|Prisoner Of Lust
Author: MusicHuntress PM
My twist on the myth about Antiope and Theseus. She was hot as fire. He was warm as hot chocolate. She hated him. He loved her. She wanted to murder him. He wanted to marry her.Antiope lived in an Amazonian village. Until Theseus kidnapped her. Enter a horse, a snappy boy, betrayal, love, hate, riches, hunting, pigs, wasps, and what do you get? Chaos. (ON HIATUS)Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 2 - Words: 3,539 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 07-15-12 - Published: 07-12-12 - id: 3041148
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A/N: Here is chapter 2.
Warning: Contains death(the rest of the chapters won't have this level of violence-except for the next chapter. Then it should be good. I think.)
Theseus fell on to his knees and glared at Antiope. A huge smirk was on her face.
"And that is why you do not mess with me."
Before Theseus knew it, she was already on her horse and riding away from him. He whispered curses under his breath and stood up. He shouldn't have let his guard down. Now he didn't know where the beautiful girl went. But he was going to find her, even if it almost killed him. Forget Hercules and the girdle. The princess was more important. Theseus glared at Hercules.
"Why did not you help me capture Antiope?," he snarled while kicking a small pebble. "If you helped me, she would be here!"
Theseus sat down on a large rock and placed his head into his hands. He was furious with himself. After a few minutes of self-loathing, he heard a whimper from Hercules. Theseus looked up and almost fainted in confusion/shock. The Minotaur was alive, and it roared that rattled the land. Theseus couldn't speak, or move. He thought that he had killed it! The Minotaur looked down at Theseus and roared again. He covered his ears.
"I HAVE COME TO GET REVENGE!," shouted the Minotaur while snapping a tree in half. "THIS TIME, YOU WILL DIE."
Antiope raced through the forest some more, checking behind her every few seconds. She had to get away from Theseus. Antiope couldn't believe that he had kissed her. But it's not like he meant it. He was just blinded by her beauty. Like all the other boys. Good thing that she was an Amazon. If she wasn't then every boy would want to marry her. She would never hear the end of it.
Antiope tried to see if there was anybody following her, but it was hard to tell. It was too dark. She needed to sleep in the forest-she had no idea where her village was. Even if she did, it was dark and she was beat. Luckily she had told her family that it might take a few days.
Antiope scanned the surrounding area. She had to find somewhere to sleep. After searching for about 3 minutes, she found the perfect spot. It was a big tree that could hold her weight and it was right next to a river. Right as she reached up for a branch, an arm pulled her back. Fear rose in her throat.
Who was it? Gods forbid that it was Theseus.
"Hello. Come with me."
The figure clamped it's hand over her mouth. Antiope looked up and screamed in her head. A really, really, really ugly man was looking down at her. He gave her half toothless smile. Antiope closed her eyes. She didn't want to look him-or be near him.
The man laughed evilly. "I can't wait to take you to my house.." He stroked the side of her face. "Now tell me, what is your name?"
Antiope looked up at him and glared at him. She pulled his hand of her mouth and held his wrist as tight as she could. Antiope didn't want to taste his mouth again. It was absolutely digusting.
"My name is Antiope, and I am an Amazonian princess. I command you to let you go, you filthy pig!"
Before he could respond , Antiope slapped him as hard as she could. Dazed and confused, he staggered backwards and hit a tree. He let out a small moan as Antiope walked towards him and pulled a small knife out of her goatskin bag.
The man eyed the knife with wide eyes.
"What are you doing with that knife my dear,?" he asked sweetly. "It is scaring me."
Antiope evilly laughed. "You are scared?" She stopped laughing and narrowed her eyes at him. "How did you think I felt when you put your digusting hands over my MOUTH? I felt scared and completely repulsed!"
The man kept quit for a few seconds, then he spoke.
"A young lady-"
Antiope ran her hand over her head in frustration and anger. She shot him another glare.
