These are the last drabbles for 2010, although there is a holiday challenge coming up... I have enjoyed writing this darker Vader and I do hope to flesh out this story line further in the future.

As always - previous disclaimers still apply.

Recoil

Something inside Vader recoiled at his son's announcement. Something shrank, flinched at the words that the boy forced out in defiance. Luke had heard the truth, had felt it, and had accepted it.

It had not, however, meant that his captive son had accepted him.

It gave him a moment's pause.

"...you're going down a path I can't follow."

She had done the same. She had told him she loved him while refusing to accept him, had turned away from him, had turned to Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan, who had turned his wife against him, had now turned his son against him.

ooOOoo

Resistance

With a slow, burning, fury he raised his hand, reached out with the Force and grasped his son by the neck; lifting him into the air. He ignored the strangled gasps, ignored the lips that slowly began to turn blue.

"Obi-Wan will fail. You are my son. Mine."

Luke's remaining hand grasped at his throat, trying desperately to loosen the tight, invisible fingers.

With a quick flick of his wrist he threw Luke across the room. The boy thudded into the wall and dropped to the floor.

Vader towered over him. "Your resistance will only make my victory more satisfying."

ooOOoo

Restrain

He reigned in his anger, restrained his desire to punish, to dominate and destroy. There would be no death for his son.

He turned from the boy, gestured to the waiting duelling droids to come forward. He felt Luke's horror and hopeless understanding shudder through the Force as his father abandoned him to the darkness of the training room and to the merciless droids.

This would be his son's life; this room, these droids, until his spirit bent and snapped to the will of the Dark Side.

Until he found his knees once more and renounced the Jedi.

Renounced Kenobi.