A/n: Thought I'd drag Hector and Atreis moment for a while...lol I'M SO SORRY FOR THE LACK OF UPDATES! My busy life had hit, and I apologize...Please enjoy...
And if you all haven't figured, I hate Paris and Helen...lol
Enjoy!
Chapter 9 – Beating for war
She was genuinely attracted to him; many of it was the fact that he was a copy of her, but he was more capable of dealing with his power as she allowed hers to run lose.
And it wasn't hard to figure, Hector felt it too, and his attraction was merely to her in general. Everything about her was different than the women in Troy. Strong, straight forward, and willing to risk it all even for nothing. He loved Andromache, with all his heart, and he could beat himself up over this situation, but the time with Atreis made his view broader and changed what he knew.
It was already difficult, she was a woman in war and that was already appealing. But bottom line, Hector had no idea what he was doing with her.
Atreis wished she had a bigger plan, wishing that the havoc she was running in the palace was a mission of sorts, but it wasn't. If it were, her heart wouldn't be in pain.
She huddled on the bed of the hidden room, her tears relaxed, but still dripping. Hector paced about the room, his arms crossed. She didn't even look at him. He'd killed Patroclus, believing it was Achilles.
And thus her heart crashed into a thousand irreplaceable pieces. Achilles would have Hector's pretty head on a stick in a flash, and she would have to live with her brother, the murder or her dearest friend.
"Go find your wife," Atreis broke all silence and told Hector to leave. He didn't think twice before exiting.
It didn't take Hector long to find Andromache, she was their child in their bedroom. Her face was worn and tired, and he held her close and kissed his child. And further apologized for his actions lately, and quote his love for her. Andromache cried, knowing that Achilles was heading towards the gate, in order to killed her beloved husband.
Hector placed his large tattered hands on his son Astyanax and a smirk faithfully appeared. His son had the mindset of his mother, but the heart of his father, and a simple giggle released from that beautiful smile made Hector want to give to world to his son.
And at that exact moment, he'd wished that he and Atreis had never met, never saw one another, and never spoke a word.
She left that forsaken room, exiting into the hall. She knew it wasn't the smartest idea, but it was all she had to do at the moment, leave, find Achilles, and go home. There was nothing in Troy for her, and the last thing on her list was to break up a marriage, though it was a little late for that decision. Yes, she yearned for Hector, but she'd rather marry Odysseus than make Andromache husbandless.
So many thoughts rambled in her mind that it was turning into a war zone. She paced down the hallway; her hands with the chains removed it no longer made a clinging sound, thanks to Hector. She watched every corner she passed, hoping if anyone knew her they'd be lost somewhere else in the palace.
"OH!" Atreis found herself running into another person, but once her face lifted up, she felt like gripping a sword. "Helen,"
"What are you doing out of the cell?"
"Ran away," She quickly retorted. Helen's face seemed drenched in fear. "Oh, now that I could kill you, you're no longer able to yell at me?" Atreis approached her, her hands on her waist, ready to grip the weapon she didn't have. "Oh silly little Helen, I have no time for you." Atreis passed her and headed down the hall. Her mouth was wide open and dry; Helen placed her hand over her mouth, her heart raced.
Atreis closed her eyes as the visual death of Patroclus entered her mind frame. She shook her head, making the images release form her thoughts.
Ditching the voiceless Helen, Atreis walked away, with no intention to run, knowing Helen would snitch on her at the first opportunity. But a quick exit had to be near.
But all her luck faded in a few steps near the Trojan gates. Andromache stood with Paris. Swallowing hard, Atreis attempted to avoid their stare; it worked until Andromache approached her. Her arms where folded, and her face was angry – either some one ran over her puppy or Atreis was 'found out'.
Andromache stood in front of Paris; almost to make sure Atreis couldn't pass her if she wanted. With her eyes narrowed, Andromache spoke to the wide-eyed girl.
"Was my husband with you last night?" She went straight to the point, Paris' eyes full of sympathy all towards Andromaches tired broken heart.
Atreis' mouth seemed locked shut and the key must have been lost. She wished Ares would suddenly praise her and eliminate this awkward situation. Ares though didn't stop Hector.
Ignoring the situation, he kissed Andromaches cheek, before turning to Atreis. His stare turned cold, looking at her soul as though it meant nothing – she meant nothing.
Helen reappeared on Paris' arm as four pairs of eyes crowned over Atreis. Her dirty blonde hair swayed with the wind while her stare was held and became heated. Her voice died to shout out a harsh comment; yet no words formed.
DAMNIT ARES! I NEED A DISTRACTION NOT MY VOCAL CORDS ELIMINATED! Her mind yelled.
But something abnormal happened, Atreis felt her eyes swell, yet she refused to allow them see her cry. She found herself retracting, lowering her head as if she was scolded.
