What if Briseis wasn't the priestess of Troy but a slave girl given to Achilles before the Events of The Trojan War. And what if Achilles hadn't died?

The slave thing isn't the same as it is in the movie…

It's Going To Be Love

They took her away from her home of Troy where she was a slave girl still but they treated her better. Briseis of Troy was a lovely girl with brown eyes and matching hair that was chestnut and curly but not unruly. She had been sleeping on the cold, stone floor for the last 3 nights, alone and with very little clothing. She was young, the age of 20 to be exact. Her nights were restless since the guards had a fond need to touch her, not on the shoulder but in her intimate areas and a couple had tried to have their way with her but none had succeeded. She was afraid to sleep anymore. She was going for 24 hours without sleep, with fear they would do it again.

She was on the floor now, staring at the moon through the bars to the outside world when she heard the annoying banging on the bars where the door was. "Wake up whore." She heard the guard call her, it was normal to hear that on a daily basis. When Briseis turned, the guard was standing there with a built man with blonde locks that ended just above his shoulders and blue eyes that looked like they had seen to much in his young life. "Don't call her that. No woman deserves it." He said sternly to the guard as he opened the door. He walked in and came closer to Briseis. She became instantly scared, which he had expected.

"From that, I assume they didn't treat you well. Like I ordered." The man said, staring angrily at the guard who seemed to get smaller under the man's intense stare. "C'mon girl. I'm taking you back to my home in Greece." The man said as he picked Briseis up in his arms and held her without any real strength. "You need to ear more." He said into Briseis's ear as he cradled her like you would a baby. Briseis fell limp in his arms, sleeping peacefully. The man held her out her arm, right where the wrist connected with the upper arm, there were burn marks.

"Seem to have a habit with burning her do you?" The man said as he kicked the guard and left the jail cell, carrying his new slave. She was very beautiful if you ignored the bags under her eyes which made him wonder the last time she had a good night sleep. She was short and slender but he could tell, if she ate, she would have a curvy shape. He felt her snuggle into his broad chest, and he felt a tingle he hadn't felt in a long time. He was planning on spending time in his home in Greece, he wasn't ready to go to war yet until his emotional wounds healed.

Female company could make that process quicker and more enjoyable. The boat was set to leave in another 30 minutes which gave them enough time to gather his belongings and get her a bed on the ship. She had to sleep in the bottom deck with the others while he slept above in a room made for the richest payer. The last war had paid him well. He wasn't able to get another room for the girl and he had expected her to be less pretty than she was. He felt her breathing become rapid and calm again. She was having nightmares; he knew that feeling.

He remembered the faces of the men he killed, the thousands he did. And the worse part of it was, that he didn't regret it, not even a little bit. The ship was a little distance away when Briseis started to wake. Her eyes adjusted to the rising sun. She realized that someone was carrying and immediately leaped from the arms. The man who had rescued her was the one carrying her. "I suppose that would happen. You should know my name. I am Achilles of Greece. And if my sources are true, you are Briseis?" Achilles asked Briseis as she recoiled violently from him.

She looked into his blue eyes again before her legs sent her running as fast as she could. Briseis never felt her legs take her faster like it did until now. But Achilles was still fast enough to catch her by the hair and tugged her over when he slammed her into the wall. His eyes were fiery and angry as Briseis expected to be struck. Seeing how built his body was, it was going to hurt. A lot. He did slap her but took her chin into his hand and squeezed hard, getting her to look at him.

"Do that again and you're praying for a death wish. Especially in these streets. Let's go." Achilles said in a stern voice as he grabbed her hand and it felt good, like it was suppose to be there. Achilles' held her hand so tight that it started to cut off her circulation which made her hand slightly purple. When Achilles did notice, he made his hold a little less force, but only a little. Briseis saw the huge ship which made her get nervous and excited at the same time. "Never been on a ship have you Briseis?" Achilles asked as he walked up the stairs with Briseis right behind him.

"No."

"Ah, she speaks. Such a lovely voice sweet angel, speak again." Achilles said as he showed her around the ship such as where he would be staying and, much against his will, showing her where she would be sleeping. The bottom stairwell was wet with something that Briseis didn't want to know about. Achilles looked at the conditions and frowned. As much as he didn't want to send Briseis down there, he couldn't have her spend the night with him. One, it was cramped enough and second, he didn't know if he could trust himself with a beautiful girl like her.

"I'll wake you in the morning." Achilles said as he combed her hair slightly with his hand. It was an intimate act that most lovers do. She nodded and looked at the area where she was suppose to sleep. a lot of men were around, some were throwing up and others, were groping other women. She grew uncomfortable in the area as she found a spot away from the chaos and bit her nails. She was extremely nervous.

As was Achilles. He stared out into the open sea, the wind blowing through his locks. The sun was still rising and he could hear the noises coming from the bottom deck. And a faint sound, a faint "Help Me" like it was being muffled under a hand. Find Her, a voice said to Achilles as he sprinted down to the deck.

It was smoky and he could see Briseis in the corner…and a man, a drunk one, on top of her, her dress bodice was ripped down, exposing her breasts. He could see her tears. He ripped the man off her and she fixed her dress. Her eyes met his and he couldn't let her stay down in that hell hole.

"C'mon." Achilles said softly as he escorted her upstairs and to his quarters. The doors were a strong, hollow wood that could protect anyone. Achilles locked the door and turned to see Briseis sitting on the bed. She looked to vulnerable with her angelic face and torn dress. "Sleep on the right side and I'll sleep on the other side." he said as he settled on his side and felt her adjust to hers. "Thank you." Briseis whispered slightly before she felt a strong hand grip hers.

"Thetis," Aphrodite said as she stared into the well, "Your son is starting to fall in love."

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