Thanks again to the person who's kept me doing this fanfic DailysGirl4Life and thanks to the people who begged me not to put Achilles and Andromache together, Trojans and Tinkerbell, it gave me the xtra push to put them 2gether, why? Cause I'm mean and I can't take criticism. This will be the last instalment of this particular fanfic if you want a different ending tell me. Also I don't own the song.
Andromache felt his strong arms reach her back, her eyes never leaving his; it felt so surreal to her, being in the arms of the man who murdered her husband. That type of person had no compassion, full of anger and hatred and he thought that he had lost that. But when you're a murderer it never leaves you, you see some people have it in them to kill and others don't, it's as simple as that and Achilles had it in him.
Andromache felt herself giving in to him as he undressed her; she thought if she didn't help him she wasn't doing something wrong. Eventually she had to touch him, her fingertips glided along his skin, she watched her hands reach up his chest and over his shoulders. Her soft touch drove him insane, he had to have her; pulling her so suddenly to him he kissed her. Andromache felt him taking over but when he waited for her to kiss him back time stood still.
She couldn't go back now, but did she want to? No. She put her lips to his with such a passion that Achilles was thrown back onto the bed. Their hands coursed over each other as they took away the pain and replaced it with want, need, guilt and love. As Achilles called her name, Andromache realised that not only did she not want him to die, she would die without him, her need was great as was their love. A tainted love, a love that would never be accepted, a love that felt wrong as much as it felt right. Their exhausted bodies and free spirits fell onto the bed; breathing heavily they stared at the ceiling and drifted.
The sky was being diluted by Apollo's will as Andromache watched the dark skies become lighter she shot up and dressed herself.
'Achilles, wake up!' she said shaking him.
Achilles slowly sat up and hesitantly opened his eyes, 'what is it?'
'You must leave before the sun rises, or they will kill you,' Andromache picked up his clothes and sat on the bed in front of him.
Achilles smiled and stopped her sifting through his things by holding her hands gently, 'I am more pleased than you will ever know that you don't want me dead but let me dress myself'.
Andromache gave a slight smile and stood, 'how will you get out? How did you get in?'
'No matter, I won't leave you,' Achilles said putting on his armour.
Andromache stopped dead in her tracks, 'what? You must'.
'I won't leave you here to be killed by Agamemnon, when he eventually storms the city,' Achilles stood up and met her in the middle of her room.
'That is something you won't have to worry about...Hector...showed me a way out, for me and anyone I can save,' Andromache said as Achilles held her cheek, she was hesitant to mention Hector now.
'I know you still love your husband, you don't have to hide that from me, it is good he showed you a way out,' Achilles was hurt because he thought that she would never feel for him what he felt for her but he didn't show it.
An idea had blossomed in Andromache's head, 'will you be leading the army when they break through the gates?'
Achilles was intrigued, 'yes...'
'You could come with us,' Andromache's face was full of innocence, a thing that she thought she had lost, which loving this bad man had returned to her.
Achilles face was stony as he thought about leaving his life of glory and war, the moment left him, he would be happy with her, he knew it, his mother was wrong, he would live, 'I told I wouldn't leave you'.
Her face lit up, then the light perished, 'what about Briseis?'
Achilles looked down, he couldn't help the way he felt about Andromache, yes Briseis showed him a different life and he was attracted to her but he loved Andromache and nothing was gonna stop him from doing that, not even the gods, it was too late for them to interfere, 'once we have escaped I will tell her'.
'Tell her what?' Andromache wanted to make sure he wanted the same thing.
'That I love you,' Achilles innocent words threw Andromache.
'Not till we have escaped though,' Andromache didn't want to hurt her cousin and she really didn't want to upset her when they were trying to escape.
'Okay,' Achilles wrapped his arms around her fro the last time.
'I will think of you, while you are gone,' Andromache kept her goodbye short; she didn't want to keep him there too long.
'I will think of you, I can promise you that,' Achilles held her close as he kissed the woman he love for the last time.
Their lips met and the world melted away, leaving only them, they were ready to be happy, they were ready to live and die with each other.
Achilles flashed her his smile as he ran down the hallway, Andromache held onto the side of her door, her smile she thought would be permanent. She watched him run and as he turned for one last look, it would be the picture Andromache would hold forever in her, they smiled knowing they had someone who loved them for all eternity. And with that he was gone...
I remember it well,
The first time that I saw, your head round the door,
Cause mine stopped working,
I remember it well,
There was wet in your hair, I was stood in stare,
And time stopped moving,
Need you here tonight, need you here,
Cause I can't believe what I've found,
Want you here tonight, want you here,
Cause nothing's taken me down...down...down...