"HECTOR!" A thunderous shot paraded over the gathering, instantly Atreis head darted up.
"Achilles," She murmured. Walking without mercy she pushed her way through Hector and Paris parting them. Hector followed as though she was his general heading into battle.
Andromache reached for her husband, but grasped thick Trojan air – not Hector. Atreis was halted by not only the unopened gates, but to the shouting of Andromache.
"IF YOU LOVE HIM SAVE HIM! SAVE HIM!!" The muffled words collided with Atreis.
Love? Did she love Hector?
No?
She cared deeply – she supposed.
Yet the world did not stop, and Atreis didn't flinch over the tearful words. She awaited the gates heavy opening, as Hector approached her side, with a horse.
LOVE? A warrior knows nothing of Love! Until of course one is taken captive...
Sobs of heartache released from Andromache, and along with Atreis, Hector ignored them. He held the horse firmly and began to speak.
"You take this horse to the shore, no detours, straight to the camps." Hector spoke in a bitter voice, Atreis turned to him her hands on her hips and her expression was fluming. Hector's eye caught it, and he was suddenly facing her, which was something he didn't want to do.
"So this is it? Pretend everything was nothing?" Atreis knew fair well he was barking orders to keep her safe, but since their moments where about to fade, she wished he'd treat her like a human being instead of a waste of time. And this pathetic conversation was almost a waste of time with Andromache crying in the background.
"Atreis," Hector's voice turned back into his own. But his wife's tears cut him off; closing her eyes, Atreis shook her head.
"Troy was a waste of my time." Automatically the words forced from her mouth. But Hector rushed his hand onto her forearm, and whispered.
"And what would you have me say? Atreis, you and I isn't the largest worry of the moment. You should rather pay attention to the death that might happen to someone you love." Atreis eyes went ridged, he was right, but she wasn't allowing him to see that she agreed. "Our relationship needs to be dealt with later."
"But what I want right now it the truth Hector." Atreis murmured back, hoping to strike a nerve, although she knew carrying on this conversation now was immature, but pride always kept her for playing anything smart. His gazed held hers, and he shook his head. Atreis knew he'd never leave Andromache for her, and it wasn't what she even wanted. The truth was simple, yet hard to say.
Love? Yes? No?
Either way, the gates opened to Atreis' amazement, her brother Achilles stood, ready to die. Her heart ripped into pieces, Achilles looked like hell. Physically embodied what 'hell' would look like if it took human form. His face was dirty and damaged. His eyes where blood shot, heated with anger.
But she still needed to resolve this, this thing she and Hector had. He named it; it was a 'relationship' of sorts. Together? No. Couple? No. Lovers? Obviously.
And like that it was over, he pulled her, making her walk with him passed the gates. She could hear the loud roar of the hinges as they slammed shut, and she was staring her brother down, as Hector held her arm as though she was a trophy. Achilles anger was fueled even more so than before, seeing his sister communicates with the enemy, the killer of Patroclus.
They drew closer, every step felt as though it was her Armageddon. If Achilles were going to live, he'd have her neck for the ruckus she'd caused. Achilles would rather Atreis was loyal to him than any other. But she began attached to Troy, loyal to Troy. His eyes narrowed while stepping off his chariot, he was ready for battle.
At the very last moment, Hector halted, making Atreis stop as well. But the two men's eyes never ventured from one another, their hearts where beating for war. Releasing the horse into Atreis grasp, she stayed firm and straight ahead to Achilles, but the words fell out.
"I love you," She whispered without shame or remorse. She knew nothing could grow. All she had was that night with him, the night they dreamed about. But her tone with the words almost felt like a dagger dragging into his skin, as though she said it to get back at him, for not choosing her. But choosing her would devastate Troy, and that was something Hector would never do.
Taking the horse, she walked over to Achilles, and he didn't so much as blinked to her, she stood by him, his shoulder to hers. Yet he just ignored her.
"What if I could talk you out of this?" Achilles blinked due to the sands breeze, but otherwise his gaze was firm on Hector.
"Not a chance Atreis. Just because he is your lover doesn't mean Patroclus will be alive again." His voice was a low, dangerous tone. He was furious with her.
"I miss him. But we can't change that." Atreis held the restless horse still and continued. "Please, for me Achilles I beg of you!" She could feel the tears surfacing yet again. "Spare him, please spare him." Her voice cracked in fear, but nothing made Achilles flinch, he wanted to kill Hector.
So there she was, stuck between her loyalties, and her love. Achilles loved her like a brother could ever love a sister. But Hector gave her something no man had before, and she loved him for that as well. And to keep her sane, she needed to save them both. Achilles drew his sword, while Hector followed.
