PLEASE NOTE! I don't own Criss Angel or any of his family members/crew members. The only characters I own are the fictitious ones in this story. Nor do I know Criss...although he's replied to me on Twitter! :D

Chapter One:

"Criss…" The word escaped her without having to even move her mouth. Her long, silky light pink sheer dress brushed the sand beneath her and her voice echoed throughout the vastness of the desert. He frantically ran after her, wanting to know who this mysterious girl was. She appeared to be running in chopped slow motions across the desert floor and wouldn't stop now matter how many times he called out to her.

"Stop! Please wait a minute! Who are you?" She said nothing and continued running. A laugh almost similar to one's of a child's echoed. He then saw a close up of her face as she turned to the side to see him chasing after her. Her long brown hair swept away from her glowing face and her teeth shined through her genuine smile. Her green eyes sparkled like the stars, her cheeks were rosy pink, and her lips were a dark red, she was breathtaking. She suddenly stopped in the middle of the sand but didn't turn around to face him.

Criss reached out his hand to her and stepped forward. His foot sank into the sand and pulled him downwards. He screamed and tried to fight the grip of whatever was pulling him down. The sand turned into water and Criss instantly fell into it while she stood on top, not even phased by the events around her. He swam his way to where water met the air but could not get through, as if there was a barrier stopping him. He pounded on the water and began to panic. He could still see her standing on the water's surface and looking out to the horizon. His vision began to go black and his lungs began running out of oxygen…it was the end.

Criss woke up screaming and sweating in his bed before he realized it was just a dream. He put his face into his hands and tried to calm himself down. This was the fourth time this week that he had this dream, same girl, same setting and always the same ending. Before the violence had occurred within the dreams, they consisted of any normal event but this girl had made appearances in all of them. He knew it was a sign but of what, he wasn't sure yet.

He finally calmed himself down enough to lie back down in his bed and pulled the covers loosely over his bare chest. He looked up at the ceiling and felt his eyes getting heavier and heavier before finally falling back asleep.

I stared blankly at the red letters and numbers posted on the white board, vigorously waving my pencil between my fingers. Looking at the clock of the fifth time in the past thirty seconds, I was disappointed to finally realize that there were still ten minutes left in class. I breathed out a sigh of annoyance and continued to doodle in the margin of my notes.

I'm Serenity DiVanno. I'm a typical seventeen-year-old girl in my last year of high school. Today, I was sitting in my AP physics class, ready to shoot myself in the head from the complexity of trying to explain properly how a ball rolls. I yawned and cracked my knuckles, my hands were stiff from all of the writing I had done. By writing, I mean doodling. Just then, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around carefully and took the piece of folded paper my classmate had to give me.

I looked diagonally behind me and smiled to my best friend Emily. We always wrote each other notes during class, especially boring ones like this. She signaled for me to read it, I nodded and quickly turned around. I discreetly opened the note and saw the page covered in different colored inks and a drawing of a cartoon character in the middle. I quietly laughed to myself until I reached the very bottom. It read,

Hey btw, did Criss ever answer your Q from the Live Tweet?

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. I turned back around and using hand signals and mouthing, I told her that he didn't. Emily mouthed an "aww" and signaled a teardrop running down her cheek. I smirked and positioned my body face front again. I placed my head onto my hand and only wished for the bell to ring.

In case you've never heard; which is very unlikely because it's known throughout my school that I am the biggest Criss Angel fan anyone has ever met. People used to make fun of me for it, but I didn't care…I always remained loyal to him and his craft. He's been my inspiration since I first saw him on MINDFREAK a couple years ago and have always dreamed of meeting him. The closest I could get as of right now was through Twitter. He usually has a question and answer live tweeting session every month and I desperately longed for a tweet from him. Unfortunately, all of my attempts failed. Too many Loyals ask him any question they can think of…sometimes the same questions over and over again…never any new ones! I swear, if someone asks him to come to his or her city one more time, I'll blow up!

Finally, he bell had rung; I jumped out of my seat and headed out the door with Emily by my side.

"Hey, I'm sorry he never answered you back! Maybe next time!"

I shrugged, "Eh, it's okay. I'm kind of used to it by now. He probably has so many people tweeting him, he doesn't see my questions." I half-laughed. "But I'm not giving up until he finally tweets me back!"

Emily laughed along with me and quickly changed the subject. "Hey, did you finish that Italian work today?"

I rolled my eyes and pulled out a few sheets of paper out of my folder. "Do you ever do your own work?" I laughed at her.

"Hey, hey, hey! I do it...just not when you do!" She took the papers from me and shoved them into her folder. "Thanks a lot! I owe you one!"

"You owe me a lot more than ONE!" I teased. As we parted ways to our lockers, we waved goodbye and figured we'd probably talk later. I opened up my locker and stared at the pictures I had posted in there…all of them Criss. I stared for a few moments and lightly touched one of them with my fingers and sighed. I then realized that someone could be looking and stopped. I gathered what I needed from my locker and headed out the doors and rushed to get home. I didn't care what it took; I was going to be noticed by him. I was going to talk to Criss Angel.