Except you my love...
THE END
(if you want it to be)
Andromache felt his strong arms reach her back, her eyes never leaving his; it felt so surreal to her, being in the arms of the man who murdered her husband. That type of person had no compassion, full of anger and hatred and he thought that he had lost that. But when you're a murderer it never leaves you, you see some people have it in them to kill and others don't, it's as simple as that and Achilles had it in him.
Andromache felt herself giving in to him as he undressed her; she thought if she didn't help him she wasn't doing something wrong. Eventually she had to touch him, her fingertips glided along his skin, she watched her hands reach up his chest and over his shoulders. Her soft touch drove him insane, he had to have her; pulling her so suddenly to him he kissed her. Andromache felt him taking over but when he waited for her to kiss him back time stood still.
She couldn't go back now, but did she want to? No. She put her lips to his with such a passion that Achilles was thrown back onto the bed. Their hands coursed over each other as they took away the pain and replaced it with want, need, guilt and love. As Achilles called her name, Andromache realised that not only did she not want him to die, she would die without him, her need was great as was their love. A tainted love, a love that would never be accepted, a love that felt wrong as much as it felt right. Their exhausted bodies and free spirits fell onto the bed; breathing heavily they stared at the ceiling and drifted.
The sky was being diluted by Apollo's will as Andromache watched the dark skies become lighter she shot up and dressed herself.
'Achilles, wake up!' she said shaking him.
Achilles slowly sat up and hesitantly opened his eyes, 'what is it?'
'You must leave before the sun rises, or they will kill you,' Andromache picked up his clothes and sat on the bed in front of him.
Achilles smiled and stopped her sifting through his things by holding her hands gently, 'I am more pleased than you will ever know that you don't want me dead but let me dress myself'.
Andromache gave a slight smile and stood, 'how will you get out? How did you get in?'
'No matter, I won't leave you,' Achilles said putting on his armour.
Andromache stopped dead in her tracks, 'what? You must'.
'I won't leave you here to be killed by Agamemnon, when he eventually storms the city,' Achilles stood up and met her in the middle of her room.
'That is something you won't have to worry about...Hector...showed me a way out, for me and anyone I can save,' Andromache said as Achilles held her cheek, she was hesitant to mention Hector now.
'I know you still love your husband, you don't have to hide that from me, it is good he showed you a way out,' Achilles was hurt because he thought that she would never feel for him what he felt for her but he didn't show it.
An idea had blossomed in Andromache's head, 'will you be leading the army when they break through the gates?'
Achilles was intrigued, 'yes...'
'You could come with us,' Andromache's face was full of innocence, a thing that she thought she had lost, which loving this bad man had returned to her.
Achilles face was stony as he thought about leaving his life of glory and war, the moment left him, he would be happy with her, he knew it, his mother was wrong, he would live, 'I told I wouldn't leave you'.
Her face lit up, then the light perished, 'what about Briseis?'
Achilles looked down, he couldn't help the way he felt about Andromache, yes Briseis showed him a different life and he was attracted to her but he loved Andromache and nothing was gonna stop him from doing that, not even the gods, it was too late for them to interfere, 'once we have escaped I will tell her'.
'Tell her what?' Andromache wanted to make sure he wanted the same thing.
'That I love you,' Achilles innocent words threw Andromache.
'Not till we have escaped though,' Andromache didn't want to hurt her cousin and she really didn't want to upset her when they were trying to escape.
'Okay,' Achilles wrapped his arms around her fro the last time.
'I will think of you, while you are gone,' Andromache kept her goodbye short; she didn't want to keep him there too long.
'I will think of you, I can promise you that,' Achilles held her close as he kissed the woman he love for the last time.
Their lips met and the world melted away, leaving only them, they were ready to be happy, they were ready to live and die with each other.
Achilles flashed her his smile as he ran down the hallway, Andromache held onto the side of her door, her smile she thought would be permanent. She watched him run and as he turned for one last look, it would be the picture Andromache would hold forever in her, they smiled knowing they had someone who loved them for all eternity. And with that he was gone...
I remember it well,
The first time that I saw, your head round the door,
Cause mine stopped working,
I remember it well,
There was wet in your hair, I was stood in stare,
And time stopped moving,
Need you here tonight, need you here,
Cause I can't believe what I've found,
Want you here tonight, want you here,
Cause nothing's taken me down...down...down...
Except you my love...
THE END
(if you want it to be)