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 Two: So Cold

They were in the hanger of the palace now. Star-fighters and various types of ships loomed above them, but only one really caught her eye. It was one of the larger ships, black and sleek, a unique design. She had never seen one of its style and she had a sense that this was one of a kind and had a distinct feeling that it was Vader's personal ship.

He was still leading her by the hand, clasped tightly in his gloved one. She wondered to herself why he had only one glove while his other hand remained bare. She brushed the thought away; it was insignificant to what was going on around her. So here she was, finally leaving the palace and its horrid queen, hopefully she would never have to see her again, and now she was with the Lord of the Sith. How odd her life had turned out.

They had reached the ramp and Vader was leading her up into the ship, as soon as she was aboard, she shivered as the cold air hit her bare arms. Looking around she didn't see anything out of the ordinary, it was very clean though, but cold… kind of like its owner.

Vader's mind was moving quickly as he kept his senses open to any attacks, though Satyre would be very stupid to attack him out in the open like this. Her father would be very disapproving. He scowled; he really really hated the Emperor.

'Ami…Amidala.' His thoughts were centered around her even now, her name echoing in his mind. It hadn't taken him very long to find her, which he was grateful for but he didn't expect to find her a slave to Satyre. Satyre never treated her slaves with mercy and he knew that this one would have many scars that would need to heal, his scars still hadn't healed for the time when he had been a slave… when he had lost his mother.

Angrily, he shoved the thoughts of Anakin away and concentrated on the present. He led her up the ramp to his ship, Ameretat, and felt the drop in temperature dramatically. He felt Amidala shiver from the cold. It was much warmer in his cabin, he would leave her there while he went and attended to Satyre.

Leading her down the corridor he stopped in front of the door and waved his hand, causing Amidala to jump when it hissed open. He led her inside and to the middle of the cabin. Dropping her hand, he took a few steps and turned to her. "You will stay here while I go deal… with some business." He felt like smirking, but didn't.

Amidala watched his cool expression, "I… yes, Lord Vader. Thank you." She bowed her head. She really didn't feel comfortable or safe being left on her own while they were still on Naboo and with in the reaches of Satyre even though she now belonged to Darth Vader. The cabin was a little warmer then the ship, but she still wanted to rub her arms to get some type of warmth into her bones.

Vader was turning to leave when he caught a hint of her fears, but found it funny when she didn't fear him. He turned back to her, "Satyre will not bother you again. You are Mine, Amidala. Do not forget this, and once I get back I will make sure no one mistakes the fact ever, in the present or the future. My cabin is at your disposal, the door is force sensitive, no one can get in… nor get out." He looked at her pointedly.

"I understand, my Lord." She gave a short bow with her head. So in other words, he was telling her that she couldn't escape him nor could she be taken away by out side forces. She felt oddly relieved and excited all at once.

Vader watched her intently, her feelings rolling of her like water. She was a strange one.

Amidala felt him watching her and glanced up, her head still down and looked up under her lashes. His hard eyes were boring into her, his gaze intent as he watched her. She felt warmth pooling inside her and she shuddered slightly. She knew that she was blushing and cursed her inability to control her emotions and the strange feelings that she got when she heard him speak or look at her.

Vader grinned to himself; this wasn't going to be hard at all. She already felt desire for him.

Amidala felt his gaze leave her, and she felt some how empty? She wasn't sure. The hissing of the door closing told her that he had left to attend to his… business. She almost wondered what it was, but thought better to leave him to it.

Sighing, she smoothed out her dress and turned to observe the cabin. It held a lot more personality then what she had seen of the ship. It was quite large for a ships cabin, but she wasn't going to complain, it was his ship after all.

The first thing she noticed though, was that the floor was carpeted. Black carpet covered the floor from wall to wall. There was a desk against the far wall where she saw a comlink and various other items were spread out across it. There were three doors, one she knew led out of the cabin. Walking to one of the other doors, she palmed it open and saw a small one-person shower, a sink and toilette. All were the dull grey of normal ship refreshers. She stepped out, shut the door, and walked over to the other door. She opened it, looked inside, and saw his closet. Black tunics and leather vests were hung up, along with a spare cloak and a few belts. There were drawers but she didn't dare open those, and on the floor were two pairs of black boots, one shiny and new and the other scuffed and looking very worn.

