Vader's Angel

By: wertman25

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Star Wars…. Or Anakin Skywalker… Which is a pity…

Padme panted loudly, trying to catch her breath. The walls seemed to be moving in around her. She tried to escaped, but no matter how far or fast she ran, she could not move. She was trapped. Glued to the surface beneath her feet. She heard the footsteps of the predator behind her, ready to catch its prey. Slowly, she turned to face her fate. The black haired man smiled back at her as he pulled off his robe and threw it to the ground, getting ready for what was about to occur.

He started to advance upon her like a hungry wolf and immediately Padme backed into the wall, trying to create space between her and the man. She looked around, trying to find away to escape, but there was nothing. No doors. No windows. No exits. Just four walls that encaged her. Padme ducked under the man's arms before he could grab her, but immediately she was greeted by another wall. She looked up, hoping for a way to climb the barrier; but the wall seemed to rise forever.

"Help! Someone, please help me!" Padme screamed, hoping– praying someone would hear her. No one came.

Without warning, Padme was grabbed by the man's strong arms and slammed into the nearest wall. His arms restrained her against the cold metal surface and would not allow her to move an inch. The man pressed his mouth against her neck, kissing and biting her roughly. She squirmed underneath his grip, trying to break her hands free to stop him. One hand managed to slip from the man's grasp and delivered a hard punch to his gut. He growled in response. It had only stopped him for a few seconds, but Padme could tell it was not due to pain. He slapped her across the face and pinned her down roughly against the metal, making sure she could not break away again. He would make no mistakes this time. When he was pleased with his work, he returned to her neck; biting and sucking viciously. She let out a scream, a scream for anyone, for anything, but it was not heard. No one was there. No one could help her.

Annoyed with her behavior, the man's hand quickly clamped over her mouth to silence her screams. His body pressed against her harder to accommodate for his loss of a hand that was now on her mouth.

The tears started to stream down Padme's face as his lips smashed against hers. It tasted of alcohol, sweat, and tears. There was no love in his kiss, only greed. There was no lust, only personal desire. She tasted it. She could feel it. She could even smell it. Everything smelled like him, the true monster. He did not love her. He just wanted what she had. He wanted her body. He wanted her virginity. She was nothing but a toy to him, a challenge, a night of fun, something that could give him pleasure.

It did seem possible, but his body pressed harder against hers and due to his weight, Padme could no longer breath. She felt his hips buckling against her own and his manhood pressing against her stomach. Ready for relief, he used his knee to separate her legs and his hands grabbed onto the black fabric of her dress. Padme closed her eyes as she heard the tear of the fabric. He pulled the shredded dress completely off and Padme felt the cold air hit her skin. She was nearly naked. She was exposed to him. She squeeze her eyes shut tighter not wanting to see what was about to happen to her, the pain, the humiliation, the thing she would have to live with for the rest of her life. She knew it didn't matter. It didn't matter if she couldn't see it because she knew she would feel it. This was not the way she had planned to lose her virginity. This was not the way she wanted her first time to be. Everything was wrong.

She felt his hands move ravenously over her body, touching the fabric that hide her breasts, one of the remaining parts of her body that was not exposed. He grabbed onto her breasts and squeezed tightly. Padme let out a loud cry, feeling the pain explode through her body. It hurt. There was nothing good about what she felt. She wanted it all to stop, she wanted it to never happen again.

Ignoring Padme's cries of pain, the black haired man continued. One of his hands stayed on her breast, as the other started to trail down her body towards her most sacred area. Padme held her breath, not sure what else to do. She hoped for a miracle.

She got one.

Before he could touch her covered womanhood, the man stopped. Padme opened her eyes when she heard him gasp for air. The man's body was still against her own, but his hands were no longer on her; they were on his throat, clutching it wildly. He was chocking—No. He was being chocked. Padme's eyes widened as she realized what that meant. An invisible hand choking a man could only be one thing...

" Senator."

"Senator." 3PO repeated softly, lightly touching the crying woman that laid asleep on the floor. After his second time of calling to her, Padme finally stirred, awakening from her dream.

When the droid had first entered the room and saw the girl lying on the floor, he had almost panicked, thinking something had happened to her. His worries had vanished, however, when he approached her, and saw that she was still breathing. 3PO had thought he was programmed to understand human behavior, but no matter how hard he tried, nothing would compute. He didn't understand why the senator would want to sleep on the cold hard floor. After all, there was a large soft bed less than five feet away from her. Nevertheless, he had decided to let the woman rest. She would need it if she was to stay here with his Master. It was only when she started to cry in her sleep that 3PO had decided to wake her.

