Warning from Author:

This fiction contains the following: attempted rape and vulnerability.

I ask all of you to proceed with caution. If any of the following offend or alarm you, then I beg you—DO NOT continue on to reading this. Please!

This has to be my most intense Obidala angst I have ever conjured up. I understand that by writing this I am flirting rather harshly with the Darkside….please, DO NOT read on if the above-mentioned subjects are too sensitive.

I apologize for the sidetrack from my previous story that I am currently working on. This one for some odd reason, needed to be released. I for one do not expect any of you to like this because of the themes involved. I would also like to apologize to the Anakin/Padmé people. This fic is something I also do not recommend any of you reading. I never cared for the brash Padawan, and I ask that you do not hate me for it.

Once again, if these guidelines do not agree with you—DO NOT READ THIS!

Anakin found out.

It came as such a shock that he had to see her. Had to know, had to be told…had to be restrained. Somehow he had found out that the woman he loved since childhood was having an "affair" with his mentor, his only father-figure—his master.

Padmé would answer. She would answer to him and no other.

With horrifying surprise, he burst into her apartment late in the night. Using the Force to violently close the door behind him, he advanced into the room until they were standing in the middle of the small living space. Only a few steps to the bedroom now…

"Anakin!" Padmé's surprised expression mirrored her panic that he felt through the Force. Using her fear, he would use it to pry any information he wanted to know.

And know it he will.

"How could you?" He growled, making no attempt to hide the desperation in his tone.

"W-What?"

He harshly grabbed her by the arms and shook. "How could you do this to me, Padmé? How could you! After all I had said to you, confessed to you—you chose HIM! How could you choose Obi-Wan over me? How!"

"Anakin! Stop it—you're hurting me!"

Anakin's enraged fire only fueled his jealousy. Perhaps Chancellor Palpatine was right.

If Anakin wasn't allowed to have her—to claim her—then nobody could.

Nobody.

Better make use of his advantage.

"If I cannot have you," Anakin continued, ignoring her cries of pain, "then neither can Obi-Wan." The darkness that soon surrounded the both of them muffled Padmé's piercing scream that would have made any normal ears ring from irritation. He felt his Force ability grow and appearance change; becoming the very darkness that plagued his soul and fueled his hate.

He would have her.

He violently pushed Padmé into the bedroom with a Force shove. With astonishing speed he was immediately on top of her; pinning her down with his renewed strength. Padmé cried and struggled under his weight as his yellow eyes bore into hers. This was the moment. A moment where he would have her all to himself. No Obi-Wan to come to her aid or any member of the Jedi Council to stop him with what he was about to do.

Yes, this was the moment.

His kisses were harsh and demanding; his body language spoke of lust and undeniable desire; the feeling he had was unmistakable. Everywhere throughout the room and beyond into the other two rooms, Obi-Wan's Force trace was hinted. Indeed he and Padmé had shared this place many times over.

And now it was Anakin's turn.

Padmé cried out as he began to push apart her legs. She hit him anywhere he was vulnerable, and pulled on his long brown hair in desperation. In reply, Anakin slapped her across the face. The impact stunned the helpless young woman and Anakin took this silent moment to rip apart her sleeping garments; attempting once more to continue with his rampage.

…he couldn't believe how beautiful she was. Even in her helpless state, Padmé was one striking woman. Anakin gazed at her lovely exposed skin, marveling at the softness created by the moonlight. He loved every curve, every feature; the shape of her arms, the texture of her stomach…the perfection of her small breasts and the way they moved up and down with every calming breath she took.

She truly was an angel.

Padmé's eyes pleaded for him to stop, stray tears falling from her tired panic-stricken face. Her awareness of him really seeing her for the first time echoed through the Force.

"Anakin…" her voice was small, barely above a whisper.

Yes. That was his name.

He was about to enjoy the pleasure that Obi-Wan experienced every time he came back from a mission—until he suddenly felt powerful hands grab the back of his tunic and hoist him off of the sobbing Senator and being dragged into the next room, where he was thrown to the ground.

"Obi-Wan!" Anakin spat. How dare he interrupt his passion of having Padmé! Without hesitating for a reply from his shocked master, Anakin leaped off the ground—lightsaber in hand.

Obi-Wan in response reacted before Anakin even had his lightsaber in hand; kicking him further back in the circular room towards the night of Coruscant. Together the two engaged in a battle for love and hatred. Obi-Wan constantly kept up a steady defensive stance while Anakin battered him with powerful thrusts and swings, both never breaking stride.

Soon Anakin's impatience was growing thin. The Darkside came to his aid when he called upon it to give him strength. In just a short while, Anakin had overpowered his master and soon had him within fate's hands—with Obi-Wan facing certain death. He had his master right where he wanted him—with Coruscant's never-ending fall just one step away.

Anakin marveled at the satisfying sensation of doing away with him once and for all; finally being able to have Padmé all to himself. This was the moment.

"Anakin—!" Obi-Wan gasped as his Padawan had a firm grip on his master's throat.

"She's mine! Not yours—mine!"

"Ana—" Obi-Wan's lightsaber came up, threatening to push him back and thus release him from the hurtful death grip. Anakin however was faster. A quick and merciless hit to the wrist sent his master's lightsaber flying out of his hand. The Padawan then used the opportunity to achieve the unthinkable—

—in the blink of an eye, Anakin's lightsaber impaled Obi-Wan through the stomach.

Padmé screamed.

Padawan Anakin Skywalker grinned with much enthusiasm as the pained expression of Master Obi-Wan Kenobi seemed to shrivel under his power.

Never had he known such satisfaction with triumph.

He leaned in close. "You will never take her from me."

For the small moment in time, both master and padawan locked gazes.

The response Anakin received from the taunting surprised him—

—Obi-Wan started to smile.

Smile…and lean in closer to his Padawan, the lightsaber digging deeper into his dying body. "No…but I will."

Anakin watched as Obi-Wan's appearance changed from an amused grin into that of a familiar smile and piercing glare. Both hands gripped Anakin's in a tight lock that stunned and surprised the shocked Padawan.

Obi-Wan changed into the ghostly figure of Master Qui-Gon Jinn.

The real Obi-Wan charged Anakin from behind and struck him down.

Down…to the depths of Coruscant below.