She was about to close the closet door when she eyed the cloak again, it looked very warm, surely he wouldn't mind if she borrowed it, would he? She rubbed her arms again, and she took it gently off the hanger and slipped it on. It was huge… it dragged the ground and swallowed her whole but it was warm and smelled very good. All of a sudden she felt very close to him even though he was no where near. She smiled slightly to herself and turned after she closed the closet, the only thing in the room that she hadn't explored was the desk, the night stand and the bed.

Her face flushed at the thought of his bed, and wondered where she was supposed to sleep? Her eyes widened at the thought as she ran her hand over the black coverlet.

Vader strode down the corridors of the palace with a purpose, he took in his surroundings and saw many of Satyre's 'servants' scurrying fearfully doing their chores even though it was nearing one in the morning. The more important guests were being lead to rooms in the palace by maids who cast wary and nervous glances every second. Of course, none of this was any of his concern for the moment; even though he abhorred the idea of slavery, in fact that was one reason, he was going to search out Satyre, and for other reasons also.

The Emperor had always planned to marry his daughter Satyre to the most influential and powerful man he could find. His apprentice. He, Darth Vader, was promised to one Satyre Palpatine of Naboo. The Emperor wanted powerful children so that he could train them in the ways of the Sith. Well, Vader had always had his own plans and none of them had ever involved Satyre. First, though he would have to get to her before she got back to her dear old dad, it wasn't time for the Emperor to learn of his plans yet.

Vader reached the elaborate door that led to Satyre's private rooms, he could sense that she wasn't in there yet, but it wouldn't be much longer and he had a feeling he was about to catch her in a very compromising act that he could surely use against her.

Opening the door, he walked in and was met with the stench of too much perfume and the faint smell of blood. It made his nose itch.

Waving his hand, he dimmed the lights to where there was nothing but shadows hovering in the corners of the room. He was going to give Satyre more of a reason to fear him, yes. He pulled the cowl of his hood low and leaned against the wall directly across from the bed. Then he waited.

Vader's thoughts roamed back to Amidala. Of how she looked now and how she had looked in his vision. Her hair matted to her skin with sweat, her eyes filled with pain and her voice begging to save their children. The emperor cackling in the background… the stench of death. Amidala when they first met. Her eyes filled with pain and anger, her surprise at when she faced him, the marks on her cheeks, the look on her face as she fought for her life against Satyre.

His anger was building.

Satyre laughed airily as she hung on the arm of one of Naboo's famous stars, Newlyn Talek. He was very handsome and she had danced with him many times at her party, and after Vader had left she was so angry, now she was going to enjoy Newlyn's company. He had comforted her and now he was going to help her forget.

They reached the door to her chambers and he already had her pressed against the door kissing her. They tumbled into the room, she laughing and him shedding his jacket and shirt. "I'm so glad you came to my party tonight Newlyn. I've been a fan of you for a long time." Satyre walked over to him and ran her hands seductively over his skin.

"Beautiful Satyre, you are going to be all mine." Newlyn muttered through kisses as he began to remove her clothing.

Vader watched the scene fold out and felt disgusted. When they tumbled onto the bed, he decided to make his presence known.

"Newlyn Talek, holo-movie star of some rather questionable material. Born on Coruscant to a very wealthy family…"

Satyre gasped and grabbed at the blankets to cover herself. She knew that voice, and she was once more afraid.

Newlyn, of course, didn't. "Who's there… come out and face me like a man!"

"Newlyn… don't." Satyre whispered.

"Stay out of this Satyre. Your betrayal will cause his death. Not his own stupidity!" Vader's voice was filled with cold rage.

Satyre felt the temperature drop several degrees and wondered if he was doing it.

"How dare you, sir!" Newlyn jumped out of the bed dressed only in his underwear. "I will kill you for such talk to the Queen!" Newlyn mad a grab for his blaster.

"Newlyn! DON'T!" Satyre shouted, her voice wavering with fear for his life.

"Yes Newlyn! DON'T!" Vader mimicked, "You sure no how to pick them Satyre. What would your father have to say about this?"

