So I was inspired to write this story because I really like Spartacus and I totally love Andy Whitfield and cried when I heard of his death.

I hope more stories for this show are uploaded because the amount of the current stories depresses me.

Excuse the speech I make the use, I don't believe I'm very successful in typing he words of old.

Enjoy! :D

"Make sure they are dead, or you will replace them."

"Yes Dominus," without another word I took off, making way towards the house of Batiatus. My Dominus, Marcus Decius Solonius has just sent me to kill two of the strongest gladiators of current time, Crixus and Spartacus, and I listened, like a good slave.

It was mid-afternoon and I found myself at Batiatus' Ludus, hiding in the shadows and watching as the man fought with vigor. At first I had no idea who Spartacus or Crixus was, for I never got the chance to watch the games. Solonius liked to keep my locked up, only allowing me to run his errands. Occasionally, I was allowed to fight with his gladiators, who where angered by being defeated by a woman. Nevertheless most of them were killed by Spartacus or Crixus. Who seemed to be easy to spot out in a crowd, they seemed to have a strong distaste for each other.

I didn't understand why Solonius wanted Spartacus dead, from what I heard he only killed four men in the arena in one game. Meanwhile, Crixus has killed hundreds upon hundreds, earning him the title Champion of Capua. But as I watched Spartacus fight, I understood why Solonius was so threatened. Nothing but determination, and the need for vengeance crossed his beautiful blue eyes. He would kill everyone to get what he wanted - whatever it was that he wanted.

In Crixus' eyes was nothing but arrogance and narcissism. I could see it in him when he responded to the Doctore's question, "Sacred ground, Doctore. Watered with the tears of blood."

"Your tears! Your blood! Your pathetic lives forged into something of worth. Listen! Learn! And, perhaps, live - as Gladiators! Now attend your master!" The tall, dark skinned Doctore yelled, waving a hand towards the viewing balcony as Batiatus slammed the doors open.

"You have been blessed! Each and every one of you, to find yourselves here at the ludus of Quintus Lentulus Batiatus, purvayor of the finest gladiators in all of the Republic!" Batiatus boosted, as the gladiators cheered at his speech. Once the clapping died down he spoke again, "Proove yourselves in the hard days to follow, proove yourselves more than a common slave - more than a man! Fail and die, either here where you stand, or sold off to the mines. Succeed, and stand proud among my titans!"

The gladiators began chanting his name, cheering him on like dogs, except for the new recruits, who stood awkwardly in place, not knowing what to do.

"A Gladiator does not fear death. He embraces it. Caresses it. Fucks it. Each time he enters the arena, he slips his cock in the mouth of beast, and prays to thrust home before the jaws snap shut," Doctore chided, turning back towards the new men.

A look of disgust crossed over my masked face. Such disgusting things men do with their cocks, what woman would actually put that in their mouth. Realization hit me when I noticed practically every woman in Capua would. I was satisfied to count myself as one of the few who would not do such ghastly things. I was a virgin after all, and I planned to keep it that way for some time. I was brought out of my mind when Doctore yelled Spartacus and swung his whip at the man.

Swiftly catching the whip around his wrist, Spartacus smooth voice filled everyone's ears, "That is not my name."

A small smile broke its way onto my face, but was quickly wiped of as Doctore pulled the whip back, sending Spartacus flying face forward to the sand.

Quickly growing bored of Spartacus being picked on, I laid back and watched as the day continued on. I watched as Spartacus refused to fight Crixus, as he went to attack Doctore, as an innocent trainee was accidentally killed in the process, as Crixus spared Spartacus' life, as the men trained, and as Spartacus made a friend with another new recruit, who I think was named Varro.

Soon the sun settled and the gladiators began to leave to their sleeping chambers. I crawled out from my spot, pulling my sword out from the its case around my waist. Spartacus seemed to trail behind the rest of the gladiators, with his new found friend Varro. Sadly, Crixus was not with them, but better to kill one then none.

Silently, I made my way towards the man, making sure my mask was tight in place and that my brown curly hair was not going to fall from its case on the back of my head.

I grinned, this was going to be easy. I prepared my blade, but Varro seemed to notice the shine of my sword in the moonlight and yelled at Spartacus to move just as I was about to swing the blade into his neck.

