Note: I DO NOT own Achilles, Brisies, Paris, Andromache or any other characters pictured in this story.

Brisies stared out at the ocean. She sighed. Priam had only come for her twelve days ago, and yet at the same time, it seemed like she had lived another life. Her eyes stung with tears as she remembered him. They way he held her, the way he kissed her, the way he loved her. After Priam had taken her back inside the walls of Troy she had become secluded. She stayed in her room and refused to eat. No one seemed to notice, except Andromache. She knew. She could tell just by watching Brisies that something had happened while she was held captive. Andromache now took a deep breath and knocked on Brisies' door.

"Come in." Brisies' voice sounded weary and hollow. Andromache had never seen her like this, but she knew something was wrong. She walked up to Brisies and rested her hand on her shoulder.

"Brisies, you know you are like a sister to me, tell me what ails you. You have not been yourself lately." Brisies took a shaky breath and wandered back to her bed and sat down. Andromache followed and sat next to her. Brisies looked up at Andromache and tears slowly formed in her eyes.

"I wish to tell you what ails me, but I cannot." As she said this a tear rolled down the side of her face. Andromache wiped it away.

"You can tell me anything", she said reassuringly. Brisies took a breath and started to talk.

" They found me in the temple and took me to Agamemnon. I was scared for my life, I didn't know what they were going to do to me. Agamemnon wanted to have his way with me but one of the soldiers wouldn't stand for it. He took me to his tent, cleaned my wounds, bathed me and gave me food and drink. He saved me. I wanted to leave that wretched place, but I couldn't, I had to kill my protector. So one night I took a dagger and attempted to kill him, but found I could not." She stopped and took a shaky breath, then continued.

"He told me of how beautiful I was. He began to tell me how the gods envy us, because any moment might be our last. I took the dagger away from his throat, I knew I couldn't do it. Then something came over me. I don't know what but he kissed me and I let him have me. This was all a few days before Priam came. Each day we fell more and more in love." Brisies stopped suddenly and started to sob into Andromache's shoulder. Andromache stroked her hair slowly.

"Brisues, who was this soldier?" Brisies took a shaky breath and finally whispered, "Achilles". Andromache stopped stroking her hair. Brisies was in love with the man who killed her husband. She started to cry silent tears, and they clung to each other in the moonlight, crying.

On the beach, Achilles wandered around his tent. He couldn't take it. He started to pace faster. The horse was in Troy and they would be attacking soon. There would be confusion and havoc. Surely he could... no he couldn't, Troy was her home. Yet something stronger then anything he had ever felt was creeping into his chest, something that tightened his insides and made his stomach churn. He would ask her to come away with him, back to his home, but would she leave with him? It was then that the thought hit him. He sat down and put on his armor, grabbed his sword and shield and walked out into the night. The night air was cool and crisp against his face. He had left his helmet behind, so all would know who he was. He started to walk up the embankment, and then as he reached the crest he started to run. His legs pumped under him as he went faster and faster. Finally, he reached the gates, he knew there would be a signal for the soldiers to attack and he would hide in the shadows and wait for it. He wanted none of his soldiers to know who he was or why he was here. He slipped silently into a shadow and waited.

Andromache stood up and said goodnight to Brisies. They had talked and no matter who Brisies was in love with, Andromache knew she couldn't stop it. She left the room and Brisies lay down on her bed. She had almost started to drift off to sleep when she heard a dull thud form outside. She walked out onto the balcony and saw it. The horse was falling apart and the pieces were... being pushed out by men. She stared in shock and alarm and they went to the gates, as silent as shadows and killed the guardsmen. One of the men ran to the top of the tower and held up a flaming torch. The gates opened and then the screams started.

Brisies ran into her room and grabbed a small dagger from her nightstand. She knew she couldn't use it, but if she had to... No she wouldn't think about that. She ran down the stairs jumping two at a time. She ran like she had never run before, her bare feet padding hard against the marble floors of the palace. There were only two places in the world she would ever find solace, in Achilles' arms and in the temple. She pushed people out of her way, struggling to find a clear path. She saw a Grecian soldier and ran down a small alleyway. Ducking and jumping pieces of rubble she ran as soon as she found what she was looking for, the temple of Apollo. She knelt down and started praying furiously. She prayed for Paris and Helen. She prayed for Andromache. She prayed for Andromache' son. Finally she prayed for Achilles. She prayed that he would take her out of this place and that they would live together, and it was then that she heard the footsteps.

As soon as Achilles saw the gates of Troy open he ran in and started to search. He didn't know where he was going but something possessed him to run. He ducked arrows and shielded himself from the blows of swords. He could hear the screams of the people of Troy, and he tried to block out the noise. Finally, he saw a clear alleyway and ran down it. He didn't know why or how, but someway this felt like the right way to go. He could smell the scent of incense coming from his left. He turned and the sight that met him enraged him. It was Agemnon holding Brisies by the neck, her feet dangling above the ground. Her face was turning blue and he could tell she wasn't breathing easily. Agemnon threw his head back and laughed at her futile attempts to escape and it was then she plunged her dagger into his neck. Achilles ran forward as Agemnon fell. Agemnon was dead and Brisies was coughing loudly by the time Achilles reached her. He kneeled down and tilted her chin upwards so she could see him. She gasped and she flung her arms around him.

"Come away with me", Achilles whispered in her ear. "I will protect you." He pulled away from her embrace and looked into her eyes. She nodded and said "Take me from this place" Then her eyes grew wide and she screamed, throwing Achilles to the ground and lunging in front of him. She fell back, staring at Paris' arrow that had just hit her shoulder. Achilles was enraged and so was Paris. Paris fitted his arrow with another bow and aimed straight for Achilles heart, but before he could launch it Brisies spoke out.

"No Paris, please. I love him. We are leaving, together. Please Paris." Paris lowered his bow, a look of complete understanding on his face."May the gods bless you and your children." He said, then turned and ran off into the darkness. Achilles turned his attention to Brisies. She clutched her arm and yelled in pain as he pulled the arrow from her arm. He lifted her up into his arms and ran from the city.