Pierce stood by the kitchen sink, looking out the window at the graveyard. The fallen angel marked the spot where his body lay. Pierce sighed, and the curtains moved slightly. He heard the sound of paws padding along the floor and he turned to find Rex, the orange kitten staring at him.
He crouched and reached a hand out toward the kitten, but it immediately hissed at him and flew into the back living room. He was still crouching when Rachel walked into the room, groceries in her hands. He stood to his full height and moved out of her way as she set the bags on the counter. He moved closer to her to see what she was unpacking from the bags. Tomatoes, cheese, and quite a few vegetables left him smiling.
He had never tried a pizza but the smell of them made him wish he had a physical body to try one. He also wished he could brush the hair back from Rachel's eyes as she stooped to put the vegetables in the crisper. He backed up to the table and sat on the end of it, watching the witch move about the kitchen, putting everything away. She was graceful when she didn't think she was watching. If Pierce had had a heart, he knew it would be pounding.
He was so concerned for the witch. She was playing with fire, dealing with that demon, and he wished he could warn her. But he was reduced to a mere breeze and changing her ringtone. He noticed her purse sitting on the counter next to the almost empty grocery bags. Lying beside her purse was her cell phone. Grinning to himself, he pushed off of the table and crossed to the phone. When Rachel moved out into the hall to go to her room, he concentrated and picked the phone up.
It was hard to move objects, but the phone was small enough. With enough concentration, he flipped through the songs on her phone and picked "Born to be Wild" as the ringtone and quickly set the cell back on the counter before Rachel came back in. When she did, she had removed her coat and shoes, and wore a tank top that showed off enough of her arms and chest that Pierce quickly looked away, embarrassed.
She had no idea he was here, watching her. He wished he could talk to her again. She had been quite a woman back when she had given him a temporary body, and she was even more so now. He moved next to her, at least able to breathe in her scent. As he concentrated on her, Rex came padding into the kitchen again, and stopped in her tracks to stare at him. Rachel looked down at the kitten and moved a step toward her. Rex hissed, and bolted for the sanctuary.
Rachel sighed, and slumped against the counter, looking out the window.
Pierce followed her gaze and saw the fallen angel again. The realization that she was staring at his grave without even knowing it made Pierce sad. She was attracted to his final resting place without knowing it. He knew they had a connection, he just wished he could use it to communicate with her.
He laid a hand on Rachel's shoulder and watched as she shivered, bringing her sweater closer to herself. If he could have cried, Pierce would have. He feared that he loved the woman.