Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Troy.
And finally I post this chapter. I wrote it yesterday, but my computer swallowed and for a moment there I thought I had to write it again! But due to excellent computer skills, I found it. smirks.. Okay so my brother found it for me. But anyway. Some of these first chapters may be a little short, but I'm in the middle of final exams and don't really have a lot of time. But when I'm done with the exams I think I'll start posting longer chapters. I'm also trying to finish a story on fictionpress.com so I have more than one writing project (which you're all most welcome to review..heh) but this one will get the most of my attention I think.
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Chapter two
Be careful what you wish for
The sound of the arrow flying past her and into her lover's ankle had scrambled her mind like a thunderstorm. As Briseis had looked up to see her cousin, Prince Paris of Troy, tighten the string of his bow to release another arrow, she had barely managed to run up to him, screaming for him to stop. But it was too late. In a fatal turn of events, another arrow bored itself into Achilles' chest. The next moment her whole world had started to whirl, and Briseis did not see clearly again until she felt his hands on both sides of her face, pleading her to leave with her cousin before it was too late. But Briseis had not been willing to see the logic in his plead, because if there was one thing she knew, it was that being apart from him would cause her much more pain than it would do her good.
But her cousin had been persistent, and pulled her away from the only one she wanted to be with. And as she had run from him, she could feel a stinging pain in her chest, the pain of having her heart broken. War was the one thing more selfish than any other human invention, but this war, was the cruelest of all.
The Trojan priestess of Apollo had not remembered the rest of her escape into 'freedom'; everything was a dark, unreadable haze. For days she lay still in her bed, not drinking or eating a thing. Every now and then a tear would roll down her cheek, but otherwise her face would remain emotionless. Still, even a fool could see she was hurting.
Briseis feared sleep more than anything else, nothing was as bittersweet as finally seeing her lover again, only to wake up to the realisation that it was all a dream, and that she would never see him again. She would never feel him again. But despite her struggle, the haunted slumber succumbed her night after night.
[ "Do it"
Briseis could feel the blood freezing in her veins as Achilles opened his eyes, staring into her own. She had almost dropped the blade she was holding to his throat just in surprise. The shock had scared her so much she could hardly utter a single word in return as she opened her mouth to reply.
"Aren't you afraid?" Briseis knew she did not sound like the vicious killer she would need to scare him, but she couldn't seem to hate him, as she should.
The truth was, she did not blame him for the war, she knew it was none of his fault. Nor did she blame him for her being a captive of the Greeks, if he had not protected her, who knows what they might have made her do. The truth was; she had just begun to realise that he really was her saviour.
"Every man dies. What does it matter if it's today or fifty years from now?"
"If I don't kill you, many others will die."
"Many." The man lying in front of her seemed so unaffected, even though he was speaking of taking human lives.
"Do it, kill me," the Greek warrior repeated in a calm and assertive voice.
As Achilles had reached his arms up towards her, she tightened the grip on the blade she was holding, but loosened it again as he pulled her down towards him. She was cradled on top of him, one leg on each side, her entire body held flush against him by the strength of his arms.
She was completely unprepared for his next move as he quickly rolled her over on her back, the sharp blade still held closely against his throat. She shuddered lightly as his lips met hers, and against all that seemed reasonable, she parted her them to welcome his passionately exploring tongue. The heated sensation in her body was growing, slowly breaking down her barriers. Achilles' hands roamed across her slender body, tugging at the fabric covering her skin. Briseis had been caught off guard, but welcomed these new, strange feelings and felt more at home in this man's arms than she had ever felt anywhere before.]
A stream of sharp light slowly moving across her face roused Briseis from her sleep, letting her yet another time come to the realisation that she was alone in bed, not entwined in her lovers arms as she had wished.
