Bellasera- As for the time and place...The place is rural France. Period? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ In my mind, it shifts between medieval and regular poto time. So as of right now, ambiguous, but imma let you know when I figure it out.

Leona-Thanks! There is going to be a lot fluffy cute shit and it's gonna be gr8 m8.

Melstife, FireRuby, and Not A Ghost3, I read all your reviews multiple times and every time they just bring a smile to my face.

I'm gonna try to do 600-800 words per chapter and for me my greatest struggle is short chapters. Ahhh! I wrote the outline for the fic and its gr8 and angst and so many good things comin' down the pipeline.

So they headed off to the forest, going around the village as to not let the townspeople see Erik and his mask. It was sunset now and the light was dimming. With every passing moment it was getting harder and harder to see, at least for Christine. Both were caked in dirt and mud and the brambles stuck to their clothes as they walked on the forest floor.

"Erik?" She finally spoke.

"Yes, Christine?"

"I'm sorry about the mess I made," she looked at him, his gaze was looking forward, not meeting her eye.

"Well, it's better than hell," he retorted.

She would put "better than hell" on her list of accomplishments..

As they continued their walk, something grabbed Christine. Erik was a few paces ahead when he heard her scream.

"Help me!" She shrieked, tugging on her caught dress. She couldn't see who grabbed her, the sun had set and with no lantern she was blind as a bat. Erik came running and saw Christine, in the dirt, howling as if the devil was on her tail, and having her dress caught on a broken tree branch.

"What are you doing standing there?! Help me!"

"Christine. Your attacker is a tree branch." He said, rolling his eyes.

"Oh."

He quickly set her free from the branch and she didn't say a word for fear that she'd die of embarrassment, until they reached the gypsy caravan. Or where it used to be.

"They're gone," she whispered, clutching at her heart.

"Damn," he stooped down to inspect the tracks, "They didn't leave too long ago. If we leave now…" Then he looked up at Christine, covered in dirt and muck, her hair matted, and her dress ripped and knew that they couldn't leave tonight.

"Do you have someplace we could stay?" He asked.

"I have a room above the tavern, but it's really small and it would be improper for you to sleep in the same room." She said huffily.

"Improper? Aren't we, as you said, soulmates?" he smirked at her.

"I'm sure we're so in love that we share a bed even?"

Now that earned him a kick in the unmentionables.

"How dare you! We are not soulmates and I am not a harlot," she said as he was on the ground, writhing in pain, "You can sleep in the stable with all the other animals."

Christine went into her room and quickly heat up some water for a bath. As she started packing for the journey ahead, her thoughts raced.

My soulmate? Hardly, more like a brute. Why am doing this? Oh right, because I made a deal with the devil. What about my job? My lodgings? Does Erik have money to pay for this? I spent all mine creating this mess… Will we have to camp in the woods? Me? Alone with Erik?

While Christine packed, Erik set off to find his buried money. He did make a great deal of money, illegal ventures were lucrative. He had buried money in locations in case he needed to make a run for it. Unfortunately, he died before he could use the money. Erik dug up the bag full of coins and quickly pocketed it in his waistcoat. Now they could actually get food and supplies. He now had time to think.

My God, is this my purgatory? To revisit the Earth and find an angel saying we're soulmates. She's gonna be mad about that comment for the whole trip. Worth it though. God and to have to seek out the gypsies? I wish I could die all over again. I should feel grateful for this second chance at life, but I'm not. Now I just feel lost. But Christine… My God. Little spitfire that one.

As Erik settled into the hay beside the animals and Christine slipped under ragged quilts, the town grew quiet and still. Everyone was asleep, except two souls, whose thoughts kept them up.