Chapter 8: The Wrath of Lord Vader

Dark Before Dawn

By JumpingArabLuvr33

Darth Vader paced angrily in his office. Luke should have been here five minutes again? What was taking him so long? It was unlike his son the be forgetful. The door to his office opened, and Luke rushed in.

"I'm apologize for being late, Father." Luke said hastily.

Vader took a seat behind his large metal death, and motioned for Luke to have a seat.

"Why were you late?" Vader demanded angrily.

"I . . .ah . . .ran into some trouble on my way out." Luke stammered.

"What kind of trouble?" Vader prodded.

"With a droid." Luke mumbled.

Vader slammed his fist on the desk.

"Don't you dare try to lie to me, boy!" Vader yelled. "I can sense it!"

Luke stared at the floor, but Vader could sense the youngling was shaken.

"I will ask you again," Vader said coldly. "Why were you late?"

"Kelcie." Luke mumbled.

Vader could hardly believe what he was hearing"Kelcie? You were late to an important meeting with me because of your pleasure slave?" Vader roared, standing up.

"She was hurt!" Luke shot back, standing up as well.

"I don't care if she was on her death bed! Your first duty is to the Emperor . . .to me . . .to the Empire!"

"She-she-" Luke stuttered.

"Is your pleasure slave!" Vader finished for him. "She is a Jedi! The scum of the universe. She's there for you entertainment, not to become your first priority! If you ever put her in front of you duty again, I'll have her sent to the spice mines of Kessel, or I might even have her killed. Do you understand?" Vader lectured sternly.

"Yes, sir." Luke said quietly, sinking back into his chair.

"Good," Vader sat back down at his desk. "Now, we should reach the Death Star in three standard days. The Emperor will be unable to join us, he has important business on Coruscant, but Grand Moff Tarkin will be there. The Princess will be taken to a private cell, and you are to see here there. The Emperor has allowed you to keep your pleasure slave with you . . .provided she stays just that, a slave. I will interrogate the Princess personally, and you, my son, will help Grand Moff Tarkin. I think this will be a great learning experience for you."

"Yes, sir." Luke repeated.
His father continued to tell him about the Death Star, and what he would be doing, but Luke zoned out. All he could think of was his father's wrath. Why was Vader always mad at him? Why couldn't he do anything right? Secretly, deep in his heart, he longed to hear his father say, "I love you." The highest complements Vader would say where, "Well done." or, "I'm proud of you."

"Then we are finished." Vader's voice brought Luke back to reality.

Luke got to his feet, bowed, and exited his father's chambers, feeling more upset, hurt, and angry than ever.

 put her in front of you duty again, I'll have her sent to the spice mines of Kessel,

When Luke entered the room, he saw Kelcie was laying on his bed, taking a nap. He carelessly slammed to door shut, and she awoke.

She sat up and yawned. "How was your meeting with Vader?"
Luke glared, this was all her fault. "Lousy . . .thanks to you."

She grew puzzled.

"What do you mean, 'thanks to me'?"

He clenched his jaw. If she hadn't come along, waltzed into his life, caused him to displease his father, everything would be fine now.

"If-" he began angrily, and she shrunk back in fear, giving him a frightened look.

It only made him angrier.

"Why do you have to do that?" he yelled. "Why do you have to be so sweet and innocent, and so . . .so attractive, and make me all confused? Why do I stick up for you? Everything was fine until you came along! And now-now my father's angry at me because I had the stupidity to help you out!"

He grabbed a pillow and threw it to the ground. Kelcie was huddled against the corner of the bad the was up against the wall.

"You had to be so rebellious, and alluring, and prideful!" he continued the rant. "Why couldn't you just follow the rules? Why wouldn't you act like every other prisoner. I don't know why I even agreed to having you as my pleasure slave! I might have been better off if you were dead!"

He had, subconsciously, begun to choke by using the Force, and finally with his anger spent, realized what he was doing. His eyes grew wide and he released her. She fell into a limp heap upon the bed. What had he done?

He rushed over to her and felt for her pulse. She was still alive.

"Kelcie?" he whispered hoarsely. "Kelcie, I-"

Her eyes fluttered open and she tried to run from him, but his firm grip on her arm stopped her.

"Let me go!" she said, her voice trembling.

"Kelcie-" he tried again.

"Stay away from me!" she exclaimed, obviously frightened half to death.

He gulped and let go of her. She bolted off the bed, and over to the small pile of

fabrics where she slept. He put his ace in his hands. What had he done? Now she would probably hate him forever! He could have killed her! All because his temper had gotten the better of him. He shakily walked to the fresher to change into his sleeping pants and shirt. It was almost time for him to sleep anyway. When he was sleeping he could forget what he had done. You're no better than you father. he thought as he shut the door to the 'fresher behind him.

Sorry for the short chappie! The next one will be longer, I promise! Please R&R!