First off this is a remix of my True Blood story Lilith, so there are no vampire hunters, no body being locked in a basement at an early age, no hating between too parties. This is also a mixture of SVM and TB so everyone can be happy. On a final note there will be bits of historical portions, some may not be actually accurate but I will try my best. I did do some research before starting both stories. It has been a while since I have wrote so please bare if there are some grammar issues. That is all!

All characters (except Lilith, Akantha, and their family) belong to Ms. Harris/Mr. Ball &HBO. I am not in any way shape or form affiliated.

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It was the bloodiest battle of his life, there were bodies on the ground, some were screaming in pain. Eric had just pulled his sword out of a now dead man, scanning his murderous surroundings. It was then he saw her, slicing a man's neck with one of her daggers. She was almost covered in blood, her body shaking from adrenaline. They, along with both his and her army, have been fighting ambushers for what seemed forever. If it was just him, Eric would have been in deep trouble, but he had Bulgarian Amazons on his side, and they fought harder then any man combined. Akantha looked at her Viking warrior, please with both she and him. She always loved a good battle, it was in her blood. She was a little disappointed that it had to end; she was having a good time! Wiping fresh blood off her face, smearing her black war paint, even had a taste of it. Placing the dagger in its holding place she walked up to him, smiling like she won a grand prize.

"Idiots!" she declared, speaking to him in his native tongue but her Bulgarian accent bled through. "Do they not know not to ambush in the clear open? Amateurs." Eric could not help but grin at his little fire ball, he just loved the little spark in her beautiful blue eyes when she goes on a killing spree. Now that it was all over they can finally continue their journey back to his home, where the women can get what they needed and travel back. However, Eric had other things in mind with Akantha, he was planning to ask her to stay behind and be with him. He had done what he needed, and now he wished settle down, have a family, and she was it. Since the death of his wife he thought he would not find another, one that would fit his fighting streak and his since of adventure, but Akantha possessed all these traits and more. His grin soon faded, seeing a wounded ambusher aiming to shoot an arrow at her.

"Akantha, watch out!" he warned, she quickly grabbed the arrow and kicked the man to the ground. She was about to stab him but the ambusher caught her to it, stabbing right in her stomach, and twisted to go deeper. Blood spewed out of her mouth, falling to the ground.

"No!" Eric yelled, sliding his sword out to fight the now standing man. They fought for a good while till they were almost out of breath. As the ambusher fell back down Eric hovered over him, aiming the sword to his throat. Not even giving him any last words he stabbed him severely, wanting this murderer of his love to suffer. Once he got his revenge he ran to the shaking Akantha, coughing out blood and holding the dagger.

"Eric…E-Eri," she stuttered.

"Shh, I'm here lover," he told her softly, gently holding her against his large frame. He pulled the dagger out, holding his hand against the wound to help hold the blood. "Just hold on, they will come back. We'll find a settlement to help your wounds…please hold on." Eric was not one to cry, he thought crying was weak, but seeing her there, turning lifeless before his eyes after he just found her, it was becoming too much to bare.

"Eric," Akantha breathed, chocking a little for air. "You…you have to…go."

"No, I'm not leaving you," he told her, letting a few tears leak out of his eyes. "You're going to be fine."

"No I'm not…and you know it," she replied weakly. "Even if they…get back, I still will not…make it…just let go." More tears leaked out of his eyes, he hated this to happen but his heart was breaking. She was losing too much blood.

"Please," he prayed to his gods to spare her but he knew it was too late. "We'll be together again my love. We will be reunited." Akantha was wheezing and coughing, but not without cupping his face one last time. He watched her spirit leave her body as her eyes rolled back and breathed out her last breath. Her body went limp, dropping her hand off his cheek, she was gone. Eric did not care if it made him feel weak, he cried at the loss of his warrior beloved. Clinging her lifeless body against him, crying against her neck, he didn't noticed both his men and her warriors came back after chasing a few other ambushers. He was in some sort of trance; he didn't feel her warriors gently take her body away from him even though he clung to it for a while longer. His men pulled him up, telling him they had to go. He nodded, seeing the Amazons wrap her body in a fur blanket with tears in their eyes, they did just lose their queen after all. They didn't follow them to get supplies, what was the point? They had a funeral to prepare in their own ways. Eric meant it when he told her they would be together again, he prayed that the gods spared her and allowed her to Valhalla.

He didn't know that a few months later he would be wounded in battle, and become vampire shortly after that by the hands of a young boy. That was long ago, over a thousand years exact. He still thought of her, his Amazon warrior.