Berfore the Dawn, a troy fanfic

A/N: This my FIRST Fan Fiction EVER. I know it may not be too good.

Disclaimer: I do not own the movie TROY, any characters from the movie or the song BEFORE THE DAWN by Evanescence.

Meet me after dark again and I'll hold you

"Paris? Is that you?" Helen called into the twilight, her voice shaking with fear. She knew that if anyone knew where she was she would be killed.

I am nothing more than to see you there

Slowly from the darkness emerged Paris, his face lit with joy. Helen ran to him, even tough her slender legs were weak with fear. She had every reason to be afraid, this was her life she was gambling with. Every night. Every night. Every night she would escape from her room, past the dining hall where Menelaus was hitting on another one of those dancing girls, into the forest, to her beloved Paris's arms. Her sanctuary. Her hope. That faded away with the moon.

And maybe tonight, we'll fly so far away
We'll be lost before the dawn

"I missed you," She wept into his chocolate curls, "It has been too long."

"I know my love, I know" Paris replied as he just held her in his arms.

If only night can hold you where I can see you, my love

That's how they stayed until Helen spoke, "I need you." Paris looked into her eyes and took her chin in his hand and caressed her smooth skin. She couldn't take it anymore. There was a wave of emotion, a crashing of lips. Paris felt her open her mouth. He quickly leapt at the chance to explore her. She tasted of summer, of rain, of wine, and sweet ambrosia.

Then let me never ever wake again

And maybe tonight, we'll fly so far away
We'll be lost before the dawn

They couldn't go on like this they needed more. Paris finally ran out of air and said, "Helen, I love you more than life its self. I need you. More than these passionate moments. Run away with me. Come back to Troy. Be my princess, I want to be with you for ever."

And maybe tonight, we'll fly so far away
We'll be lost before the dawn

Slowly Helen decided. She kissed Paris again. Tangled again in the heat of the moment she lifted his tunic exposed his beautifully toned body. Never letting there lips part. How did she do that? Paris wondered.

Somehow I know that we can't wake again from this dream
it's not real, but it's ours

Paris returned the favor. Soon they were both nude, their clothes piled on the brush. Skin on skin, more than lust, it was love. With every touch Helen's body came alive. Paris made a trail of kisses from Helen's jaw along her chest, belly and thighs. Finally Paris readied himself Helen gasped. Soon they were rocking to a steady rhythm.