Abduction of A Princess
By: Sheiado
Author's Note: Yeppers, I left ya with a cliffy! shrugs sheepishly. Yes, I do have plans for more A/B action... I need to get through my other ideas first. Because my story is now getting more in tune with everything I want and becoming a little more graphic, it is now R-rated (srry to disappoint ppl but I prefer to go all out on my stories). Thank you to my reviewers (I LOVE you guys!).
Chapter Note: Calaus to the rescue!... not! j/k. I'm gonna go through this little drama and then in a few chappies it will go back to Pthia for a brief time. I'm a Patroclus/OC fan and I know that there has to be more than just me existing on this site (other than Silver Magiccraft! Ya girl!) So, I'm gonna satisfy ppl with that pairing soon (count this as a future warning to ya wink).
Chapter Thirteen: Warlord Feud
Achilles and Eudorus raced through the sands side by side, each armed at the ready with swords wielded within the grasp of their strong hands. Any man that sneaks into the camp of Achilles, kills his men, and takes what is rightfully owned by him, is a dead one. And Eudorus felt no pity for the individual that would undoubtedly suffer from his leader's wrath.
Achilles ran with fury, his eyes containing a noticeable, barely concealed rage that would no doubt lead any man into a state of utter terror. His lips were pulled back into a tight, thin frown and his movements never faltered, not even once. His determination was undeniable.
They passed through Agamemnon's encampment, unabashed by the inquiring stares as they ventured out in deathly silence. If any had been thinking to intrude upon their path, they were quickly deterred, for the fury in Achilles was blatantly evident; it was evident in his every stride, in the tension of his muscles, and in the intense fervor set in his deep cerulean eyes.
He wondered silently what was in his Lord's thoughts, for he knew not what angered him more, the attack on Briseis or the death of his two Myrmidon men? He knew his master was growing fond of the girl, for Eudorus would notice his eyes soften at the sight of her or how he would gaze into nothingness, consumed with thoughts of what Eudorus assumed to be the girl living inside of his tent. It was an expressive action, recent and utterly new by him; and Achilles likely knew not that he had revealed his first true source of vulnerability to his men. A woman.
They were getting closer and if the sights were not indication, the feminine shrill that echoed in the distance certainly was. The deafening sound encouraged them further, speeding up their fluid movements in a sort of pure, instinctive reaction. Their pace hastened, minutes dragged on, and their blood quickened with adrenaline as they entered camp.
"Eudorus," Achilles ordered gruffly, not once breaking his stride, "Stop before the entrance. I want to surprise our unwelcome guest."
Eudorus nodded tersley. He hoped they would make it in time.
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"Quiet, Whore," he sneered in annoyance, positioning his weight upon her struggling body. Briseis continued to cry out in protest.
Utterly aggravated, Creceden untangled his fingers from her breast to reach into the confines of his belt. He unsnapped the constricting material, both to prepare to take her while she was pinned helpless beneath him and to pull out a bargaining tool to silence any screaming victim.
She froze instantly, closing her eyes as a cold sliver of metal caressed and grazed the delicate flesh of her throat. Smiling, grinning ear to ear triumphantly, he mocked in a delighted voice, "I told you it would get painful. The more you struggle, the more harm that will come to you."
She hissed at the searing pain that rippled through her as the blade nipped and sliced a light dance of silent threat across her flesh. "Then so be it," she sneered recklessly, her eyes still closed, "You will be raping a corpse then!"
"You impudent-!!!" He slapped her soundly, satisfied when her head, dizzy from the impact, lolled back onto the floor.
He wasted no time in taking advantage. The knife wielded within the thick curve of his hand sliced through her gown smoothly, creating a sufficient slit in one, single stroke to expose the creamy, tender skin of her breasts.
Briseis felt the room spin, oblivious to the actions of her attacker atop of her, as she struggled to gain composure over the black spots swimming in and out of her vision. Was this truly happening to her?
An answer was received by soft fluttering skirts and the feeling of thick, clammy hands grasping and constricting her wrists on either side of her head. 'No,' Briseis thought stubbornly, "No…"
He leaned over her as she weakly opened her eyes, his lips twitching into a hideous smile before hiding at the base of her throat. She shuddered in revulsion as he licked and nipped at her. "Now, for the fun part," he whispered lustfully.
She whimpered in protest, weak and defenseless. Silently, she prayed for Hector…
His hands were all over her, his weight fully positioned to crush her… and then she felt nothing. The burden of his mass was abruptly lifted and through the haze of her vision, Briseis saw a blur of two new figures standing behind him.
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Nothing and no one can spare his life, Achilles swore. It mattered not if it was even Agamemnon himself. He was a dead man.
They had stopped in silence before the tent entrance, Achilles signaling his second in command to take the other side with a gesture of his hand. Eudorus nodded and took suit, his sword drawn and held up for reception.
They listened intently to what was happening inside.
"Far side," Eudorus whispered, "One man."
Achilles nodded affirmedly. "Now."
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His head was yanked back forcefully by a powerful grip around his hair, his throat exposed to a blade that was hovered from behind him.
"And who, may I ask, dares to enter my camp, kill two of my men, and rape a woman?" Achilles questioned icily, gripping Creceden upright by his hair.
"Achilles," Creceden replied slickly, "Why, I was just visiting with what is mine."
Briseis, sitting up shakily and adjusting her tattered clothes with numb fingers, glanced over at the two. Achilles' eyes met hers briefly, his expression softening. "Eudorus-"
Eudorus appeared at her side, almost instantly, and slipped a cloak around her as he helped her stand upon unstable feet. She leaned against him, her body trembling as she gripped the material tighter around her.
"Creceden," the name dripped with heavy loathing from his lips.
Achilles released him, shoving him at his front to point the end of his blade at the warlord's neck. "I can see you came of your own accord," he spoke vehemently, "Do you have any last words before I slit your throat?"
The warlord smirked, no flash of fear met his eyes nor was there even a flicker of apprehension. "I came to claim what is rightfully mine."
"You have claim to nothing here and if you think otherwise then you are a fool. Entering my camp was folly, a reckless act on your part."
"You cannot kill me," Creceden gloated snidely, his thin lips pulled back into a taunting smirk. "If death meets me on this day then my brother will have your head on a platter. War will come to you and he is far more ruthless than I."
The blade nicked at his flesh begrudgingly in response and the deep cobalt eyes of Achilles, full of rage, narrowed to slits. "Then so be it. Do not be so presumptuous, young prince, for any man that crosses me pays in full. War was brought upon you the moment you set foot upon Myrmidon camp and the moment you laid hands on her."
"Then war it shall be," he spat, eyes blazing.
The blade sliced in precision, cutting through flesh in one fluid movement. The man's eyes continued to stare at him, first in rage and then with vacancy, eyes utterly lifeless. Briseis moved her gaze away from the sight, her face burrowing into Eudorus' shoulder as deep crimson dispensed from the gaping wound at her attacker's throat.
A thud echoed in the tent, the corpse of the once-living Prince toppling dead onto the ground, his soul pulled to Hades.
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