Spartacus quickly turned around, grab one of my arms tightly holding the sword, and swung behind me holding the blade to my neck. The yelling of Varro seemed to attract attention, as the gladiators who have yet to make it to their rooms began to walk back outside and Batiatus stormed outside out into the viewing balcony as he was disturbed by the yelling.

All attention was on Spartacus and I. Although my face was hidden behind a mask, my dress flowed in the wind, telling everyone of my gender. Lust quickly appeared on their faces as they had not had a woman in such a long time, but they quickly replaced it with seriousness.

Taking a risk, I elbowed Spartacus hard in the rib and twirled out of his grip while he recoiled. The sword only nicked my neck, earning a small stream of blood to flow down my collar bone.

"Who is this bitch!" yelled Batiatus.

Ignoring Batiatus' comment I took a fighting stance in front of Spartacus, who held the sword tightly. Hearing the sound of wind and the searing pain in my back I knew Doctore had returned with his whip at hand. Quickly, I turned around, grabbed the whip just as it was about to slap me again, and pulled with all my might causing the dark skinned man to stumble forward, and whip to fall out of his hands. Not really knowing how to use a whip, I threw the weapon far across the sands and turned back to Spartacus who began to make his way towards me.

"Will someone get this bitch!" Batiatus yelled loudly at the rest of the gladiators who stood in amazement at a woman who had just outsmarted their Doctore. But quickly snapping out of their trance the quickly made haste to surround me. I roundhouse kicked the first one to approach me in the face. He was a bald man, muscular and tall in stature, but brought down to his knees at the force of my kick. He yelled obscenities at me, complaining of his new headache.

At this point the guards had started to file in to the ludus, and I felt highly outnumbered.

Being helped to his feet by Crixus, the bald man who attacked first attacked me stood up, glaring at me with hate. The began to stalk towards me, pushing me into the wall that surrounded the ludus.

A sigh escaped my lips. This was going to be harder than I thought. In fast thinking, I turned around and hurled myself on top of the wall that surround the ludus and began to run along the edge. Some gladiators followed me onto the edge running after me, others began to yell and chant.

The first man on the edge began to approach me and I swiftly turned around, snapping my hand into the pressure point on his neck and threw him over the edge back into the ludus. Before I was able to attack the second, whips from the guards who stood below latched onto my hands and pulled me back into the pit of men. One guard stood behind my kneeling form with a sword to my neck and two others held the whips that tightly held my wrist and stood far back to prevent me from moving.

The sea of gladiators had parted as their Dominus, Batiatus approached me with a crippled man following close behind.

"Out of all the things that I would get today, I did not expect a cunt to come with it," Batiatus mumbled to himself, before questioning me, "What purpose do you have here? Why have you attacked my men?"

I bowed my head before speaking back, "I was sent to assassinate your gladiators Crixus and Spartacus, my lord."

Batiatus grumbled and then yelled, "Well that was unsuccesful!" I did not speak as Batiatus began to think to himself, before looking back at me with curiosty and anger. "Who sent you slave?"

"Marcus Decius Solonius," I mumbled back, knowing that if I where to return to my Dominus I would surely be slaughtered and brutally tortured.

"Fucking Solonius!" Batiatus yelled running a hand threw his hair. "But of all things he sends a woman!" Batiatus and his gladiators began to chuckle at the thought of me killing the two men who I was sent to murder. Upon whatever notion seen, the guard holding a blade to my neck began to raise the sword high in the air, preparing himself to plunged it into my neck.

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, welcoming death into open arms. Hades would have me, I would be his eternal slave. Forever a slave.

Just as the guard began to bring the sword down Batiatus spoke, "Wait!"

And all was silent as the blade hovered centimeters away from my throat. Opening my eyes I looked at Batiatus with confusion.

"Tell me slave, would you serve under a new master?" He asked me standing closer and slightly bending to me.

Finding my voice I replied, "Yes."

Batiatus laughed excitedly, "Well then tomorrow we shall test you along with the new recruits! See what Solonius saw in you that was enough to send a person of your gender to assasinate my men! And if you pass you will become my slave and I shall be your Dominus! Lastly you will show us your face!" He eyed my mask curiously. The gladiators confusedly clapping and cheered unsure it this was a good idea or not. Stepping closed to me Batiatus spoke again, "Tomorrow morning you shall accompany Ashur and bring Solonius here so he can tell us his intentions."

