Chapter One:

Pie

"Gabriel?" I called through my quiet apartment, after hearing a flutter of wings.

"Hey, Kit-Kat." Came his voice from behind me.

I spun on my heel, watching him approach. He often popped in like this, and I was almost used to it. I still jumped whenever he suddenly showed up next to me.

"What're you doing here?" I wondered, tone light, not intending to be mean. I walked passed him to look at the wooden coffee table, not seeing what I needed.

"What, you don't want me around?" He pouted.

"Of course I want you around." I chuckled. "I have work and I should have left already. If I could just find my keys."

I searched the couch cushions, pulling pillows off in case they were somewhere in one of the cracks.

"You mean these?" There was a jingling and when I turned, there were my keys.

"Did you have them the entire time?" I raised an eyebrow, leaning back on my right foot.

He smirked.

"Come on, Gabriel, I don't have time for this right now." I said impatiently.

He frowned, holding them out to me. Sighing thankfully, I reached forward to grab them, but was pulled into his chest. He kissed me tenderly, before I pulled back, grabbing the keys from his hand in the process.

I twisted out of his hold, heading to my bedroom to change into my work clothes. I heard Gabriel follow me, almost silently. But when I was fully in the room, I closed the door in his face with my strange ability of telekinesis. It wasn't very strong, but enough to lift small things and close doors.

Smirking, I threw my keys on my unmade bed and got my work clothes and changed into them. After grabbing my keys and turning to the door, I just about jumped out of my skin when I saw Gabriel standing at the door, a goofy grin on his face.

"I need to get you a bell or something." I said, hand over my heart, shaking my head.

He chuckled, his champagne eyes dancing in the light. "Oh, you love me."

"You sure?" I jested, smiling.

I walked forward, to exit my bedroom. When I passed Gabriel, I pecked him on the cheek and headed for the door.

"That's what you were saying all night-"

Heat immediately rushed to my cheeks, I stopped, turning on my heel to cover his mouth. My cheeks still beet red, I raised an eyebrow in a really? manner at him. When I believed he wouldn't continue, I removed my hand.

"Okay," I murmured. "I'm going to work now, good-bye."

I walked away and out the door, down to my silver 1970 Chevy Chevelle SS 454, which had been my father and my uncle's. They had built it together and I cherished the silver bullet.

As I had guessed, Gabriel was already in the passengers seat, sifting through my cassette tapes. I got in and Gabriel looked up at me.

"No need to be embarrassed, Kit-Kat." He told me, putting whatever cassette that was in his hand into the cassette player. "It isn't like I don't feel the same."

I smiled behind my hair, glad that he admitted more freely now than he had a year and a half ago. I turned the key and the engine roared to life.

At the small sit-in bakery near the edge of the small town, I parked my car in the back of the parking lot. Turning off my car, I glanced over to Gabriel, who was looking into the store.

"Bring me something home?" Gabriel asked.

"Can't you just snap your fingers?"

"I can, but fresh always tastes better."

"Okay." I nodded, grabbing my bag.

He kissed me on the head, and put our foreheads together.

My Grace. Gabriel thought over to me.

My Soul. I thought back, just as sweetly, smiling fondly.

To us, it was our form of "I love you" because we felt that term wasn't strong enough.

Getting out of the car and closing the door, I looked back in to see that Gabriel was gone with a flutter of his wings.

I went inside and was greeted by the owner, who was happy that I had arrived just in time. She was a nice older lady, who came in whenever she could, after all, all the recipes we used came straight from her. Her daughter was the manager, and was another sweet lady and always made me feel welcome.

Before I met Gabriel, and I had moved out here, I was all on my own and they had made me feel like family.

"Just pulled two fresh pies," Ann, the owner started. "Cherry and apple."

"Okay, thanks."

Her telling me was mostly so I could inform my customers that there was fresh available. Although, all were cooked this morning or later.

In the back, I met my co-worker and friend, Rory Freeman, who was a lean man about my age. He had started working here when he was just eighteen, to learn how to bake from the best in town. This place had been very lucky to him, he was able to learn what he loved to do and he had met his boyfriend here.

"Glad I have you with me this shift." Rory told me, smiling. "I hate working with the teenagers who only work here for alcohol money."

I laughed. "They're not all like that. Some of them are pretty nice."

"Tell that to the newbie who tried to get me to buy her alcohol." He scoffed.

"I never said there wasn't."

"So…" He paused, drawing out the 'o'. "Who was that who picked you up yesterday?"

I choked on air. I guess I hadn't been that sly yesterday.

"Come on, I tell you everything."

If I told you everything, you'd think I was crazy.

Deciding that a half lie, and half truth would get me out of this conversation, I said, "It was my boyfriend, Gabriel."

"Do tell."

The bell over the door rang, making me turn to look who came in. Two men, looking around the small bakery, walked in. One taller than the other, and resembling brothers.

"Ooh, look, customers."

"You're not getting out of this that easy." Rory told me, his tone low, so the customers couldn't hear.

"Watch me." I sang, watching as he turned to go to the kitchen, probably to get more food to put on display.

I saw as the two men took a seat near the front, in the corner booth. They both had this rugged, on-the-road look that made me suspect that they were hunters passing through town. I walked over, with two of the menus in hand, and with getting a closer look I could almost one-hundred percent say that they were hunters.

"Hello," I smiled in greeting. "My name is Kathryn and I'll be your server today. Anything I can get you to drink?"

"No, I'm here because I hear rumors about the pie." Said the one with shorter hair.

I chuckled, "The pie is very good."

"Awesome," He glanced down at the menu.

"Cherry and apple are fresh out of the oven." I informed him.

"I'll have one of each then." He grinned at me, like a kid at Christmas.

I nodded, turning to the other one. "And for you, sir?"

"Can I just have a blueberry muffin?"

"Of course." I smiled again, politely. "I'll be right back with that."

I disappeared into the kitchen, getting two plates and asked the main chef, Riley, if I could get a blueberry muffin and a slice of cherry and apple pie. Not five minutes later, I walked back out with both plates.

"Here you are." I placed them on the table. "Anything else?"

"Nope." The one with shorter hair, his mouth already full of apple pie. "This is amazing."

"Please, excuse my brother. He's a bit-"

"It's okay," I chuckled. "I get customers like him all the time."

He just smiled in thanks and started on his muffin and pulled out a newspaper. I walked off, going to the kitchen to get a glass of water, trying my best to avoid Rory.

I went back to the customers when I figured they would be done, and sure enough, both of them were. I gave them the check and went to tend to another customer.

They left not five minutes after, driving away in an Impala.