POV OF THE STALKER:
I watch her.
I protect her.
I am her keeper.
She has yet to acknowledge me, but I know she will. She seemed pleased with the extra raw meat I had hidden in her private food 'fresher.
She was too skinny- too stunted in her growth. No matter, I'll take care of it. The men she surrounds herself with don't give her what she needs for proper survival. No matter, I'll take care of her. I always have. I always will. Once she realizes it's me, she'll love me and take care of me.
She'll care for me like she cares for the brunette boy. The one that kissed her. He thought she wanted it. That she liked it. Perhaps she did, too. But I will always know her better than she knows herself. I know she did not want it. He is a problem. He is something I will take care of. I always do. So when they part, I follow him. I do not worry for my beloved, I know she will be safe. I follow him to a planet I cannot bother remembering. I follow him to a cheap motel- follow him into the cheap room. He looks surprised to see me. Pleased too, he orders 'room service'. He does not look so pleased when my knife becomes unsheathed.
He screams, but he is too far from anyone who cares. I grin, his screams are nice. His screams are revenge for what he has done to what is mine. When I am finished, it is possible they will not know who it is. My beloved will, and she will be thankful. I know what is best for her, and he was an obstacle, someone who would not be useful. I leave a message, perhaps she will find me. She knows me better than I know myself, as I her.
When she finds out, her reaction is wonderfully beautiful. Her eyes fill with tears of happiness, her screams are of relief. She is safe, and she knows it. She can't stand to see pictures of his remains. Can't stand to see the holos of the filth that thought he might amount to anything near her worth. She seems surprised at my message, but that is to be expected. It is not everyday one admits their pure intentions and love for you. The men she surrounds herself with all seem to be on edge. They never leave her alone, always in her space. She is uncomfortable and skittish, I can tell. I can always tell. These men are no good to her. She fears them. They are a problem. I will take care of that problem, just as I take care of her. Just as I took care of the brunette.
They find his body sooner than I thought, but I do not mind. I left another note for her. Another advocation of my love. This time she finds the body, and she screams again, her hand covering her mouth. I am pleased to see her so surprised. Unfortunately, my pleasure is soured once the others come in. The big brunette in charge sends her off with the one with aurebesh engraved into his head. The brunette and the blonde one converse for a bit. They talk about me. Of course they do, they are jealous of our intertwining souls. They plan to hunt me down, relieve my beloved. They need more men to take care of her and ensure her safety. They cannot. I am the only one who can protect her from her captors.
Today I left her a gift. She will enjoy the gift, I know she will. I always know.
I am following her and the blonde one- ensuring her safety. He will harm her if I do not protect her. Luckily, he is the only one today. He is a good fighter, and will certainly try to fight my protections, but he is but one man, and I am prepared. I always am. Suddenly, he and mine start arguing loudly. I can see her distress. Sense it through our souls. It grates against me. Upsets my insides. They are arguing about my gift, and he wants to throw it away. I am out of the shadows in moments. How dare he try to trash such a precious thing. Shame! I am on him in moments, throwing into a wall. My beloved screams as I try to attempt what I have done to my last two victims. But I underestimated my opponent. And his mind. He flips our positions easily, trapping my arms and myself. Another one comes out from beneath the cloak of shadows. He has an aurebesh five on his forehead. He goes to comfort my beloved and takes her away. He cannot care for her like I can. I struggle beneath this man, until I wiggle from under him. I swipe at his neck again, but he is much quicker than his formers. He calls for the brunette, who arrives quickly. I cannot breathe as he begins to strangle me with his strange powers. I can feel his hatred for me.
I can't help but grin through his aching hold on my trachea. She has returned and is watching. She will see what monsters they are and why she needs me. She will see. She asks me my name, and all my dreams have come true. My answer does not please the men, but I did not say it to please them. She seems shocked, looking to the blond. Perhaps she knew it was me all along and is playing the part. She should not be this shocked by it. Oh well. She knows me now. She always will.
I start talking again. About the others. About how I will save her from these people. She looks to the blond again and an anger I am stranger to surges through me. Why should he get her eyes? He is nothing. Dirt. Filth. Just another useless figure. WIth a strength that surprises me, I escape the magic hold. I lunge for the blond. But she is quicker. She shoves me out of the way. The knife embeds itself into me, but she is touching me. Her torso against my arm. My hand reaches out to stroke her cheek and she flinches back, watching me with guarded eyes. The one with a five punches me and the blond pulls her back into his arms. My resentment is strong, but her touching me was worth it all. I grin at her again. Dark pulls me close, and she is the last I see. Ironic, she is all I ever see.
Ahsoka shivers as the woman before takes one last shuddering breath, and her disturbingly cloudy white eyes close. She takes one shuddering breath herself, leaning heavily into Rex as Fives and Anakin check for a pulse. She feels guilty when there is none. She shakes and lets out a sob, falling to her knees. Rex goes with her, and she clings to him. Lux is dead. Storm is dead. Both gone in gory ways, killed by the woman in front of her. She threw up once she had seen the messages. But it was all over now. It was all over, Rex kept whispering to her. But they all knew she could never sleep again.