It was a moment before Padme totally awakened but when she did, she sat up, and instantly felt her head begin to spin. Her hands moved to her body, still feeling to touch of the man that haunted her. She breathed a small sigh of relief when she realized it had only been a dream, but still her skin continued to crawl. Burning from his ghostly touch.

"Are you alright, Milady?" 3PO asked politely.

Padme turned towards the voice and for the first time realized she was not alone. After getting over her embarrassment, Padme inspected her surroundings, which caused her to become more disoriented than she already was. She did not recognize the room around her. It was defiantly not her room or any other room in her apartment. Nothing looked familiar, nor did she know the golden droid that stood in front of her. She didn't remember falling asleep and it shocked her to see herself in the same clothes from the day before. As the gears in her mind began to turn, the events from the day before came rushing back, flooding her mind, reminding her of all that had happened. She was not in a prison, she was somewhere much worse.

A strange appearance made its way onto Padme's face as she curled herself into a ball allowing reality to hit her. 3PO wasn't sure what the young girl was doing, but he guessed she was confused, scared even. It was a natural human response from being near his Master. He shuffled slowly towards her, trying to give the senator some sort of comfort. "I'm sorry for waking you, Senator." He apologized kindly, "It seemed that you were having a night terror… and a terrible one at that."

Padme eyed the droid cautiously, not sure what to think. "Who are you?" She asked, thinking it was a good place to start. It would at least give her time to think and regain herself.

"Oh yes!" The golden droid exclaimed, "How rude of me! Please forgive my rudeness, Milady! I am See-Threepio, human-cyborg relations!"

The droid introduced himself in such a manner that Padme questioned if the night before had actually happened. Was she really in Vader's establishments? This droid couldn't belong to anyone as fowl and rude as Vader. See-Threepio was too polite, too kind to have a Master anything like Vader.

Noticing that he was waiting for her to respond. Padme quickly stood. "I'm Senator Amidala." She introduced softly.

"A pleasure, Senator Amidala," 3PO bowed slightly. "During your time here, I am at your command. I have been instructed by my Master to assist you to the best of my abilities–"

"Lord Vader told you that?" Padme said in shock, taken back that Vader would assign a droid for her personal use.

3PO nodded, "Yes, Milady."

"How kind of him." Padme breathed rudely before thinking about what the droid had said. Her personal use? Ideas of contacting the Rebellion and making an escape raced through her mind. Perhaps she wouldn't have to remain with Lord Vader for the rest of her life. She looked kindly upon 3PO, hope beaming in her eyes. "So I can ask you to do anything?" She asked hopefully.

The droid hesitated, almost backing away from the senator. "Anything within reason, Milady." He said respectfully. "My Master wishes to forget your presence resides within these walls. I will do everything in my power to make sure I please him."

With his response, Padme's hopes died and everything began to make sense. Vader did not assign the droid to her due to any kindness. It was for his personal benefit, so Vader himself did not have to deal with her. Even with C-3PO there for her personal use, he could not do everything that she asked, but he would do whatever necessary to keep his Master happy… If Vader actually could be happy.

"So is there anything you desire?" 3PO continued happily.

Padme fought the feelings she had about the droid playing with her. It just didn't seem right. Anything that belonged to Darth Vader could not be so kind and well-mannered. The droids that belonged to Vader should only know how to inflict pain and torture, not pleasure and comfort. It just didn't seem right that one of Vader'sdroids would go out of his way to welcome her and make her feel comfortable in her new space. He shouldn't care about her anyways. His Master was just waiting to kill her and during that time nothing should be comforting. This was suppose to be her prison. A place she should fear, not feel comfortable or welcomed. Still, Padme couldn't deny how good it would feel to get new clothes and a shower.

"Is there a fresher I could use?" Padme asked sheepishly, "And I could use a change of clothes."

"Oh dear me!" 3PO yelled loudly, shuffling away from her. "Of course! Of course! Give me a moment, Mistress Amidala!"

Padme watched as the golden droid hurried out of the room, sliding the door shut behind him; leaving Padme alone with her thoughts. It didn't matter though, no matter how hard she tried to understand, nothing explained what was happening around her.

