Leia was standing in the sitting room, keeping her eyes on the partially closed door of Padme's room. She listened intently for any signs of distress or of a struggle, with five of the rebels by her side. For a few minutes, everything seemed calm and all they heard were the murmurs of pleasant conversation. Good thing Padme was wearing a simple, modest gown. It was always better to be on the safe side with men when concerning Padme. She was too beautiful for her own good. That was what had gotten them into this stalker mess in the first place.
Suddenly, a crash broke the silence, jerking Leia out of her thoughts. Several thumps followed. Immediately, Leia dashed into the room, with the rebels following suite. Luke! she yelled through their Force bond. Come quickly!
When the door was slammed open, an alarming sight met her. A glass vase was in pieces on the floor, the water that had once been inside it spreading over the marble tiles. Rose petals were strewn all over the mess. The polished side table lay on its side on the floor, books, ornaments, holomovies, and other objects scattered around it. And in the center of the chaos . . . Padme, her hair a mess and her dress wrinkled, her expression a mixture of horror, surprise, and fear(of what Anakin would think). Her cheeks were glowing with two bright spots of color, her face was pale, and her lips looked on the verge of bleeding.
The man, Maxiass, or whatever, stood beside her, looking concerned. "I'm so sorry, Miss Padme." He looked upset, wringing his hands as he darted terrified glances over to where Leia stood. "Oh . . . d-did the kiss upset you?"
Hold on . . . Leia thought. KISS?!
"W-Was it really that bad? Oh, I-I'm so sorry, Miss. It's just . . . " he looked shyly at her, "y-you're so beautiful, and so smart, and so kind, and such a strong, confident woman . . . I couldn't help it. I-I feel this spark, this connection with you, that I-I've never felt with anyone else. It's like the Force is calling out to me, telling me that you're the one," he stammered. "I don't know how to explain it."
"You don't know how to explain it because it doesn't exist," Leia snapped, cutting her eyes at him. If looks could kill, he would have died on the spot. "She's not 'the one'. You just met. And for your information, she's married. Hate to break it to you, but she's taken. So cry a river, build a bridge, and get over it. She's in love with someone else," Leia spat.
For a second, the man's eyes flashed angrily, and he looked as if he wanted to hit someone. His enraged expression quickly smoothed over, however, and it had been so brief that Leia doubted whether it had happened at all. Still, a shadow remained behind his heartbroken eyes, causing Leia to suspect that perhaps the man wasn't as nice as he seemed.
Her train of thought was broken when Luke entered, along with ten other rebels. He narrowed his eyes at the man, crossing his arms. "I think it's time for you to leave," he said in any icy tone. "I'd be more than happy to escort you out."
Grabbing his arm harshly, Luke motioned to the strongest of the men, who quickly and forcefully took hold of his other arm. Padme looked as if she almost felt bad. "I'm sorry, Maximilian," she apologized. "I'm not interested. But thank you for your kindness."
The man looked like he wanted to say something; however, he just took a deep breath and nodded, looking half bitter and half heartbroken. "I-I see. I-I apologize for imposing my apparently unwanted attention on you. I should've know a beauty like you would already be married. Who, may I ask, is the beyond lucky man?" His expression showed that he throughly wanted to throttle Padme's husband.
"None of your business," Leia snapped, her eyes cold. "The bottom line: mess with Padme again and Luke's lightsaber will be at your throat. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes," the man said bitterly. He shot one last look at Padme, and was then dragged out of the apartment complex.
The taste of her lips was intoxicating. He would never get tired of it. The feel of her soft body pressed up against his, the smoothness of her skin . . . The feel of her silky locks, which smelled so like Nubian roses . . . Oh . . . Once she was his, his life would be complete. He would never regret that kiss, much less his actions afterward.
Apparently, she did. The fact made him burn with fury. The horror in her expression once she realized what had just happened made him almost grit his teeth in anger. Soon she would regret that. Soon she would be begging him for more . . . which he would gladly give. Once the Jedi was gone, she would be all his. The fun they would have . . . she would regret ever ending their relationship.
*Flashback*
"We can't do this anymore," Padme said, looking up at him with those brown eyes he couldn't resist. "I-I'm so sorry. I don't feel anything, any spark between us. If we were to continue this relationship, it would be a total lie. I don't want to do that to you."
"You love me, Padme!" he cried, grabbing her hands and looking desperately into her eyes. "I know you do! You always have, ever since we met!"
"No," she said sadly. "I thought I did, but . . . I don't. Whatever I might have felt in the past is gone. I'm sorry."
"No." He pulled her flush up against him. "I won't accept that. You love me." He tightened his grip on her wrists, tight enough to leave bruises. She cried out in pain, trying to pull away, but it was no use. "Say it," he growled. "Tell me you love me and I'll forget everything else you've said."
She continued to fight. "Let me go!"
"No."
Tears sprung to her eyes as the pain in her wrists increased. "Get your hands off me! I don't belong to you!"
"You do," he growled.
"I believe I just broke up with you!"
He stepped even closer to her, until he was practically breathing down her neck. "Say that again," he threatened, "and you will regret it." He twisted her arms behind her back. "Say that you love me, and I'll release you."
"Never!"
*End of Flashback* (In case you're very angry at me for cutting it off there, it will be finished . . . eventually ;)
He wanted to punish her. To make her feel pain and pleasure. But that would wait. If he took her now, security would catch him in no time. That would be foolish.
Instead, he stepped towards her, feigning surprise and concern. "Miss! Are you alright? What's the matter?"
". . . What . . . ?! . . . What are you d-doing . . . ?!" she cried.
