She was born in Denver Colorado, on December 19th 1971 and at the age of six; Zinerva Harris fell in love with magic. But little did this young girl know that magic and the very art of it would one day lead her to the man she would call her soul mate, her angel. Ever since she saw her first magic trick with nothing more than mere cards she had always wanted to know and learn more, watching other magicians on T.V or even simple party tricks always fascinated her. By the time she was eight, Zinevera had begun practicing magic but she became something far more than that.

It wasn't just the fact that she could tell people what card they picked or make a bird or a ball disappear, no she became more. By the age of ten she had mastered the art of levitation and had levitated her parents' dog, a German Sheppard named Buck nearly three feet off the floor. Not more than a year later she had levitated herself and another person at the very same time, though she had truly found something she loved her parents weren't to thrilled with it and every chance they got they had tried to convince her to leave the world of magic when it was all she knew since she had no other siblings in her life.

Zinerva worked all through high school to pay for her magic supplies, she preformed at parties when she could and often did street performing in a few of the local parks that made her descent money when she wasn't performing for kids or in clubs around her town. This was her step to her dream of being in Las Vegas, now magic had become something more to her. She wasn't a magician; she was an illusionist and one of the greatest in her area.

With a bag of clothes, her favorite items for her shows in her hands and the money she could scrape up Zinevera was 28 years old when she finally arrived in Las Vegas. Sadly, she was no more than a street performer her permit gave her through the year and she was standing outside the Luxor hotel and casino making her favorite Frisbee hover between her hands as people stood to watch her. Her fedora sat at her feet where people dropped money in for her and before a little boy could drop his quarter in she made it hover up right before him and over the Frisbee both moving on their own. She turned her finger slowly and the quarter spun slowly over the Frisbee before letting it fall again and the Frisbee moved around the group of people to the beat of the music she had on her iPod.

Her hair was pulled back into a tie; it was dark black with blonde streaks making her bright blue eyes stand out more. She wore slim fit leather Tripp's and a black tank top that was designed to look like a corset. Leather bracelets on her wrists to match her Tripp's, she was flawless in her movements but something made her feel like someone was touching her. Someone was watching her, someone that wasn't within the group that she was performing for.

"Copy cat, you're just a damn poser copying Criss Angel." She heard someone shout at her and after a few more tricks she ended her little show for the people of Vegas.

She put everything back in her bag, picking up her hat she counted out the money that was given to her and was surprised to find that it was a lot better than other nights. She made nearly 400 dollars that night, but sadly it was only enough to cover her rent and she tucked the money into her jacket as she pulled it on. Her stomach growled, she needed to eat but she couldn't even spare a few bucks for food anymore she hadn't eaten anything other than a few crackers in days. Like normal, Zinerva passed through the Luxor since her apartment building was only a few blocks on the other side of it but the smell of the food from the restaurant was so much stronger than normal. She just wanted to go through and get to bed, she was about half way though the casino when she felt herself bump into someone making her step back.

"God you're hard…" she stopped, wide eyed. "Wait, I didn't mean it that way!" That was not what she meant to say.

"It's alright, I was paying attention," the voice was male and it made her look up.

Her blue eyes met hazel eyes and the very handsome face of the famous illusionist Criss Angel and she swallowed hard. He seemed to be examining her as he stood in front of her, his short blonde brown hair seemed to make the features of his face stand out more to her. "Weren't you the one that was just performing outside?" He asked her and she nodded slowly.

"You're good, levitate something for me." He said to her, setting his drink down on one of the slot machines.

"Like what?" She said to him.

"Well, levitate…" he looked around his necklaces clinking together as he moved then he looked back at her. "Levitate me."

This was something she couldn't pass up as a smirk came to her lips, she had heard of him so this was something big for her. She set her stuff at her feet and held her hands up towards him; her eyes closed a moment as she took deep breaths to focus herself. Her eyes suddenly locked with his and his body seemed to go slack but he hovered above the floor. She made him lean completely back as people began to gather to watch the scene before them and Zinerva made Criss hover nearly six feet off the floor and to prove no tricks she walked under him, brought him down and moved her arms over him.

