This fanfic is for that reviewer who asked me for a Briseis and Achilles fanfic so here it is, I don't own any of the characters from Troy. Plus don't own seether lyrics. Peace y'all.

The cries of the forgotten and the fear of the lost could not compare to the gut wrenching pain that Briseis felt as Achilles eyes closed.

Don't leave me, please don't leave me. I need you, how could you leave me! You're skin is still warm and I fought to be with you. We were happy, I was happy and you came back for me. You loved me I know it, you wouldn't have come back if you didn't. I didn't doubt that you did, I was just scared that something, anything would have stopped you from getting here in time. But you made it, you did and you saved me. In so many ways, I love you...I love you...don't forget me. Or your child, and don't worry when he's older and stronger I'll show him the love the once gave me, he'll be proud of his father, he'll know your name. I can't breath, this is so cruel...wait for me.

I shall, for eternity.

How could the gods do this to me. I have been torn, I have been mistreated, and you have taken so much away from me yet I still worship you. No more, I worship you no more. DO YOU HEAR ME! NO MORE! You have taken the only thing left dear to me in this world and don't think I'm ever getting over it, ever. I will have my vengeance, and no god will stand in my way.
Paris pulled the tear soaked Briseis down the tunnel with the few survivors from the ruins that were once Troy. They all stumbled along, Paris still hadn't let go of Briseis whose sobs had halted to a crushing silence. He wouldn't look at her and Briseis refused to look at him.

The darkness that was the tunnel was pierced by the few torches that were fastened to the wall. Each torch fire glinted on the dagger in Paris's belt, Briseis's eyes closed in on it. The pain she felt could be eased in the slightest of ways by her cousin's death. She wasn't thinking straight, her world of peaceful worship had been stripped away to a world where she was violated, beaten and loved by no one. The dagger seemed like such a good idea.
The body of the great Achilles was burning for all to see but only Odysseus had seen the face of the soldier burning. The face of a young foolish man who had been killed near the site of the bloodied Achilles. All looked on then lowered their heads for they thought that the life of Achilles the warrior was done...but he had someone to find, she was waiting and if he didn't make tracks soon she would for all eternity.

Don't leave me....

I wanted you to know that i love the you laugh,

i wanna hold you high and steal your pain away,

because i'm broken

when i'm lonesome

and i don't feel right when you're gone away,

you've gone away, you don't feel me anymore.