For a split second, anger almost overcame him, but his years of acting was just enough to smooth it under the surface. And just in time. Miss Skywalker Junior barreled into the room, followed by five of the barbarians.
"I'm so sorry, Miss Padme." He wrung his hands, doing his best to look upset. "Oh . . . d-did the kiss upset you?"
Miss Skywalker Junior's expression turned murderous, and he almost laughed. Yeah, that's how bad your security is. I was able to kiss her.
"W-Was it really that bad? Oh, I-I'm so sorry, Miss. It's just . . . " he looked shyly at her, "y-you're so beautiful, and so smart, and so kind, and such a strong, confident woman . . . I couldn't help it. I-I feel this spark, this connection with you, that I-I've never felt with anyone else. It's like the Force is calling out to me, telling me that you're the one," he stammered. "I don't know how to explain it."
"You don't know how to explain it because it doesn't exist," Miss Skywalker Junior snapped, cutting her eyes at him. "She's not 'the one'. You just met. And for your information, she's married. Hate to break it to you, but she's taken. So cry a river, build a bridge, and get over it.She's in love with someone else," Leia spat.
For the second time that day, rage threatened to overtake him. He wanted to pull out a blaster and shoot her through the head. However, he regained control of himself just in time, putting his mask of heartbreak and bitterness back onto his face.
Jedi Skywalker Junior suddenly entered, along with ten other rebels. Ugh. Weren't there enough of them in this galaxy to begin with? Why did Padme have to bring two more of them into the universe? The annoying Jedi narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms, the splitting image of his father(except even more ugly). "I think it's time for you to leave," he said in any icy tone. "I'd be more than happy to escort you out."
Grabbing his arm harshly, Luke motioned to the strongest of the men, who quickly and forcefully took hold of his other arm. Padme looked as if she almost felt bad. The man just barely restrained himself from smirking. It was all too easy. "I'm sorry, Maximilian," she apologized. "I'm not interested. But thank you for your kindness."
Another rejection?! How dare she! He wanted to throw her onto the carpet and slam some sense into her, but instead, he just took a deep breath and nodded, looking half bitter and half heartbroken. "I-I see. I-I apologize for imposing my apparently unwanted attention on you. I should've know a beauty like you would already be married. Who, may I ask, is the beyond lucky man?" He wanted to throttle Anakin Skywalker so badly right now . . . even more than usual . . .
"None of your business," Leia snapped, her eyes cold. "The bottom line: mess with Padme again and Luke's lightsaber will be at your throat. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes," the man said bitterly. Whatever. She'll be mine. He shot one last look at Padme, and was then dragged out of the apartment complex. Jedi Skywalker Junior and the other barbarian dumped him outside the building. "Feel free to never come back!" he called.
"Oh, I'll be back," he muttered, stalking away, rubbing his arms. He made his way through Coruscant, too angry to even flirt. After wandering through the streets for an hour, burning with anger, he finally reached a local club. Striding inside, he dumped a pile of credits on the counter. The bartender handed him a shot of Coruscant's strongest alcohol. Downing it in one gulp, he ordered another, and another . . . and another. He flung himself into a seat, staring angrily out into the crowd of drunk people. At least he had gotten to kiss Padme. It had almost been as good as their first kiss together . . . except she had given it willingly.
*Flashback*
The couple sat on a beach in Naboo, gazing out over the water. The atmosphere was peaceful, tranquil. Warm rays, almost hot but not quite, beamed down upon them, illuminating the happy faces of both. A slight breeze drifted over the surface of the lake. It blew a stand of Padme's hair into her face, which the young man beside her quickly tucked behind her ear. She laughed gaily. "You don't have to do that. I am quite capable of managing my own hair," she teased playfully.
"I know you are, Padme," he said, playing with her hair. "But I am also quite capable of doing it for you." His mouth turned up into a teasing smirk.
She shook her head, smiling. "I don't know what I would do without you."
"I'm not even going to think about that," he said, his eyes gazing into hers. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He put his arm around her, sighing contently. "I love you."
"I love you too."
He leaned down and kissed her. Their lips met, softly, hesitantly.
The first . . . and one of the last kisses she had given willingly.
*End of Flashback*
It was beautiful. Unforgettable. But he had been young then. He hadn't yet known that love itself was not enough. He hadn't realized the truth until she had given him that kiss. Then he had understood. Love without sex meant nothing. Someone saying 'I love you' meant nothing. Giving your body away to someone, submitting yourself to that person . . . now that meant something. You had to show someone that you loved them. You couldn't just say it and expect them to believe it. That meant nothing.
He had gotten aggressive in the time after. But how could she expect him not to? How could she expect to just say she loved him, and then refuse to show him so? How could she expect him to not take what was his?
Then she had broken up with him. He growled. She would be punished soon enough. Slamming his seventh glass onto the counter, he made his way to the nearest female, who was currently thrusting her enormous bosom at every male in sight. He threw her a pile a credits and led her towards the nearest empty room. For now, he would satisfy himself with less than worthy women. But soon, he would have a woman worthy of even him . . . and she would be all his.
Explanation: the history between Padme and "Maximilian" is not completely correct. So you can't just do some research on Google and figure out who the stalker is. I decided to just make up a backstory, because 1. there wasn't very much info to begin with 2. it's more fun and 3. so you guys won't figure out who the stalker is yet ;)
Clarification: Padme didn't necessarily love "Maximilian", for those Anidala fans that are gasping in anger and horror. He was kind, charming, and handsome, and you know how young girls think. She had a crush on him and she thought it was love. "Maximilian" was infatuated with her for her looks, her confidence, and her power. It wasn't really love either. It was complete and utter infatuation. After their first kiss, he got aggressive and wanted more, so she ended it with him. I hope that clears things up.