Disclaimer - I don't own Spartacus blood and sand. But if I did. Neavia would have kicked Lucretia's ass.

1 - Just for her.


Could she be more perfect, could her laugh be more brighter. Neavia is his everything. Before her it was only blood and sand. Murder or be murdered. It was survival. Nothing seemed real than the brother ship between the gladiators. But when they're forced to fight each other there was nothing but a sword to defend their honer. And the brother ship that they had bound, meant nothing. That's how Crixus life was. Fighting, sex and lot's of more. But when he saw the beautiful woman named Neavia. That's when his life became more then sex and blood. More then the fucking sand beneath him. That's when he fell in love. He would do everything. Everything he can to keep her. But when she was taking away. His whole life fell apart. She is his heart. And without a heart, he would be a machine. He didn't want to live like a machine. He refused to. He wanted to be pure, but he could only be such thing, when he had his Neavia in his hand. Even if it cost him his life. He would never ever stop. Before holding her in his arms. Kill them all..

Just for her.