For so long she had prayed to the Gods that they would let her be with him, but there had been no signs indicating the granting of her wish. For years she had been a faithful servant of Apollo, but now that she needed him the most, he wouldn't even talk to her. It was true what they said; the Greek Gods were fickle Gods to deal with. But if the Gods couldn't hear her pleading for her lover back when she was lying in bed, she would climb the highest mountain so that she could scream her demands to the Gods herself.
Dropping out of bed faster than she had planned, her legs could barely hold her up, having not been used for several days. But that did not hinder Briseis in what she was about to do. Running out of the small tents where she had been sleeping, she headed for the highest mountain she could see.
As she reached the top of the mountain she had to let herself stand still for a while to regain her breath. Her dress was dirty from the strain of the climb and her forehead almost dripping with sweat.
Having regained her strength, she lifted her gaze to the sky. As she stood there, facing the bright blue sky all the memories came back to her, overwhelming her, letting the bitter tears stream down her face as she fell to her knees. Briseis stretched her arms out to the sky and shouted with all of her voice.
"Please, I'll do anything!" The words were so hard to utter, but her determination was so much stronger than anything she had ever felt.
"I want him back, I need him back!"
Briseis finished her desperate plea and let her arms fall to her sides, tears streaming freely. But what happened next was something she had not anticipated. A light so strong it was blinding flashed before her, making her cover her eyes with her hands. And as she heard a man's voice behind her Briseis widened her eyes in shock.
"Be careful what you wish for"
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My gratitude forever to the one who can give me the exact lines of the scene when Briseis tried to kill Achilles, so that I can write it correctly. I have the memory capacity of a gold fish (approximately 30 seconds) so I sort of just guessed. But since it's a key scene in this chapter I want to write it correctly..
And I'm sorry if the sex scene sucks, but I'm not used to writing that so I sorta stopped it where the movie did (maybe a little bit before?:)) Thought I'd try to uphold that PG-13 rating:)
Thank you so so so much all the people who reviewed my story! I almost got more reviews for this first chapter than everything I have ever written on fictionpress.com.. Heh, loved that:)
And finally I post this chapter. I wrote it yesterday, but my computer swallowed and for a moment there I thought I had to write it again! But due to excellent computer skills, I found it. smirks.. Okay so my brother found it for me. But anyway. Some of these first chapters may be a little short, but I'm in the middle of final exams and don't really have a lot of time. But when I'm done with the exams I think I'll start posting longer chapters. I'm also trying to finish a story on fictionpress.com so I have more than one writing project (which you're all most welcome to review..heh) but this one will get the most of my attention I think.
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Chapter two
Be careful what you wish for
The sound of the arrow flying past her and into her lover's ankle had scrambled her mind like a thunderstorm. As Briseis had looked up to see her cousin, Prince Paris of Troy, tighten the string of his bow to release another arrow, she had barely managed to run up to him, screaming for him to stop. But it was too late. In a fatal turn of events, another arrow bored itself into Achilles' chest. The next moment her whole world had started to whirl, and Briseis did not see clearly again until she felt his hands on both sides of her face, pleading her to leave with her cousin before it was too late. But Briseis had not been willing to see the logic in his plead, because if there was one thing she knew, it was that being apart from him would cause her much more pain than it would do her good.
But her cousin had been persistent, and pulled her away from the only one she wanted to be with. And as she had run from him, she could feel a stinging pain in her chest, the pain of having her heart broken. War was the one thing more selfish than any other human invention, but this war, was the cruelest of all.
The Trojan priestess of Apollo had not remembered the rest of her escape into 'freedom'; everything was a dark, unreadable haze. For days she lay still in her bed, not drinking or eating a thing. Every now and then a tear would roll down her cheek, but otherwise her face would remain emotionless. Still, even a fool could see she was hurting.
Briseis feared sleep more than anything else, nothing was as bittersweet as finally seeing her lover again, only to wake up to the realisation that it was all a dream, and that she would never see him again. She would never feel him again. But despite her struggle, the haunted slumber succumbed her night after night.
