POV: Anakin Skywalker

Ahsoka and I sat in the training room, observing Vestara practicing with her brand new weapon that she'd received from Dean earlier. She hadn't stopped training with it since the moment Dean left to hunt.

The training center that three of us were in was enormous. It was made up of pale, white tiles and there were edges jutting out of the walls that were used as a climbing course. The only problem with those walls were that they had built in blasters shooting at you the entire time.

The Council finally agreed that they were going to tear it down in a few weeks because it had become too hazardous, so no clones came near it for fear of their lives.

Vestara skillfully shot the droids that popped out of the wall. Dean entered the training section she was in and they discussed a little routine for extra practice.

Ahsoka and I sat behind a large, glass window together. She was happy because the Council had allowed us and Vestara and Dean to fall in love. They told us that it was secret, however, because they didn't want the rest of the Order to think they had free reign over the rules. They made an… exception for the vampires though.

Vestara shot at the blasters as Dean dodged their blasts while climbing up the wall. Quite a few blasts came dangerously close to hitting him. I warned Vestara of the anti-vampire blaster bullets, but she didn't seem to care all that much.

Some of the clones had… superstitions and thus believed that we were vampires. They had no idea how true those superstitions were.

Ahsoka squeezed my hand gently and I looked down at her, smiling. "Are you all right, Anakin?"

I leaned closer to her and kissed her nose. "I'm perfect," I whispered, intertwining our fingers.

She giggled and leaned against my left arm. "No doubt about it."

"Oh, hush," I teased.

She tilted her face towards mine and I kissed her lips lightly. I listened to her heart beat rapidly and skip a beat every now and then. I loved the way I made her feel.

POV: Vestara Amidala

The way I shot became very… instinctual. I was blasting as much as I possibly could before resorting to the process of reloading.

I knelt down, hiding behind the wall to reload. I heard the sound of glass shattering and crashing against the durasteel wall. I became alert until my vision became clouded with smoke. I couldn't even see my own hands in front of my face.

"Let me go!" Dean shouted from across the training area.

"Shut up," a cold, yet unfamiliar, voice demanded in hushed tones.

I stumbled forward as the sounds of struggling began. I didn't blur anywhere because I couldn't see anything in front of me. I heard Anakin and Dean growl as I finally found something and felt my way up the wall, climbing towards the top.

As I was about to reach the top, the smoke cleared just enough for me to see a hooded figure with their hand over Dean's mouth, holding him against their chest. Judging by the way their body was shaped, I assumed it was a female.

"This is going to hurt." Yep. Definitely a woman.

I cocked my eyebrows as the smoke thickened again. A dark boot came out of the smoke and slammed against my face. I had been stunned by the sudden movement and released my hold on the wall, falling to the durasteel floor.

As I hit the ground, my head began to throb and my eyes began to close. I could faintly hear Dean muffling something that sounded like my name.

I couldn't bring myself to move or think straight.

My vision darkened and I was lost.

POV: Ahsoka Tano

I coughed violently as Anakin carried me through the smoke. Someone had attacked him as well as Dean and Vestara. He set me down once we were on the training ground. He told me he heard something fall and he was concerned.

He was completely frustrated with the fact that he couldn't see anything at all. He took my hand and led me through the smoke as it began to lift. Anakin stopped suddenly and I bumped into him. He gaped at the body lying before us. It was Vestara.

Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted slightly. Blood was dripping into the floor from her mouth and the back of her head.

The smoke completely faded away as he knelt beside her body. He was trembling as he held her against his chest. I barely heard him whisper, "Oh, Force, not now. Please… not now…"

I stood behind him and rested my hands on his shaking shoulders. Tears were streaming down my face until Vestara began to cough. He relaxed beneath my hands and lifted her up as he stood. He gave me a look and I nodded at him quickly.

He blurred away from me and I began to run in his general direction. I knew he'd take her to the medbay, so that was where I would meet him.

Once I entered the medbay, I saw Vestara lying on the medical bed with med droids surrounding her.His eyes met mine and I silently begged for him to relax.

He extended his hand towards me and I quickly moved to take it. We stood there for several minutes, watching the droids work, before he finally decided to relax.

He took a seat not too far from where the droids and Vestara were. I sat in his lap and he circled his arms around me, kissing my shoulder gently.

His worry rolled off of him in waves even as I gently stroked his jaw line.

After an hour of silently expressing our love while Vestara was unconscious, the droids finally told us that she would be all right. Anakin sighed once the droid informed us of her stable condition. The droid said she'd probably be up in a few hours.

I stared up at Anakin's relieved face and leaned against his shoulder. "Okay, little one," he whispered. "Let's go for a bit."

