I began to scream in panic. "Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my room!"

The man smiled a dashing smile that sent butterflies through my stomach. "Good morning, Evvy, How are you?"

What the crap was this guy talking about? How did he know my name? I pulled my covers over me defensively, which I realized covered my body that was only protected with a night gown. I noted the closest exit and glared at him. "Get out of my room-no, my apartment!"

The stranger seemed only amused by this. "You don't remember anything, do you? Well, that's better, probably. You see, Evvy, dear, I am your husband."

I was at a loss for words. The only explination I could utter was this: He was crazy, or I was.

He looked at my blank face and sighed. I heard him mumble, "Well, I didn't pick you for your intellegence."

I was still too confused to be offended. He sighed once more, shaking his head, his black locks bouncing off his forehead. I felt and heard the bed creak as he resed his weight near my feet. "You see, Evvy, dear, I am your husband and you are my wife. That ring on your finger prooves it."

That woke me up. I stupidly stared at the gleaming gold on my finger, and then my eyes narrowed into angry slits. I grasped the cool metal and made the motion to wrench it off my finger, but a sudden hand on mine stopped me. Despite his calm demeanor, the intruder's hold on me was firm; I was trapped. He leaned in closer. Too close. My heart was pounding again.

"You don't want to take that off," he whispered seductively in my ear.

I wasn't buying. I tried to pull myself free of his grip, but it was a futile attempt. The man was some years older than me, and obviously much more muscular.

"what do you know about what I want?" I questioned him indifferently.

His bemused face never faltered, but he released me. "You're right. What do I know about your wants? If you wish to destroy this entire city, then by all means, take it off."

I stared at him stupidly. Again. I was doing that a lot as of late. Was I stupid then? I must be, because nothing this man said made any sense. How could taking off a ring destroy the entire city?

Before I could interrogate him, or find out for myself, he stood up, holding his hand out gentleman like. "My name is Chad. Just Chad, for now. If you really want to find out what that ring is holding in, then come with me to a less populated area."

"But I'm not even dressed!" I protested.

He lifted the comforter, much to my disapproval, to reveal myself dressed in my short sleeved red shirt and brown corderoy skirt. But wasn't I just in my pajamas a second ago? I wondered.

Chad extended his hand closer, with impatience playing obviously on his face. Still in a daze, I took his hand as he lifted me up, and the next thing I know, we're in some far-off savanna plain, the heat opressing my lungs. There wasn't a soul in sight. I turned to Chad curiously and he gave me a suave wink. "Just try not to think about that. You've got a century of other things to soak in."

He took my hand in his, sending a shiver up my spine. "You ready?" He breathed, more to himself than to me, but I answered him with a shaky nod and a "Y-yeah."

The movement was so elegant and gracful that I paid little attention to what happened around me. He slid the ring off my finger with as much sumptuousness as a god. I'm not sure if it was his breath-taking grandeur or the blast of wind aroudn me that made me feel like I was exhaling a long-held breath from a million lungs.

Chad grimaced, his arms flung up to protect himself, and his trench coat billowed fiercely in the gust. I looked around curiously to see the ground itself peel from the Earth. Whole trees swirled around me like watching an artist's masterful landscape being flushed down the toilet. The wind had become so thick with dirt that it turned a greyish-brown. I wondered why Chad wasn't flying around too and I turned my eyes to find out.

Crystals had formed around his legs, fastening him to the ground securely, but his upper section was being pushed backward. I began to worry if it should snap off altogether.

Now that I came to think of it, why wasn't I flying also? In fact, my hair hadn't so much as float lazily in the breeze. My eyes widened with realization as it dawned on me. The winds weren;t around me; they were coming from me. I was in the eye of the tornado, generating this strange release of air. I uttered a slight gasp, intaking some air and held my breath, startled. At that moment, the wind clapped and died out quickly. I was too afraid to breath. As quick as lightening, Chad put the ring back on my finger. The crystals around his feet had dissolved into the rocky ground, and he moved towards me, winded.

"That's...why you...wear the ring," he scolded me, still trying to stabalize his breathing.

Still holding my breath, I tottered around drunkly, my vision blurred. Chad propped me by the elbow. "Breath, you imbecile!"

I obeyed, gasping for air. Huffing, I looked around in mild surprise. There was no wind. "But if...I breathe...the wind," I gaped.

He smacked me across the back of my head. "That's what the ring's for, stupid!" He yelled at me with great ferocity.

I cowered back. "But you said it was-"

He smacked me again."It's that too! But it also allows you to breath without destroying the place. It's a...special wedding ring. You are still my wife."

I finally stabalized my breathing, but my mind wasn't stabalized. "Okay, you better start explaining things here, mister!" I tried to say in my most authoritive voice.

Chad didn't note the authority. "I think your poor, little brain has taken too much as it is. Let's go back to bed now, shall we?"

A flash and I was back in my room. I stuttered dumbly, my mind deciding to quit for the day. He lifted me, his arms under my back and knees, and he set me down tenderly on my bed, pulling the covers over me in one swift movement. This unkown man kissed me sweetly on the forehead and whispered "Goodnight."

My body obeyed, eye's closing, and I trailed off. Maybe sleep would be good.

Wait. Did he just call me stupid?