Do not own Star Wars or any of Lucas' awesome ideas and tirology. And i sorta wish i DID own Anakin, but i do not.
My First Star Wars Fanfic, so please, be nice and R&R:
He knew he shouldn't have, but he still did, thoughts of her entered his mind and he drifted into a world that he knew was lost. He had killed her.
In his visions, she lay in his arms as they spoke lost words to each other that were now only engraved in his memory and his dark heart.
She lay near him, her finger wrapped around the small braid of hair behind his ear. She let go as he made the movement to leave.
"I must go, the council will be waiting for me" he had said, reluctantly getting up from the bed as she smiled and pulled him in for a quick kiss. He took a moment to glance at the new ring on his finger before putting on his shoes and giving her another, longer kiss goodbye; he got up and started for the door.
"Be safe" she smiled, her eyes filling with tears, to see him go. He turned back and looked at her.
"I will" he smiled and she returned it. With that he had gotten into the racer and flown away from Lake Country on Naboo.
Within the black mask, a single tear fell from the young man's eye.
"Something troubles you, my young apprentice" Palpatine hissed, walking into the room and taking a seat at his large chair.
"It's nothing master" the Sith lord replied, lying.
"I sense your sorrow" Palpatine continued, paying no heed to his apprentice's lie.
"But you must learn to use your sorrow. Hate and anger will make you a more powerful Sith, and with one stroke you can kill the one who brought this upon you, this hideous mechanical form you now embody" the emperor finished, poisoning a once pure mind.
"Yes, master" the Sith lord replied, sitting beside the emperor.
"The dark side has given you clarity, but you falter, do you regret it, my apprentice?" Palpatine asked him.
"No, master" he answered, the dark mask distorting his voice and his breathing, while the single tear still lingered on his cheek, unable to wipe it off, it burned him inside his dark soul, in which only a glimmer of light remained.
"You'll see, apprentice, the future is great for both of us" Palpatine smiled viciously and turned his chair to face the large window at the front of the ship. "Now, Lord Vader, leave me to my thoughts" Palpatine said without looking away from the asteroid field ahead.
"Going into light speed" a command came over the intercom and Darth Vader rose after the ship blasted to the other side of the galaxy.
"Yes Master" he replied.
Walking down the large hallways, he spoke to no one and came to his bed chamber. A large room, filled with his own sorrow and sadness.
"Anakin" he heard her voice, seared into his heart, "Padme" he spoke silently to the empty room, sitting on the simple bed. He sighed. "I'm sorry" he spoke softly, tears falling from his eyes quickly now, he made no effort to stop them and put his head into his hands that rested on his knees. "Padme" he again whispered silently to the room. Long he stayed in his room, with his head bent low, ashamed and angry at himself for being so blind that he had killed her. His visions had been wrong, but the Jedi had betrayed him, especially Obi Wan, he had been like a brother, Obi Wan had even said it himself and yet he left him so brutally to die. Reconstructed more machine than man, the young Sith lord wept long in his room.
"Lord Vader?" came from the door and he lifted his head to look at the young general standing at his door in uniform.
He took a deep breath in, which was magnified and made deeper by the black mask.
"Yes?" he asked, standing and making himself strong, not to look weak in the eyes of some simple man.
"The Emperor wishes a word with you" The man said, leaving the room and walking down the hallway, back to the command station.
On his way to the door, Lord Vader caught his reflection in the large rectangular mirror hanging on the wall, a few paces from the door. He stared at the black mask that covered his face and felt his mechanical hand move within the dark suit covered by the black cloak, his tears stopped and his heart pounded, with a swipe of his red lightsaber, the mirror fell into pieces at his feet.
Shards of the mirror lay on the floor, still reflecting his horrible appearance. Satisfied with the mess, he left the room, filled with anger and hate for the Jedi and yet, every part of his heart beat for her.