Achilles and Briseis were so cute in the movie...I had to write a fanfic about them!! This is my first Troy one, so don't be too harsh!! Please review!! I love reviews!! It's gonna be different from the movie though...very different.

Love to Love

Chapter 1

"Walk faster, yeh whore!"

Briseis moved her bleeding feet faster. The slave driver was eyeing her carefully, whip ready in hand. She kept her head down; her eyes averted, and tried to look as small as possible.

"Yeh new owners ain't gonna take to yeh if yeh can't do what yer told, yeh piece of filth!"

She clenched her teeth. The man was trying to provoke her, trying to get any reason to whip her. "No, I mustn't retaliate!" she thought firmly. Suddenly, she bumped into the slave in front of her. It seemed that everyone had stopped walking. "What's going on?" she thought, slightly confused. Standing on her tiptoes, she looked above the heads of many others, to the front of the line. She could distinctly make out a majestic man dressed in warrior garb talking to the slave driver. It appeared that the man was going to buy slaves. "Don't pick me, please don't pick me," she pleaded in her head.

The man walked down the line of slaves, surveying each of them. He stopped at each and questioned them, then moved on to the next one. When the man stopped at Briseis, she trembled violently, and told herself to do anything to ensure she would not be sold.

"What is your name?" the man asked.

Briseis did not answer him, determined to stay silent.

"I said, "the man thundered, his tone becoming harsh, "What is your name? Answer me!"

"Did you not hear him, you stupid wench?" The slave driver threatened, brandishing his whip.

Briseis summoned all her courage, and spat at him. Immediately, the whip came thrashing down, blinding her for a moment, before the pain set in. Her face, already scarred by the repeated whippings, began to bleed afresh. The slave driver raised the whip again, but the man grabbed it and threw it to the ground.

"I wish no ill will upon you, slave driver, but I say, if you whip her again, I shall have to kill you." The man said, firmly. "I will take this slave girl. Here is the correct amount of money."

The slave driver, looking stunned, nodded, untied Briseis' hands, and threw her to the man. The man grabbed her arm firmly, and walked with her over to his horse.

"My name is Achilles," he said, saddling up his horse. "You are to be my slave girl, and do as I wish."

He looked at her, contemplating the girl. She was pretty, he decided. Even with all the scars and blood, one could see the beauty underneath it. Her eyes were large and brown, and had a deeply intelligent but sorrowful glint in them. He tore his eyes away from them to survey her mouth. Her lips were a bit torn and bleeding, but other than that, they were perfect. They were rosy and fresh, and he was sure they were very malleable. Her cheeks were as plump as a child's, but her face showed wisdom. Her hair was the same colour as her eyes, brown with soft curls. What a good choice he made!

"Normally," he addressed Briseis, "I would have you walk alongside my horse. However, seeing that your feet are bleeding, and you look very tired, I will allow you to ride my horse instead. Does that comfort you?"

Briseis still said nothing, although grateful for his kindness.

"You are spunky, "he chuckled. "I like that." He lifted her up with one swift motion, and set her on his horse. "My, you are light. What did they feed you?"

Briseis, who settled on the horse comfortably, decided that he at least deserved an answer to that question. Besides, she thought: if this is the great Achilles, the slayer of my people, I could do well to trick him and maybe even kill him. "They didn't feed me," she said at last, her voice trembling. "I stole food from the dogs."

"Spunky AND resourceful!" he joked. "You realize that I am the great Achilles? I could kill you with one swift motion of my sword, I could choke you with my hand, or I could throw you to my men? I have killed many before. Are you not frightened of me?"

Briseis shook her head, which was drooping slightly from the sleep that threatened to take over her. "There is nothing to fear but fear itself," she murmured sleepily.

Quite a smart thing to say, Achilles thought. He looked back at her: she was so small, sitting there on top of his gigantic horse! "What an interesting girl," he muttered. Briseis did not answer. She was already fast asleep, and for once, she dreamt peacefully.

So...how was it? Please review, people, so I can keep writing this stuff!! Chapter 2 will be coming along shortly if ya'll review review review!!

-enjorli