I lifted myself off of him as he unwound his arms from my body. He took my hand in his and we slowly walked back to the dorm. "How are you doing?" I whispered, glancing at him.

He rubbed my hand with his thumb slowly. "I'm okay, love. I'm just glad she's all right."

"I am, too."

He was silent as we reached the door to our dorm. He paused outside of it and it didn't appear as though he could walk any further. "Anakin?"

I was able to separate my hand from his without him moving or saying anything at all. I shook him a little and he growled, turning on me. I jumped back and whimpered a little.

He stared at me with blood red eyes for a few moments before they became a golden coloring. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, reaching out for me.

I was slightly afraid, but I didn't want him to think I was upset with him. I threw myself at him and hugged him tightly. "It's okay." My palms were pressed against his upper back, nearly reaching his shoulder blades. "Will you tell me what's wrong?"

He sighed and returned my embrace with as much tightness as he could without worrying about breaking my bones. "What happened to Vestara is really bothering me."

I listened to his faint heartbeat and closed my eyes. "Do you want to talk about it?"

I always felt awkward when I asked him that. It was like asking your father if you wanted to talk about something in his personal life. Anakin is my lover, but he's so much older than me. He just gives off that vibe.

His chin rested over my shoulder and I felt him nod slowly. "If you're willing to listen."

"Always," I whispered.

He slowly separated himself from me and I lowered my hands to his, taking them in mine. I stared up at his face and squeezed his hands. "Vestara is family to me. Do you have any siblings?"

"I had a brother," I whispered. "He died before I could really remember him…"

He gave me an apologetic look and I smiled at him. "Don't worry about it. Like I said, I don't remember him very well. Go on with what you were saying."

"I had no siblings as a human," he said with a sigh. "At first, I suppose I could have considered you my sister, but look how that turned out. Vestara, however, has formed a family-like bond with me. She is like a sister to me. She's my little sister. My heart hurts when something happens to her."

"I understand how you feel. I've had friends that were like siblings to me as well. It was before I came here though. A friend of mine died and I couldn't get over her death for a long time."

He lifted his left hand and stroked my cheek gently, staring into my eyes. "Did you have that feeling like it was your entire fault?"

"Yes."

"I hate feeling this way," he whispered. "I know I'm not responsible, but I can't help feeling like I am. What am I supposed to do?"

It was scary how helpless and desperate he sounded. I leaned against him, closing my eyes, and listened to his heart once again. "The feeling will never go away. It's a part of you. You care a lot."

I felt his hand rest on my back. His fingers curled over my left side, holding the curve. His right hand still held my left, however. His breath caught and I opened my eyes. "Anakin?"

I pulled back and he swept me up into his arms, blurring into the dorm. Before I realized what was happening, I was lying on my back. He was above me with a beautiful smile. "What –"

"Shh," he whispered. He lowered himself towards me. His stomach pressed against mine and his arms rested beside mine. His fingers roamed over my cheekbones. I closed my eyes and my lips parted.

He knew how to take my breath away. I was jealous of that. He could do something so simple and make me feel amazing while I could do nothing to please him. The only thing I could offer him was my blood. Even then, if he took too much, he would depress himself.

His lips pressed against mine so softly that I almost didn't feel them until he began to move. I lifted my hands to his neck and rubbed his skin, moving towards his hair that I would soon tangle my fingers in.

I moved my legs out from underneath him and bent them at his sides. Chills ran through me as my back arched off of the mattress. His right hand slid behind me, holding me against him.

My legs draped around his waist as we continued to kiss. I was a bit surprised when a sudden pressure hit my lower half. He made a painful sound and we separated, panting.

"What was that?" I whispered.

He completely shifted himself away from me and I saw the embarrassed look on his face as he rested his mechanical hand over the area between his legs and held his head in his other hand. I raised my eye markings at him as his eyes closed.

After several moments of silence, he finally opened his eyes and looked at me. "What?" he whispered. "It can still happen…"

I giggled. "Don't be ashamed of it, Anakin."

"I just don't want you to think –"

I pressed my hand against his mouth. "Now you shh."

I pulled my hand away to see him smile weakly at me. "Trust me, Anakin. If I thought you were always like that, I probably wouldn't have fallen in love with you. I don't care if that happens."

"It's every time I see you," he whispered. "So, in essence, I and my body are always happy to see you."

I giggled again and he leaned closer, kissing me once more.

After a few moments, our lips separated and lingered near each other's. I could feel his cool breath on my skin as he breathed. "I love you."

I quickly kissed him. "I love you," I whispered to him.