A/N: I PROMISE I'LL HAVE SOONER UPDATES! And I'll reply to comments in the next chapter. In which the fight happens, Brises and Atreis meet....etc...
And if you all haven't figured, I hate Paris and Helen...lol
Enjoy!
Chapter 9 – Beating for war
She was genuinely attracted to him; many of it was the fact that he was a copy of her, but he was more capable of dealing with his power as she allowed hers to run lose.
And it wasn't hard to figure, Hector felt it too, and his attraction was merely to her in general. Everything about her was different than the women in Troy. Strong, straight forward, and willing to risk it all even for nothing. He loved Andromache, with all his heart, and he could beat himself up over this situation, but the time with Atreis made his view broader and changed what he knew.
It was already difficult, she was a woman in war and that was already appealing. But bottom line, Hector had no idea what he was doing with her.
Atreis wished she had a bigger plan, wishing that the havoc she was running in the palace was a mission of sorts, but it wasn't. If it were, her heart wouldn't be in pain.
She huddled on the bed of the hidden room, her tears relaxed, but still dripping. Hector paced about the room, his arms crossed. She didn't even look at him. He'd killed Patroclus, believing it was Achilles.
And thus her heart crashed into a thousand irreplaceable pieces. Achilles would have Hector's pretty head on a stick in a flash, and she would have to live with her brother, the murder or her dearest friend.
"Go find your wife," Atreis broke all silence and told Hector to leave. He didn't think twice before exiting.
It didn't take Hector long to find Andromache, she was their child in their bedroom. Her face was worn and tired, and he held her close and kissed his child. And further apologized for his actions lately, and quote his love for her. Andromache cried, knowing that Achilles was heading towards the gate, in order to killed her beloved husband.
Hector placed his large tattered hands on his son Astyanax and a smirk faithfully appeared. His son had the mindset of his mother, but the heart of his father, and a simple giggle released from that beautiful smile made Hector want to give to world to his son.
And at that exact moment, he'd wished that he and Atreis had never met, never saw one another, and never spoke a word.
She left that forsaken room, exiting into the hall. She knew it wasn't the smartest idea, but it was all she had to do at the moment, leave, find Achilles, and go home. There was nothing in Troy for her, and the last thing on her list was to break up a marriage, though it was a little late for that decision. Yes, she yearned for Hector, but she'd rather marry Odysseus than make Andromache husbandless.
So many thoughts rambled in her mind that it was turning into a war zone. She paced down the hallway; her hands with the chains removed it no longer made a clinging sound, thanks to Hector. She watched every corner she passed, hoping if anyone knew her they'd be lost somewhere else in the palace.
"OH!" Atreis found herself running into another person, but once her face lifted up, she felt like gripping a sword. "Helen,"
"What are you doing out of the cell?"
"Ran away," She quickly retorted. Helen's face seemed drenched in fear. "Oh, now that I could kill you, you're no longer able to yell at me?" Atreis approached her, her hands on her waist, ready to grip the weapon she didn't have. "Oh silly little Helen, I have no time for you." Atreis passed her and headed down the hall. Her mouth was wide open and dry; Helen placed her hand over her mouth, her heart raced.
Atreis closed her eyes as the visual death of Patroclus entered her mind frame. She shook her head, making the images release form her thoughts.
Ditching the voiceless Helen, Atreis walked away, with no intention to run, knowing Helen would snitch on her at the first opportunity. But a quick exit had to be near.
But all her luck faded in a few steps near the Trojan gates. Andromache stood with Paris. Swallowing hard, Atreis attempted to avoid their stare; it worked until Andromache approached her. Her arms where folded, and her face was angry – either some one ran over her puppy or Atreis was 'found out'.
Andromache stood in front of Paris; almost to make sure Atreis couldn't pass her if she wanted. With her eyes narrowed, Andromache spoke to the wide-eyed girl.
"Was my husband with you last night?" She went straight to the point, Paris' eyes full of sympathy all towards Andromaches tired broken heart.
Atreis' mouth seemed locked shut and the key must have been lost. She wished Ares would suddenly praise her and eliminate this awkward situation. Ares though didn't stop Hector.
Ignoring the situation, he kissed Andromaches cheek, before turning to Atreis. His stare turned cold, looking at her soul as though it meant nothing – she meant nothing.
Helen reappeared on Paris' arm as four pairs of eyes crowned over Atreis. Her dirty blonde hair swayed with the wind while her stare was held and became heated. Her voice died to shout out a harsh comment; yet no words formed.
DAMNIT ARES! I NEED A DISTRACTION NOT MY VOCAL CORDS ELIMINATED! Her mind yelled.
But something abnormal happened, Atreis felt her eyes swell, yet she refused to allow them see her cry. She found herself retracting, lowering her head as if she was scolded.
"HECTOR!" A thunderous shot paraded over the gathering, instantly Atreis head darted up.
