Disclaimers: I own neither the characters in Troy, I don't really know who they belong to seeing that Homer is long gone, nor do I own Buffy or ant other character from Buffy the vampire slayer or Angel, you see they happen to belong to Joss Weldon (sp?)
Before you read this you must know what changes I have made in the plot line, you see I have mixed both the film and the books and changed somethings so that my story will work. First of, Achilles and Briseis were not in love, however she and Patroclus were. So when he was killed Achilles promise to keep her safe, and she loves Achilles as a brother. But even if Achilles wasn't in love with her his pride was hurt when Agamemnon took her, so he still refused to fight. Secondly the Gods play a bigger part in this story then in the film, but a much smaller then in the Iliad. Oh and the story takes place after the final episode of season four of BtVS.
PS. Word on my computer doesn't work the way it should so I have no spell check or anything! Consider yourselves warned! =P
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"You don't honestly expect me to marry you? I hardly know you. I mean, where are you from? Who are your parents? Do you have any siblings? How come you became a warrior? I don't know you. And you sure the hell don't know me, so why would you want to marry me?" Buffy asked, almost in hysteria.
"Men and women usually never meet until they marry. My mother had never seen my father before the wedding." Achilles told her, not sure why she acted so strangely to his propsal. Women all over Greece would be extremely happy if he asked for his hand in marriage.
"And they are happily married? Love eachother?" Buffy asked.
"Marriage is not about love. Marriage is about power and money." The hero explained.
"Then why would you marry me?! I have none of that!"
"You have great beauty and I am in no need of money. There are always more wars to fight and get rich in. But you have beauty that rival the Goddess Aphrodite."
"So you want to marry me cause you think I'm hot? What about when I get old and wrinkled? Honestly that is no foundation for a good marriage, besides I'm to young to marry! I have only have two 'real' boyfriends."
"I want to marry you. You will give me many strong children."
"Hey, I am not giving birth to any kids! I'm 18! Besides I'm not going through the pain of giving birth. No way. –And I have to find a way home. My friends need me there."
"I will take you..."
"No you can't. I'm not marring you, and I'm not going to be your slave! I'm the slayer, a warrior."
"Then join my Myrmidons."
"You fight in wars. I don't kill humans. I almost killed one once, but that was 'cause I needed Faith's blood, 'sides she is evil and I'm not doing it again."
"Then where will you go?"
"I don't know..."
After that a silence fell in the tent, until Briseis entered, carrying with her fresh fruit and milk for breakfast, wearing a neutral expression on her face until Buffy spoke to her.
"Is there any chance you have any cloths I could borrow? Mine are rather wripped and bloody..."
"Of course my lady."
"What?" Buffy asked confused until she noticed how she was still Achilles' arms in which he had gathered her when she had spoken of Faith, he without any cloths, and added, "It's not what it looks like!"
"I don't understand."
"Never mind, he and I? We are not like that. Could you bring me some cloths?" Buffy asked quietly.
As Briseis left the two began to eat in uncomforable silence, which never seemed to end when finally the once Apollonian priestess re-entered giving Buffy a beautiful dark blue toga, while she handed Achilles one of the same fabric. And as she saw Buffy looking comepletely lost at the fabric, a smile crept up on Briseis' lips as she walked over to the blond and helped her put it on. When Achilles rose to leave the tent he gestured for Buffy to follow him, which she reluctantly did, but also taking Briseis' hand and lead her with her.
Outside of the tent he placed a kiss on her cheek and whispared in her ear it was for safety as he left and Buffy's eyes fell on two men in full armour watching the two of them. For a second Buffy waited looking at Achilles retreating form before she herself began to walk towards the the beach. A few minutes walk away from the camp Buffy sat down looking out over the blue and greek sea in front of her.
She sat there only looking out thinking about her friend and how the hell she was supposed to get home. How would her friends know where she was and how would they be able to get her home. As far as she could tell she would just have to try to do the best of the situation. By midday she returned to the camp, but she had not gone far before a large man, larger then any man she had ever seen advanced her, looking at her with an almost insane expression. "And who do you belong to little one?"
Buffy looked at him, with an confused expression before she answered, "No one."
"Now you belong to me." He informed her taking a hard grip around her wrist, and began to drag her after him.
"Who the hell do you think you are?! Leave me alone! Fuck are all men here neandertals? Leave me alone!" She yelled at him before kicked him, causing him to losen his grip and giving her a chance to break free and glare at him.
"God, what is your problem?!" She yelled at him the to herelf muttered annoyingly, "And I thought Angel was annoying when he went into his 16th century gentelmen thing, but it's a hell of alot eaier to deal with then this."
As she said this she noticed the other men around them laughing, which caused the other man to raise his hand as if to strike her only to find a blade pressed against his neck, belonging to Achilles.
"Touch what is mine again and you won't survive it." And with that he let his sword drop and walked of, not even looking over at Buffy. She however wouldn't have it and quickly followed him.
"What do you think you are doing?! I can take care of myself you know!"
"Not in this camp and not without a sword. You are a woman with no father, brother or husband. Or even owner since you refuse my brand. This will probably turn into a roumor and you will be safer. But don't leave my tent without Briseis or one of my men or at least a knife in the future if you plan to wander around amongs the soldiers." He ordered her with a voice mixed of anger and worry.
"I was hungry! I was looking for food." She informed him, her eyes filled with defience.
"Come with me to Odysseus and eat." He said this placing his arm gentely around her waiste as he began to lead the way.
Entering the tent an middle age man, greeted them with a smile on his lips, and as his eyes fell on the blond slayer he looked up at Achilles questioningly.
"And who is this fair creature, my friend?"
"Buffy" The blond intoduced before Achilles had a chance to earning herself a glare from him, which she chose to ignore. "I'm Buffy Summers."
At her odd behaviour the man chuckled slightly before he once again turned to his friend. "And where may I ask have you found this lovely woman?"
"In Troy, she fought of seven of our soldiers before we were able to capture her. No money or power, yet she refuse to be my wife." Achilles told his old friend with a small smile.
"And would you hurt our hero in such way?" Odysseus asked with a friendly tone.
"He gave me the offer to become his slave or his wife, neither very promising so I turned both down. But I am thinking about to fight under him as one of his soldiers until I can return home as he proposed this morning."
"You would place a woman among your men?"
"She is very skilled in the arts of war and as a healer. You saw my wounded foot, not there is no trace of the wound left."
"She must be have been aided by a God my old friend, or be of one's blood."
"Nope, no mum or dad God. 100% human." Buffy told them with a teasing smile, reminding them of her presence.
That night Buffy insisted on sleeping in among his many female slaves in the slave quarters.
As she entered the room, she was surprised to see so many beautiful women in the room, all almost equally beautiful as Briseis, with dark long hair, mysterious brown eyes, either tall or petit and all watched Buffy with great interesst as she entered.
"Where do I sleep?" The slayer asked, slightly uncomfortable by all the glances fastened on her.
"Why are you not sleeping with his lordship?" Briseis suddenly asked her.
"Well, seeing that he was slightly drunk, and it's safest to keep away from an horney and drunk guy."
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So.. happy? I'm continueing both my Buffy/Troy fics at the moment at least since both were so liked. Though I must say my personal fav is "A slayer in the temple o Apollo", but since I got so many reviews ( =D )from so many people wanting me to continue bothm, so I will! So you all better keep sending me the reviews if you want me to keep on writing =PAnd to all you who sent me one, please continue! I need to know that you are still reading and liking it, if make any turns in the plot that you dislike or well hopefully love =P