She slowly brought him back down and moved her hands to bring him back up to his feet, but the moment she had broke the trance on him his hands suddenly came up and he had one on her. Zinerva managed to get a hold back on him and it was like a tug-o-war of powers and slowly both their feet left the floor hovering above the casino floor by a few feet. Their hands moved around each other, their bodies moved around each other as Criss grasped her arm at the elbow and she above his. It was like someone sent a low shock through her body like it was pulsating through her as their hands ran down each others arms till they slowly moved down and their feet touched the ground again.

Criss didn't release her hand for a moment and when he did, Zinerva felt a little weak and stumbled back a bit but he was faster and caught her before she fell. He carefully sat her down on a bench in the lobby so she could steady herself. "Just rest a moment," he said to her, he took his hand from her waist noticing how thin she was and not in a good way.

"I'll be fine…" Zinerva went to stand up but her body just quit on her, finally passing out from long hours and no food.

Once again Criss was faster, he was able to catch her thin frame before she fell to the lobby floor and hurt herself. He was able to pick her up with ease and he slowly carried her to the elevator, having security use his card to get him to his floor and then into his private room there in the Luxor hotel. Criss closed the door with his foot and made his way into his bedroom where he gently laid her down in his bed and removed her shoes for her. Criss made sure all of her stuff was near by before he left her to rest and he stayed in the spare room until she woke.

It wasn't until the next morning that Zinerva finally came to again and once again the smell of food cooking was her greeting. Something wasn't right though; she quickly sat up on the bed and got to her feet when she didn't recognize the room she was in. She was grateful that she was still dressed at least and she ruled out worst case scenario, finding her stuff she quickly pulled on her shoes and grabbed her bag. It was an attempt to leave but the moment she left the bedroom and was almost past the kitchen the smell of food was just over whelming, her mouth actually began to water at the very smell and she stole a glance over only to meet eyes once again with Criss Angel. She was in his room!

He smiled gently at her as he flipped another pancake. "Finally up I see, don't be shy dig in I made plenty." He said to her, turning the stove off now.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" She couldn't help but ask, most famous people were stuck up and just down right mean.

"I couldn't just leave you down there in the lobby out cold and limp like a rag doll, I'm not cruel Miss…um I don't believe I've ever caught your name." He said, handing her a plate of pancakes, bacon and scrambled eggs, oddly her favorite.

"Thanks, and my name is Zinerva Harris." She answered as she took the plate.

She was nice enough to sit and have breakfast with him since he went through all the trouble of making it and actually taking her up to his room while she was out cold. "Beautiful name, I'm Christopher Sarantakos but everyone calls me Criss Angel, or for you just Criss." He said and she practically melted at his smile.

Zinerva smiled back, "Criss it is then, thanks for helping it's the first act of kindness anyone has shown me since I got here."

"You're welcome, but don't mind me saying but someone of your talent shouldn't be a mere street performer, you should be in grand shows that show off your talent to the world."

"I can't complain…pays my rent for my crap of an apartment just it doesn't do much for food and clothes…now I is just ranting." She said to him.

Criss looked up from his food, he didn't mean to pry or anything with her but he had noticed that the bag she carried only had her magic items and one change of clothes nothing else. His mother had raised him to respect all people and to him, it was very sad to see a beautiful young woman like her in the slums of Vegas, mainly one with her talent. After a few minutes of eating in silence Criss finally made up his mind and took out the spare card key that got him to this floor and into any room on the floor, which was only 4 rooms, they were really big rooms too.

"Here, from now on any room on this floor is yours and any restaurants you go into just tell them I'll pick up the tab so you don't have to worry." Criss said and slid the card key across the table to her.

Her hand brushed his when she took it; she felt the odd pulse like before and quickly pulled back taking the key with her. But it couldn't be that simple as she looked at the black key card that said Luxor in gold across the front. "What's the catch, Criss?" She finally asked looking up at him.

"The catch," he stopped a moment and smiled a bit. "You have to go on a date with me tomorrow night."