Dark Destiny

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Vader has a vision of his future children and sets out on a mission to find the women who is destined to be his wife.

Darth Vader/ Padme Amidala

AU WARNING!

Chapter One: Vision

Padme stood off to the side of the Queen, in her shadow where she would not be seen yet be with in distance so that the Queen could call upon her. Her cheeks were still stinging and she had a feeling that Satyre had poisoned the switch so that it would leave scars and would slowly, very slowly work its way into her system… maybe she would die from it and she wouldn't have to put up with her anymore. Oh, how she could only wish. To bad she was too scared to end her own life.

The party had been going on for a while now and there was still no sign of Lord Vader. She wondered if he was even going to come, not that it mattered to her, but it would hold Satyre's attention and maybe she would be able to drink something, her throat was parched and she felt very dehydrated. Someone she had seen many times before suddenly whisked the Queen away in a dance, but she couldn't remember his name… nor did she really care. She took the chance and slipped away to the refreshment table and grasped a delicate looking glass that was filled with a fruity red non-alcoholic beverage.

Darth Vader had managed to easily slip into the party unannounced. He had found a corner far away from Satyre where he could watch everyone interact. It was only a few minutes into the party when he saw a living shadow near the Queen, a sliver of light flashed across the shadow's face and he was suddenly some where else…

"Vader…sa…save our children. Save the child…children. Please." He saw a young woman, her face pale, hair damp with sweat, her brown eyes staring straight at him. In the distance he heard the cry of the newborns, and then the women looked over at them and screamed, the Emperor was cackling in the background and the children's cries had vanished. "AMIDALA! AMI!" he heard himself yelling and then everything faded and he the smell of death was all around him.

His vision cleared and he found himself staring into those same brown eyes from his vision, and they were filled with pain and anger. His anger was boiling under the surface as he though of the Emperor in his vision, and the feeling of death. He did know one thing though, it would be the Emperor's death come that day, he would see to it personally. He stared at her for the longest time, masking his presence from everyone in the room. Now he knew why he had felt the push to come to Naboo, and it wasn't because of Satyre either… No it was for the future Lady Vader and his children. He would not leave empty handed tonight. He already felt possessive of this women he knew she was his.

He moved the moment he saw her move, following her small figure as it moved to the beverage table, keeping pace with her, his eyes never leaving her. He was right beside her now, he could smell the soft floral scent that wafted through the air. He also noticed the fresh marks on her cheeks, but they only added to her beauty though it only fueled his anger more because he knew exactly what caused those marks. Up close he observed her. She was wearing a dress that changed colors from black to dark grey as she moved, her long brown hair was simply braided and hung to her knees. He watched as she glanced at the dance floor and reached out for the fruit drink, he reached for the same glass and dropped his shield.

Padme nearly cried out when she felt a heavily gloved hand appear out of now where upon hers. She swallowed, her throat burning and she imagined the Queen beating her senseless for someone noticing her. She felt another hand lay lightly on her shoulder and a wave of security washed over her. Her brow furrowed with confusion as the heavily gloved hand brought the glass to her lips and made her drink. Flavor exploded in her mouth and the coolness soothed her burning throat. She felt as she was about to choke and the same hand removed the glass completely from her grasp and set in down with a delicate click.

She kept her face downcast as she felt the same hands maneuver her away from the table and out of the line of the Queen's sight, and she felt relieved, that is until she heard HIS voice.

"I'm not going to harm you, I do not like the thought of having slaves." It was that same cold emotionless voice she had heard in the Queens rooms. She looked up then, she had never seen an image of Lord Vader and she wondered what he looked like. Was he old and horribly scarred, and true monster? Her eyes took in all of him, from his black boots, his black trousers, his black tunic the belt that held his lightsaber and many other necessities, his broad shoulders, which her height just came to, to his face. He was striking; he had wavy dark blonde hair that came to his shoulders, blue eyes, which were cold and distant with a scar running very closely on to his right eye. She suddenly felt very very nervous. She cast her eyes back down so she was staring at his boots.

"I apologize, My Lord Vader, for my ignorance." Padme curtsied.

Vader nodded his head, reached up with his ungloved hand, and tilted her face up towards him. "I believe I can guess where these markings originate from." He could practically fill the pain that radiated from the scratches, "And I believe that it they are also poisoned." Padme kept her eyes downcast though she could feel the heat that radiated from his ungloved hand. Padme nodded as he smoke. "Then this must be corrected, the poison is causing you unnecessary pain and there is no need for such markings no longer." Padme's eyes widened in fear as she thought of what the Queen would do to her… she knew that she wouldn't do anything in front of Lord Vader but when he left… she couldn't suppress the shudder that passed through her as she though of the punishment.