"Nothing, you will not tell him! I order you to keep your silence on this matter!" Satyre hissed at him angrily, though she felt a knot of dread forming in the pit of her stomach.

Newlyn had reached his blaster and aimed it at the dark shadow against the wall. " You will leave the Queen out of this you bastard." Newlyn fired.

Vader ignited his crimson blade and deflected the bolt, "Really, Newlyn, how pathetic." He stepped out of the shadows, his blade whrring with his movement.

Newlyn looked upon the cloaked figure as it sauntered towards him, its yellow eyes filled with hate. His lightsaber pointed towards him…

"Vader stop this at once!" Satyre was at his side now, a sheet wrapped around her, her hand locked onto his upper arm.

"Vvv…Vader? Darth Vader? The Lord of the Sith! What the fuck is going on Satyre!" Newlyn shouted, his back against the wall looking on in fear.

"Yes, Satyre, explain yourself… What the fuck is going on here?" Vader tilted his head and looked at him.

"Vader is my fiancé… my father promised him to me." She whispered.

"And you took me to your bed…what the were you thinking Satyre! Do you want me to die!"

"No… he wasn't supposed to be here. In fact he was supposed to be with that Naberrie bitch!" She spat the last nastily.

Vader moved the glowing blade from Newlyn to Satyre, "What did you just say, Satyre? Would you care to repeat that? I'm not sure I heard you the first time." His eyes narrowed.

"You heard me Vader, that Naberrie bitch! You humiliated me in front of my people, degraded me! All because of a slave whore! Did you fuck her yet? Did you Vader? So you can screw around but I cannot? And with a slave at that!" Satyre laughed, "Am I not good enough for you, me…royalty? I could be good to you… so good." She whispered, stepping closer.

Vader stayed where he was, " I'd be very careful of my next words, Satyre, lest you regret them."

"Oh, what are you going to do? Tell my father? I'm very afraid Vader, can't do anything on your own with out my father's tug on your leash, eh? What a man." She snorted.

Vader's jaw clenched, "I did warn you Satyre." He whispered, and he watched her go deathly pale. He threw her off him and on to the floor. Holding her there with the Force, he brought his lightsaber's tip to her cheeks and left two small cuts on her face. They would most definitely scar. Her screams echoed around him and filled him with power. "So you will not forget, and from now on you will say nothing to your father of me and Naberrie, she died in your service, and you have just voided this engagement, Satyre. You will tell your father why you have done this, then you will never speak to me again nor beat any slave." He was looking into her eyes, his voice flat as he used the force on her mind. She repeated everything he had said.

Newlyn's short blond hair was dark with perspiration as he stared at the Lord of the Sith, his eyes wide with fear thinking that this could be the end. Satyre was curled in the fetal position weeping, blood rolling down her cheeks.

Vader looked disgusted as he looked down at the Queen of Naboo, then his yellow eyes filled with uncontrolled hatred turned to Newlyn and he almost cried out for mercy.

"Don't look so frightened, Newlyn, I am, after all going to spare you pitiful life," Vader extinguished his 'saber, his gaze never leaving the pitiful man backed against the wall.

"Th…thank you, My Lord." He cried as he got on his knees and bowed, his forehead touching the carpeted floor, at Vader's feet. "I am indebted."

Vader felt revulsion well up inside of him. He booted Newlyn to the floor, "Don't be so quick to thank me." He turned to Newlyn, "Know this, if any of this gets out into the press I will know who done it and I will not falter to cut you into little bitty pieces and keep you alive while I do it, do you understand me?" He saw the man shiver.

"Ye…yes, Lord Vader." Newlyn nodded his head wildly.

"Good." Vader took one more glance at the pitiful beings then left with a feeling of complete satisfaction and left the same way he had come in.

Vader walked up the ramp of his ship, his heated gaze causing the temperature to rise a few degrees. He closed the ramp and headed towards the cockpit. After he managed to get off Naboo he set the coordinates for the Executer, soon the familiar starlines of hyperspace appeared, and he settled back into the pilot seat contemplating his next move.

Back in the cabin Amidala was curled under the black bed spread hugging the material of the black cloak closely to her and slept quietly.

There will be more Vader/Amidala interaction in the next chapter!

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