Hey guys you may not know me but i am really new to this site and have written 2 storries for this site on vampire diaries. This is my first fanfic for Troy on this site. IDK this might be a one shot but if i get enough reviews from you guys it might become a full on 20 chapter story. So lets just see. So this story is partially based on the missed moments between Briseis and Achilles as well as(if the story continues) some out of story dialogue and chapters. I have plans to change things up a bit and probaly create an alternate ending. So until now enjoy please R and R. Thanks...

In a world where man has evolved...naw just kidding

This is serious...

Once upon a time, in ancient greek... Okay let me stop just kidding, just kidding.

Dusk settled the sky as achilless lay in bed with his young lover, taking in every feature on her beautifulluy sculpted face. There was no such thing as classic beauty, when it came to her own, for she had her own catergory, and her own distinctiveness which he could not have describe for the life of him. Ignoring basic instinct about the gods, he praised them for the radiant beauty who lay at his chest.

He never experienced a woman like this. Unlike the others who were so womanly built and reached their prime of abdolselence, she was delicate, like a flower. So small, so fragile so easy to break and bruise. Which is why when they first made love, he made sure of treating her body with gentleness, for it was certain it was her first time making love.

Of all the women who has laid in his bed, she was the one he cared for the most. There was something in her that he saw that no one else,not even herself, noticed. She was no dumb vixen, she was nothing like what she couldve been when he first saw her: a spineless wrench that he deserved to bed. She was a fighter, a intelligent young woman with untold beauty meant to anger the gods themselves, namely aphrodite.

The warrior in him cried foul as he stroked her cheek gently with the tip of his thumb.

"You're gonna keep me up all night if you continue to do that" said the small voice in front of whirlpools of brown eyes looked at him, briseis was awoke.

"Perhaps" Achilles began, "that is the goal", and with a grin he kissed, feeling the soft lips curve around his mouth bringing him peace once again into the warm balmy night.

Hours later, bresies awoke again to the sound of talking between men, she figured it was Achilles talking to his right hand man whose name she couldnt remember for the life of her. After stirring for awhile, she decided that it was to face the day and Achilles. Spending a few moment searching for her robe, breseis remembered with a pang, it was torn.

"You dont want this anymore do you" he asked softly,looking into her eyes.

Breseis glanced at the useless piece of rag she once called her virgin robes, they were no bother to her anymore. "no" she replied.

Effortlessly, he rolled her off his body, picked up the discarded dress, and ripped it into two without a second thought, looking dead in the eye at the same time.

"I wonder who Your gods feel about that"

"I can get you another robe if you want" said a deep, voice from behind. Breseis turned to face her lover, who, undoubtly, enjoyed the view of her bare back by the smirk he had on his face. Choosing to ignore this by mentally counting to ten, breseis answered "yes, that's a good idea".

Achilles studied Breseis for a moment, then shuffle to the other side of the room, and retreived a long brown shirt from the corner of his bed. Breseis flinched when he came near her, trying to hand her the shirt. She accepted, and took the shirt from him. Realizing she had to come from under the covers that hid her naked body, she paused.

"why do you fear me" he asked her hinting seriousness in his voice. She looked up, and immediately became mesmerized in the gray-blue eyes that were before her. It was like she was swimming in the sea, the water surrounding her body like satin, soothing her skin. She realized how stupid she sounded and snapped out of her transfixed state.

"No. I dont fear you" she answered.

Achilles cocked his neck to the side "then why do you hide your body from me, why do you pretent we never made love".

Breseis stared at the Golden Godlike creature in front of her with bewilderment as if he didnt already know her reason for behaving this way. How could she explain this to him? How could she tell him how... horrible she felt. She could never go back home and face her family whom she has dishonored in the most vile way. Men have died for her, and instead of prayer to the boatmen for their souls, she turned her back on them, and her body to Achilles. What happened last moonlight should be spat upon, not celebrated.

Achilles, sensing conflict in her, grabbed her hand, slowly bringing her to a stand in front of him. Moving one of the brown locks in front of her face and placing his hand on the sheet that she held on to so desparately, he said "there's not one place on your body my lips havent touched. No curved my finger hasnt already traced. No limb that hasnt already touched mine. If You feel ashamed, that's your sin, and i embrace it".

Locking his eyes onto hers, she slowly loosened her grip on the sheet. When her hand fell away, he tore the sheet from her body and kissed her.

Not a single thought in her mind made sense as she kissed the man responisble for the inner turmoil. Lightning played on her lips as she continued to crush his own. His hands roamed her body once more, and shuddeed fevershly against his touch. What ever happened last night mattered not as she embraced the new day. A new day with new adventures,. and prosperities.