"I AM NOT A YOUNG LADY!" She picked up a big rock and threw it at him. "If you do not go away, I swear to the Gods that I will kill you!"
Antiope picked up another rock and waited for him to move. He didn't. She threw the rock at the man and walked up to him. When Antiope was less than a feet in front of them man, she pointed the sharp knife at him. A look of horror was on his face, but then it turned to anger.
Who was this girl?, he thought to himself. Acting like she owns me.. What a load of poop. But since I cannot have her, I guess that I will murder her.
Before Antiope could comprehend what had happened, her back was against the tree. The man had the knife a few centimeters away from her cheek. Her eyes widened.
What the..?, she thought to herself. How did I wind up against the tree?
"Listen, I will give you one more chance-marry me or die," He said while cutting her cheek a little bit with the knife.
Pain exploded on her face. It was bleeding. A crazy smile was planted on his face as he cut her some more. She tried not to cry because of the extreme pain
"So what is your decision?, he asked her.
Antiope bit her lip. She really did not want to marry him. She needed a distraction. Then it came to her. Antiope would've smiled, but her face hurt like hell.
"Do you want a kiss?," she asked him as nicely as she could. "Please?"
The man smiled. "I thought that you would never ask." He removed the blade from her face and set it on the ground. She sighed a sigh of relief. Before the man could kiss her, she held a finger to her trembling lips.
"Can you please get this cloth wet so I can wash the blood off my face?," Antiope asked him while talking the cloth off her forehead, revealing another cut.
He smiled. "Sure, why not."
As he went to wet the cloth, Antiope pulled out her bow and arrow. Before the man knew what had hit him, there was an arrow in his back. Antiope shot another arrow at him. It landed the middle of the back of his neck. She smiled quickly and walked over to him with the dagger in her hand. By now he was on the ground, glaring up at her. Antiope spit on him.
"Now do you see why I told you not to mess with me?"
If he could've nodded his head, he would've. The arrows were slowly killing him.
"Yeah. Thought so,." She said while picking up the wet cloth and applying it to her bloody face. "If you promise to leave me alone forever, I will help you."
"Never. If I live, you will be my wife!"
Antiope stood on him and his grunted.
"Can I have a kiss?"
She spit on him. Gods, this guy was stupid. She wanted nothing to do with him. So she aimed the dagger at his heart-and stabbed it.
After she was done pushing him into the river, she wiped her face and started to cry. Her face hurt so much. The tears stung her gash. She wanted to stop, but she couldn't. Until she heard a nay. Antiope looked up. It was Midnight.
A half smile crossed her face as she saw him. He immediately trotted over her. When he was a few feet away, she could see pain in his eyes. Antiope walked over to him and stroked his nuzzle.
"I did for you Midnight. I did not marry that pig because of you."
Midnight nayed softly-then they heard a wild scream. Antiope looked up. A girl-or some kind of nymph was running around. A crazed look was on her face.
"They are destroying the forest! I cannot believe…the forest! Help! Help!"
Antiope's sadness turned into confusion. What was this girl doing, running around like a maniac? When the nymph came close enough to touch, she grabbed her arm. The nymph looked at her with wide eyes that were starting to fill with unshed tears.
"What's going on?," Antiope asked the nymph.
Her lip quivered and tears started to fill from her eyes. "The forest! My friends! My family! My home! They…they are dying!" The nymph put her head on Antiope's shoulder and cried wildly.
"Whoa whoa. First of all-who are you?"
She looked up at Antiope, and then at Midnight. The nymph wiped her eyes.
"My name is Melia, and I'm an ash tree nymph. But …but my home. My protectors and friends are dying! I have to get out of her!"
Antiope gave her another confused look.
"Whoa. Isn't this your home? If this is and everything gets destroyed, would not you die?"
Melia looked down at the ground. "No, I would not. My tree is on the outskirts of the forest. The destruction is-oh my gods." Melia trembled in fear and pointed behind them. Antiope turned around and gasped. The forest was on fire.