Without another word to me Batiatus turned to the crippled man behind and said, "Take her to the Medicus and when he is done show her to Naevia who will get her new clothes and show her to the slave chambers." Then Batiatus turned to his gladiators, "Sleep now! The bitch has been tamed!"

The gladiators chuckled and listened leaving to gain their much needed sleep. As everyone seemed to disappear, the only ones left was the guards who kept me kneeling, the crippled man named Ashur and myself.

"You may leave," Ashur said waving his hand at the guards, who nodded and tugged at their whips causing it to release my now bruised and bleeding wrists. I allowed my hands to fall into my lap and the blood stained my white dress. Ashur trudged over to me with a devious smile on his face, "Come on. Get up. We need to clean those cuts."

Gingerly nodding my head, I stood up and began to follow Ashur to were the Medicus was.

"So, what's your name?" Ashur asking trying to spark up conversation, after some time of silently walking.

I looked up at him shocked and softly mumbled back, "No one has asked my name before."

"Well i'm asking now."

"It's Li-"

I was cut off as Ashur opened a door, revealing stairs and a voice yelled up at us, "What do you want at this time of hour?"

Ashur and I walked down the stairs and found a tall thin old man. Ashur spoke up, "Dominus wants you to fix up her wounds. Naevia will be here shortly to pick her up make sure you are done by then." The Medicus grumbled to himself but began preparing the wooden table behind him and tools to use. Ashur turned towards to me and laid his hands on my shoulders, "Another time then for names. I shall see you tomorrow, may your wounds be healed by then." With one last devious smile Ashur left back up the stairs to retrieve this Naevia.

There was something wrong with that man, something I could not figure out at the moment. In time I will discover his flaw.

"Sit on the table," the Medicus suddenly spoke. I listen and allowed him to examine my neck and wrists. "Well at least stitches are not needed. Now hold still." He began cleaning my wounds and I did not so much as wince at the small shocks of pain that went up my arms and down my spine. Just as he finished wrapping my wrist and my neck a very tanned pretty woman with long brown hair walked down the stairs to where I sat.

"Is this the woman Ashur spoke of?" She asked the Medicus, who only nodded his head. She turned to me with a kind smile I rarely was gifted to see. "Hello I'm Naevia. Follow me please."

I nodded my head, thanked the Medicus who grumbled in response and followed Naevia back up the steps. We walked through the gladiators sleeping chambers, passed by Doctore who was yelling at the new recruits to wake up for they had training. The stared at my curiously and cautiously. All looked away as Doctore began yelling at them to make way towards the training area, except Spartacus who kept his gaze at me. I nodded my head slightly and he returned it with furrowed eyebrows.

"This is where we shall sleep," Naevia spoke motioning to two small fragile beds. Both had the sheets neatly made but one had a slave dress laying on it. "I will leave you to change." Naevia left quietly closing the door behind her.

Staring at the door in which she left at I came to realize my situation. Batiatus was going to be my new Dominus and his ludus was going to be my new home. Solonius was going to be furious with me. I had failed. I was no longer a good slave and I new my previous Dominus, Solonius would do anything to kill me - that is, if Batiatus doesn't beat him to it.

I walked over to the bed and picked up the dress. It was similar to Naevia but a creamy white rather than blue. Stripping myself from my previous dress, I replace it with this new one which seemed to show more skin and hugged my figure tighter. I pulled the clip out from hair and let my waist length spiraled curls fall to my waist. I gingerly pulled the mask off of my face as the door was opening.

"Well I see the dress fits perfectly," Naevia's said as she closed the door behind her. My back was to her in fear she would be disgusted with my face just as Solonius was. I turned towards her shyly and stared at her with eyes that some said where cursed, others blessed by the Gods.

Naevia stopped walking and stared up at my face in awe. "Your eyes - they are beautiful."

My eyes were unlike any other. My left eye was the brightest light blue and gold spurred around my pupil. My right eyes was vice versia, gold colored with light blue spewing from the pupil.

"You are truly blessed by Venus."

I was awoken by Naevia who spoke quickly saying, "It is time to wake. Domina will be waiting for me, Batiatus wants to see you so you can accompany Ashur."

I grabbed her forearms as the kept shaking me. "I have awaken Naevia." I smiled softly at her, and watched as she stared at me. "Naevia?"

