For fans of Serra Elinsen's masterpiece "Awoken," this new fanfiction is a fan created crossover fic between "Star Wars" and "Awoken." I wanted to emulate her wonderful prose to the best of my ability. In many ways, Darth Vader is Andromeda Slate's "Phantom of the Opera." I sometimes fantasize over Darth Vader singing "Music of the Night" in that soul-tingling,baritone voice as he seductively chokes the woman that he loves.

Andromeda Slate was having one of those lucid dreams again. In the dream, there was a shadowy figure within the swamps, urging her to utilize her force powers to compel him to move towards her resting place in the thicket of leafless trees that surrounded Dagobah swamps. The fetid, green swamp water seemed to bubble, as the romantic urges of her midi-chlorians triggered an intense burst of the force that intangibly moved outwards from her being.

A powerful voltage of sexual stimulation electrocuted her mind in retaliation to compulsion powers of the force. Her Jedi master has forewarned her that her mind was devoid of any substance that her cognitive connection to the force would be triggered, when she encountered the monstrous man that would have the ability to grant her both an identity and awaken her powerful connection to the force.

Of course, her Jedi Master also stipulated that "your powers can only be triggered, when you are irrevocably, hopelessly, and stupidly in love with this man that wears the armor of death."

Silencing the stern voice of her jedi master, she began to dwell more on the fantasies of her dark prince that her mind has been toxically replete with for the past few weeks. She felt herself licking the cold, hard plastic of her dark avenger's artificialized lips, and she could remember feeling enthralled with his black, almost insectile eyes. Everything about this dark avenger, dark prince ,who was powerfully named Dark Vader, made her compulsion powers further intensify to the point where the masked avenger fully ascended from the murky swamp waters.

Beckoning her, he waved his leather gloved hands with a loving languor, whilst he intoned "Ho-pen, Ho-pen, You have finally seen fit to come over to the dark side, Andromeda Slate. I am your darth prince."

Without a response, she stoically walked into the swamps towards his outstretched arms. Falling into his embrace, she could hear the melodic whimper of his "Ho-pen, Ho-pen." This was the sound of her own heart, hammering against her ribs. It was as if her heart wanted to leap out of her body, and fall deathly into the hands of someone that she subconsciously knew served both as the source of her demise and redemption.

"You are effectively enslaved to the darkness, my blank slate. I will create you in my own image, and make you effectively one of my own; an asthmatic shell of a human being that no longer has a body."

Clutching her neck, Darth Vader choked her lovingly. Andromeda envisaged the black hulls of Darth Vader's eyeless lids to have a smoldering glance. She began to feel dizzy, as Darth Vader's smooth, velvety hands grasped her neck tighter. Her head felt light, and this euphoric sensation that imbued her, as her surroundings progressively grew more blurred, was deliciously orgasmic.

"Ahhhh….Ahhhhhh…. Ahhhh…" Adromeda Slate weakly spoke the only monosyllabic words she ever spoke in her existence. Darkness obliterated her view. That was effectively the end of Andromeda Slate's life in the world of her fleeting, trite romantic fantasies.

Please R/R! I'm thinking of expanding this story beyond the boundaries of death. Darth Vader and Andromeda Slate would then have love that is imperishable. I mean, like, the force of their love entwined is impermeable. OMG..like.. I love the words that I find in the thesaurus.