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The Beautiful Ones	By : TaimaMarie Category: Individual Celebrities > Criss Angel Views: 1682 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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AN: Ero, I’ve never dyed my hair black, because everyone thought it would look too much like a wig. I want to, though. My hair is naturally a dark brown. Currently I have it dyed red, but I use that shampoo formulated for brown hair so it mutes it a little bit and looks more natural.
Argh, I’m seriously hoping I’m not in trouble. I still don’t know, I might not know until Monday. Depends on who else is in trouble and who else is talking. Yaaaay for reading original stuff! LOL. And, by the way, I LOVE your J.D. fic. He’s so deliciously wonderful.
Well, guys, last chapter. I wasn’t going to end it like this, but I think Criss and Cass deserve it, don’t you? It is pretty sappy, so I’m sorry for that. I am thinking of writing another C.A fic, but I don’t know. The song for this chapter is Wonderwall. Now we all know (and love) the Oasis version. But the version I’m thinking of is the one by Ryan Adams. Go listen to it PLEASE and you will totally understand all of this!

Criss sat on the floor, his back to the wall. Hammie crawled into his lap. He ignored the ball of purring fluff and continued to stare at the wall opposite him. Stanley the Bunny was sitting next to him. His eyes burned from lack of sleep, and his limbs felt heavy with exhaustion.

But he knew that even if he lay down, he wouldn’t sleep. He couldn’t sleep, knowing that she was leaving. Knowing that he had lost the one thing in his life that had made it real. Living this glamorous life had left him empty in a way that he hadn’t understood until there was Cassandra.

“I miss you. I miss you so much already.” He said to the still air. “I’m going to miss you in all the ways that you never thought possible. I know that it won’t matter because you won’t see me missing you, but I already miss you.”

Across town, in The Majestic, Cassandra was putting the last of her things in her suitcase.

“Come on Stanley, let’s go.” She reached over her pillow and startled when her hand found only empty air. Right, she’d given him to Criss. She was regretting it now. The trip to wherever it was she was headed now was going to be that much harder without her faithful fuzzy companion.

Cassandra shook her head and lifted her suitcase. She headed towards the door and switched off the lights. She stepped into the hallway without even glancing over her shoulder. She wanted to leave this all behind her without a second thought. She just wanted to be gone.

“Miss Cassandra Gabrielle?” the clerk asked as she was walking out. She turned to look at him expectantly. The past couple days he had come to know her well, know that she ordered in Chinese and pizza, know that she didn’t know how to live here on her own.

“Yes?”

“Someone left an envelope for you. Said to make sure you had it if you looked like you were leaving.” He was an elderly little gentleman with snowy white hair and wrinkled skin. When he learned her name, he had smiled and said that it had been his own daughter’s name. Cassandra.

“Really? How old is she?” even though she hadn’t felt very talkative that day, Cassandra had felt that she owed it to the man to be pleasant.

“She would have been thirty tomorrow.” There was a silence between them, and she had smiled sympathetically. Ever since, the old man had made it his especial duty to make sure Cass was taken care of.

“Did they?” Cass walked over to the desk and held out her hand. A large manila envelope, unmarked, was put in her hand. She frowned at the heavy weight in her hand. She tore it open and gasped.

There was a photograph, a slip of paper, and a set of keys. Cass poured the contents on the counter. The keys were to her car, the one she’d driven all the way to Vegas. God, she’d almost forgotten about it. The slip of paper had Criss’s hastily scribbled writing on it.

“Thought you might like some wheels home, Cass.
-C. Angel.”

Cassandra put the note in her pocket and picked up the photograph. It was the two of them out in Dimitra’s yard, pulling weeds. They were looking at each other and smiling. There was dirt on her forehead, and he was shirtless and sweating. The old woman must have taken it when neither one of them was paying any attention.

But it wasn’t the dirt or the sweat that caught Cassandra’s attention. It wasn’t even the fact that the illusionist was shirtless. It was the way they were smiling. It was the light in her eyes. She hadn’t ever had a light like that before.

“Oh, God.” She moaned.

“What?” the clerk looked up. “What is it? Is something wrong?”

“I’ve made an awful mistake. I have to go. Thank you!” she grabbed her keys and hurried out.

The valet brought her car around. It had been restored to even better condition than she’d driven it down in. Cass sat behind the wheel and inhaled the smell that was so familiar to her.

“I have to get him.” She told her car, sticking her key in the ignition and turning the key. Going almost dangerously fast she rushed towards The Luxor. Her heart pounded in her ear. The picture was in her hand still, and she kept glancing down at it as she rushed.

**

Criss pulled his knees up to his chest. He wanted to close his eyes and pretend this whole day never happened. There was suspicious sound of footfalls outside his door.

The door burst open, and Criss knew he must be dreaming because Cassandra was standing before him, smelling like Las Vegas sunshine and looking frantic. Certain that it wasn’t real, he let his legs fall down as he stared up at her. She fell to her knees in front of him.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She babbled. “I don’t want to leave. I changed my mind. Is it too late? Can I come home?”

“It’s never too late.” Criss said softly. “You can come home if you want. I’ll forgive you if you forgive me.”

“Of course I do!” Was she crying? She must have been before those felt like tears on his neck. Her arms were thrown around him, and she was holding on so tightly, he could feel it. Sometimes Criss hated such realistic dreams.

“Don’t cry, Cassie. I hate it when you cry.” He murmured. What was the harm in allowing himself to enjoy this dream? He hugged her tightly, enjoying this scent of her. He didn’t want to open up his eyes and see that she wasn’t really there.

“I promise you right now, I’ll never leave again. Okay? Okay, Criss?” she was sniffled and sobbing.

“Okay,”

“Criss---,” JD stepped in and stared at the two of them on the floor. “Cassandra. I thought you were leaving.”

“No. She’s not.” Criss said softly. “She’s never leaving me again, because she loves me.”

“Oh,” JD leaned against the door way.

“I love dreaming. I suppose I’ll see you every night this way now. Because you really drove away in your car that I fixed up for you, because you didn’t want to be with me.”

“Criss?” Cass pulled away from him. “You’re… You’re not dreaming. I’m really here. See?” she caught one of her tears on her finger tip and put it to his lips. His tongue darted out and lapped at it. The salt burned.

“Oh. Oh!” he stood up, holding her. He spun her around and started to laugh. Even JD had to smile at his brother’s elated antics.
“You’re really here! You’re not leaving.”

“No. No, I’m not.” She smiled at him from her comfortable position locked in his arms. “I’m never ever going to leave you again. I’m so tired of running. I want to stay with you.”

“I’ll help you.” He stopped spinning, put her down. “I’ll help you figure everything out. You don’t have to be scared of yourself. You don’t ever have to run again.”

“I love you,” she bent to kiss his lips.

“I love you too.”
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