"Oh apologies. I have not gotten used to your beauty," Naevia spoke smiling back and walked towards the door, waiting patiently for me to follow. We walked through were the gladiators slept and found no one, but as we made way to the ludus we hear the voices and laughter of men. First Naevia walked through the door which lead to the room where the men ate and the first noises to be heard where wolf whistles and sex talk, but when I walked in silence fluttered through the air and everyone stared at me. I stared at them in sadness. Was I not beautiful like Naevia?

I noticed Spartacus in the corner with Varro and Ashur. Crixus seated at a table with a large beast of a man and the bald man I had kicked yesterday. Doctore stood in the corner leaning against the wall watching the men eat. But all was taken away from their thoughts and their food when walked in. Why was this? That was then I saw the lust in their eyes

"Come on. Don't be shy," Naevia said, motioning to me slightly. I timidly walked over to her, trying to avoid looking at the men."She is beautiful is she not?"

Narrator's POV

Most men in the room could feel themselves harden at the mere sight of the woman who had just walked in with Naevia. They had never seen something more beautiful. Not even their own wives or lovers could compare.

Almost all of them wanted to ravish her right one the table, grip those large round breasts of hers, grip her soft curly locks, seize her pink soft plump lips and stare into her strange yet beautiful eyes as she moaned their name.

Spartacus and Varro felt quilty though. They had never wanted a woman this much before, and they simply blamed it on be deprived of touch for so long.

Yet, who was this woman? They didn't think they had ever seen this woman before.

"Who is she? A new slave?" The bald man next to Crixus asked lustfully with an accent I was unfamiliar with. Uncomfortable, I gripped tightly at Naevia's arms who looked at me in pity but held my hand back.

"Well Gnaeus she is the woman who tried to assassinate Spartacus and Crixus last night," Naevia spoke boldly without any fear and began to walk towards the door to leave holding my hand tightly, but I was quickly grabbed by Gnaeus who pulled me into his lap and began stroking my thigh.

"So the bitch finally shows her face. I still have a fucking headache from your kick!" He yelled grabbing my hair and pulling brought my face up to his and stared into my eyes with lust and hate.

"Gnaeus!" Doctore yelled walking over, whip at hand. "As long as Dominus wants her alive, we keep her alive and well! So I advise letting her go." reluctantly Gnaeus threw me off his lap just as I was about to feel something hard pushing on my bum.

I quickly caught myself, before falling and stood up straight.

"She's not so fucking tough. Maybe Dominus is just keeping her for a good fuck," Gnaues said, laughing with his mates. I could feel my blood boiling now. How dare he? First he manhandles me and then he questions my strength.

Without thinking I quickly turned around and punched him right in the nose. He flew back out of his chair cursing loudly and holding his now bloody broken nose.

Naevia quickly took my hand and ran out of the ludus, as Crixus and his friends laughed at Gnaues' misfortune. We passed by guards who stared at me for a second before meeting the gladiators and calling for Spartacus.

"You shouldn't provoke a man like Gnaeus," Naevia chided, turning to me once we were safe in a hallway in Batiatus' house. She turned to me holding my hand and patting it with her other hand.

"He shouldn't touch women against their will," I mumbled back.

Naevia nodded but said, "True, but still. I do not want to see a new found friend hurt." She smiled sweetly at me. I smiled back, and allowed her to guide me to where Batiatus' chambers was. With a quiet goodbye she left me with Batiatus who stared at me seated at his desk.

"You are the assassin..?" He asked, not believing.

"Yes."

"Well are you not a vision, truly blessed by the Gods," he said staring with want like every other man. "And your eyes! How very peculiar." I merely stared at him as he stood up and walked towards me. "Nevertheless, there is still business to attend today. You will go with Ashur to Solonius and bring him back here. Unharmed might I add!"

Ashur soon walked in pacing me a lasting glance and then looking at Batiatus and bowing his head, "Apologizes for my delay."

Batiatus just waved it off, "Leave now. Return quickly."

Ashur and I both nodded or heads and made way to get Solonius.

The guards immediately opened the doors to Solonius' home once they saw me. With Ashur close behind I walked to Solonius' chambers ignoring everyone who stood in the hall. Upon seeing my Solonius smiled.

"Ah, loyal beauty! Have you succeeded in what I have asked of you?" He asked me smiling, but frowned once he say Ashur walk in behind me.

"Batiatus would like to talk with you."