"There is no need to fear Satyre, she no longer of any concern to you. You belong to me now, and I do not mean in the terms of Master and Slave." Vader let the force flow through him, his anger at Satyre fueling him, as he healed the markings and removed the poison. Just as he was about to finish, he felt the presence of Satyre storming towards them. An evil smile crossed his lips, he stroked her now smooth cheek with the back of his hand.

"You ungrateful child! You fool! I told you what would happen if you defied me!" Satyre was blinded by her rage and didn't even notice Lord Vader, not that it would have mattered, " You will pay dearly for you insolence!" Satyre spat as she grabbed Padme by the arm and threw her to the floor.

Panic flooded Padme as she scooted back on the marble floor to get away from Satyre, all thoughts of Darth Vader flew from her mind as her self-preservation kicked in. Her booted feet kicked at the raging blonde, but kicked nothing but the crimson fabric of the gown. She knew it was useless to voice her protests and beg for her life, she knew that this was the end for her but she would not die with out a fight. She rolled over her shoulder and came to her feet ducking the spiked switch and pivoting the sharp dagger that the queen carried with her. "You will not escape me!"

Vader watched as she defended herself from the raging Satyre who was trained in fighting, how she out maneuvered Satyre at every turn. He was impressed but he was going to have to stop this but with out killing… The Emperor would not be happy to know that he had skewered Satyre. "Satyre! Stop this at once!" He used his most menacing voice that made many of his most loyal commandersquiver with fear.

Satyre stopped mid-swing, a killing blow that would have landed, as she recognized that voice and she was afraid.

The room was absolutely silent; nothing could be heard except for Padme and Satyre's labored breathing. Vader's voice echoed through the ballroom, " You are a Queen, I expect you to act accordingly. If you were to punish her you would do it in private and not make a spectacle of yourself. What would your father have to say to this, Satyre?" Vader's voice was level and as hard as steel. Padme watched him now, her eyes full of respect, not fear. His face had remained neutral but his eyes were now yellow with fury instead of cold blue.

"I… yes Lord Vader, I thought the slave was harassing you, I wanted her to be punished for such actions. I promise you My Lord, I only thought of you." Satyre has regained her composure but the look she shot Padme promised death.

"I think I could handle one slave girl, I promise you that. I am quite capable of taking care of myself, but as an apology from you…" Vader was cut off.

"Anything for you Lord Vader, ask of me, anything." Satyre smoothed.

Padme swore she saw Vader's eye twitch.

"I ask for her to belong to me, that you will never touch her again. I would have your word as Queen of Naboo." Vader's voice never changed.

Satyre looked flustered and then angry before conceding to his wishes. "As you wish Lord Vader, the slave belongs to you now. I hope she causes you as much trouble as she does me." She spat at Padme, curtsied to Vader and left, the party started as if it had never been interrupted.

Padme had fallen to the floor when Satyre had almost killed her and there she had remained, to dazed to move.

Vader looked down at the women and walked over to her. He bent over and grabbing her arms, pulled her to her feet. His hands stayed there as she tried to make sense of everything. He decided to hurry things along, " You are no longer a slave, your are free but you must understand one thing. You belong to me… your are MINE and nothing will come between what is me and mine. You understand."

Padme looked up at his blue eyes that were now blazing with possession. She was no longer a slave, yet she belonged to him. She turned this over in her head several times trying to make since of it when it finally dawned on her. She flushed and new she was bright red, and her body felt like it was on fire.

Vader watched her blush bright red and he could all but feel the heat of desire seep into him. Yes, this would work out quite nicely, he thought to himself. "You understand."

"I… Yes, I understand, Lord Vader. I understand and I Thank You." Padme was grateful to get away from that horrible women, she didn't care how it happened.

"Good." He took her hand with his gloved one and made his way to the doors of the Palace. He stopped and made a grab for his black cloak, and releasing her hand just for a moment and put it on. They made their way out of the palace and to the hanger where he had landed his ship. Vader stopped at the door of the hanger and turned to her, "Your name." He stated, his voice neutral.

Padme looked up at him, she was leaving Naboo for good, she knew this. No longer would she be reminded of her past or her family. She would choose a new name, " I am no longer Padme Naberrie of Naboo. I leave this, my family and my past behind me and choose another name. My name is…" her brow furrowed as she tried to think of a new name, " My name is Amidala, my lord. Amidala."

Vader nodded, "Amidala." His grip tightened on her hand.