[ "Do it"
Briseis could feel the blood freezing in her veins as Achilles opened his eyes, staring into her own. She had almost dropped the blade she was holding to his throat just in surprise. The shock had scared her so much she could hardly utter a single word in return as she opened her mouth to reply.
"Aren't you afraid?" Briseis knew she did not sound like the vicious killer she would need to scare him, but she couldn't seem to hate him, as she should.
The truth was, she did not blame him for the war, she knew it was none of his fault. Nor did she blame him for her being a captive of the Greeks, if he had not protected her, who knows what they might have made her do. The truth was; she had just begun to realise that he really was her saviour.
"Every man dies. What does it matter if it's today or fifty years from now?"
"If I don't kill you, many others will die."
"Many." The man lying in front of her seemed so unaffected, even though he was speaking of taking human lives.
"Do it, kill me," the Greek warrior repeated in a calm and assertive voice.
As Achilles had reached his arms up towards her, she tightened the grip on the blade she was holding, but loosened it again as he pulled her down towards him. She was cradled on top of him, one leg on each side, her entire body held flush against him by the strength of his arms.
She was completely unprepared for his next move as he quickly rolled her over on her back, the sharp blade still held closely against his throat. She shuddered lightly as his lips met hers, and against all that seemed reasonable, she parted her them to welcome his passionately exploring tongue. The heated sensation in her body was growing, slowly breaking down her barriers. Achilles' hands roamed across her slender body, tugging at the fabric covering her skin. Briseis had been caught off guard, but welcomed these new, strange feelings and felt more at home in this man's arms than she had ever felt anywhere before.]
A stream of sharp light slowly moving across her face roused Briseis from her sleep, letting her yet another time come to the realisation that she was alone in bed, not entwined in her lovers arms as she had wished.
For so long she had prayed to the Gods that they would let her be with him, but there had been no signs indicating the granting of her wish. For years she had been a faithful servant of Apollo, but now that she needed him the most, he wouldn't even talk to her. It was true what they said; the Greek Gods were fickle Gods to deal with. But if the Gods couldn't hear her pleading for her lover back when she was lying in bed, she would climb the highest mountain so that she could scream her demands to the Gods herself.
Dropping out of bed faster than she had planned, her legs could barely hold her up, having not been used for several days. But that did not hinder Briseis in what she was about to do. Running out of the small tents where she had been sleeping, she headed for the highest mountain she could see.
As she reached the top of the mountain she had to let herself stand still for a while to regain her breath. Her dress was dirty from the strain of the climb and her forehead almost dripping with sweat.
Having regained her strength, she lifted her gaze to the sky. As she stood there, facing the bright blue sky all the memories came back to her, overwhelming her, letting the bitter tears stream down her face as she fell to her knees. Briseis stretched her arms out to the sky and shouted with all of her voice.
"Please, I'll do anything!" The words were so hard to utter, but her determination was so much stronger than anything she had ever felt.
"I want him back, I need him back!"
Briseis finished her desperate plea and let her arms fall to her sides, tears streaming freely. But what happened next was something she had not anticipated. A light so strong it was blinding flashed before her, making her cover her eyes with her hands. And as she heard a man's voice behind her Briseis widened her eyes in shock.
"Be careful what you wish for"
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My gratitude forever to the one who can give me the exact lines of the scene when Briseis tried to kill Achilles, so that I can write it correctly. I have the memory capacity of a gold fish (approximately 30 seconds) so I sort of just guessed. But since it's a key scene in this chapter I want to write it correctly..
And I'm sorry if the sex scene sucks, but I'm not used to writing that so I sorta stopped it where the movie did (maybe a little bit before?:)) Thought I'd try to uphold that PG-13 rating:)
Thank you so so so much all the people who reviewed my story! I almost got more reviews for this first chapter than everything I have ever written on fictionpress.com.. Heh, loved that:)