"Achilles," She murmured. Walking without mercy she pushed her way through Hector and Paris parting them. Hector followed as though she was his general heading into battle.
Andromache reached for her husband, but grasped thick Trojan air – not Hector. Atreis was halted by not only the unopened gates, but to the shouting of Andromache.
"IF YOU LOVE HIM SAVE HIM! SAVE HIM!!" The muffled words collided with Atreis.
Love? Did she love Hector?
No?
She cared deeply – she supposed.
Yet the world did not stop, and Atreis didn't flinch over the tearful words. She awaited the gates heavy opening, as Hector approached her side, with a horse.
LOVE? A warrior knows nothing of Love! Until of course one is taken captive...
Sobs of heartache released from Andromache, and along with Atreis, Hector ignored them. He held the horse firmly and began to speak.
"You take this horse to the shore, no detours, straight to the camps." Hector spoke in a bitter voice, Atreis turned to him her hands on her hips and her expression was fluming. Hector's eye caught it, and he was suddenly facing her, which was something he didn't want to do.
"So this is it? Pretend everything was nothing?" Atreis knew fair well he was barking orders to keep her safe, but since their moments where about to fade, she wished he'd treat her like a human being instead of a waste of time. And this pathetic conversation was almost a waste of time with Andromache crying in the background.
"Atreis," Hector's voice turned back into his own. But his wife's tears cut him off; closing her eyes, Atreis shook her head.
"Troy was a waste of my time." Automatically the words forced from her mouth. But Hector rushed his hand onto her forearm, and whispered.
"And what would you have me say? Atreis, you and I isn't the largest worry of the moment. You should rather pay attention to the death that might happen to someone you love." Atreis eyes went ridged, he was right, but she wasn't allowing him to see that she agreed. "Our relationship needs to be dealt with later."
"But what I want right now it the truth Hector." Atreis murmured back, hoping to strike a nerve, although she knew carrying on this conversation now was immature, but pride always kept her for playing anything smart. His gazed held hers, and he shook his head. Atreis knew he'd never leave Andromache for her, and it wasn't what she even wanted. The truth was simple, yet hard to say.
Love? Yes? No?
Either way, the gates opened to Atreis' amazement, her brother Achilles stood, ready to die. Her heart ripped into pieces, Achilles looked like hell. Physically embodied what 'hell' would look like if it took human form. His face was dirty and damaged. His eyes where blood shot, heated with anger.
But she still needed to resolve this, this thing she and Hector had. He named it; it was a 'relationship' of sorts. Together? No. Couple? No. Lovers? Obviously.
And like that it was over, he pulled her, making her walk with him passed the gates. She could hear the loud roar of the hinges as they slammed shut, and she was staring her brother down, as Hector held her arm as though she was a trophy. Achilles anger was fueled even more so than before, seeing his sister communicates with the enemy, the killer of Patroclus.
They drew closer, every step felt as though it was her Armageddon. If Achilles were going to live, he'd have her neck for the ruckus she'd caused. Achilles would rather Atreis was loyal to him than any other. But she began attached to Troy, loyal to Troy. His eyes narrowed while stepping off his chariot, he was ready for battle.
At the very last moment, Hector halted, making Atreis stop as well. But the two men's eyes never ventured from one another, their hearts where beating for war. Releasing the horse into Atreis grasp, she stayed firm and straight ahead to Achilles, but the words fell out.
"I love you," She whispered without shame or remorse. She knew nothing could grow. All she had was that night with him, the night they dreamed about. But her tone with the words almost felt like a dagger dragging into his skin, as though she said it to get back at him, for not choosing her. But choosing her would devastate Troy, and that was something Hector would never do.
Taking the horse, she walked over to Achilles, and he didn't so much as blinked to her, she stood by him, his shoulder to hers. Yet he just ignored her.
"What if I could talk you out of this?" Achilles blinked due to the sands breeze, but otherwise his gaze was firm on Hector.
"Not a chance Atreis. Just because he is your lover doesn't mean Patroclus will be alive again." His voice was a low, dangerous tone. He was furious with her.
"I miss him. But we can't change that." Atreis held the restless horse still and continued. "Please, for me Achilles I beg of you!" She could feel the tears surfacing yet again. "Spare him, please spare him." Her voice cracked in fear, but nothing made Achilles flinch, he wanted to kill Hector.
So there she was, stuck between her loyalties, and her love. Achilles loved her like a brother could ever love a sister. But Hector gave her something no man had before, and she loved him for that as well. And to keep her sane, she needed to save them both. Achilles drew his sword, while Hector followed.
A/N: I PROMISE I'LL HAVE SOONER UPDATES! And I'll reply to comments in the next chapter. In which the fight happens, Brises and Atreis meet....etc...