A moment later he returned, motioning to Padme to follow him. "Please come with me, Mistress Amidala. My Master approved of me taking you to your room."

"My room?" Padme asked in disbelief. She looked around to the room around her before turning back to 3PO. "This isn't my room?"

"Heaven's no!" 3PO exclaimed before looking at the room himself. "Did you expect your things to fit in such a small room?"

Again, Padme was chocked. "My things?" She asked again in disbelief.

"Yes, Mistress Amidala!" the droid exclaimed happily, "Your things were brought here last night. I prepared the room myself."

This was all too much.

"Please, follow me." He instructed as he shuffled out of the room.

"Wait!" Padme yelled, suddenly fearing what she would see outside the door. "You had to ask Lord Vader's permission to move me?"

"Yes."

"So he is out there?"

3PO shook his head as he moved back into the room. "Oh no, Mistress Amidala. My Master left last night. I contacted him on my personal com."

Padme rose an eyebrow at the droid's statement. "You have a personal com?" She asked surprised.

"Why yes!" 3PO responded happily, "Given to me by my Master himself."

Now this was getting too weird. This droid seemed to be the farthest thing from Vader, but at the same time very close to him. Close enough to have a personal com to contact his Master. That was something Padme had never heard of. No one gave droids coms to contact them. It just wasn't done.

3PO kindly motioned again for Padme to follow him as he walked out the door. Padme followed close behind, afraid of what she might see beyond those four walls. She knew Vader was not there but she was not going to chance anything, she had no idea what was out there.

There wasn't much. Just plain, even boring, gray walls with a few black doors. They moved down the hallway before pausing at a door that was surprisingly not far from the room they had left. Padme inwardly groaned, even though she feared what else was in Vader's establishments, she couldn't help to be curious. However, it seemed she was not going to see anything else.

Padme watched as 3PO typed a code into a keypad that was attached to the door, unlocking it so they could enter. As the door opened Padme realized that once she entered her room, she would be locked in. With only 3PO and perhaps Vader knowing the code to open the door. Once the door locked behind her it would become her prison and the only thing she would see for the next few months of her life.

3PO allowed Padme to enter the room first, he stood outside the door waiting for her to enter. Padme took a deep breath, ready to see her prison.

What she saw next was beyond what she expected. The moment she saw the room her eyes grew wide and she let out a large gasp. 3PO, who had remained in the hall, quickly moved next to the gasping woman.

"Is it not to your liking, Mistress Amidala?" 3PO asked concerned.

Padme looked at the golden droid in disbelief. "Threepio…" She whispered as her gaze moved back to the room around her. After a moment, she looked back at the droid with a huge smile. "It's amazing!" She replied happily, "Absolutely amazing!"

"Wonderful!" 3PO exclaimed delighted, "I was hoping you would approve. There has never been a guest here before so I…"

Forgetting about the babbling droid, Padme started to move forward, eager to see more of the room. She honestly couldn't believe it. Was she really in Vader's establishments? She didn't think so. It all had to be a dream.

The colors of her new room matched the old room and the hallway. Both had gray walls and black floors; but unlike the room she was in before, this room was huge. There was a large black desk in the corner of the room with large black closet doors on the other side. The bed that sat in the center of the room was also huge and wore Padme's old bedspread. Padme guessed it was 3PO's personal touch to make her feel more comfortable in her new space. On the wall in front of her bed was a large holo-screen, the largest she had ever seen. There was also a door on the opposite side of the room that lead to a fresher which was designed similarly to everything else.

Usually, Padme would not think so highly of such a slightly higher than simple room; but the fact that it was such a nice room that belong to Lord Vader was enough for her. It was better than the chains on the walls and bars on the windows that she had imagined. It was just a simple, if not a fantastic room. A room that she would be hopefully comfortable to be locked away in.

As Padme continued to inspect the room, 3PO began to walk towards the closet doors and opened them to reveal a full walk in closet. "I put all your clothes away in a similar order that I do my Master's." He said pointing out as Padme walked over to join him. "You may feel free to arrange them to your liking."

The young senator eyed the gowns and clothes, but still couldn't help but wonder where the rest of her belongings were. She turned to the droid who still remained by her side. "This is fantastic, Threepio." Padme said, smiling kindly. "But where is rest of my things?"

"Oh yes, I'm sorry Milady." Threepio apologized quickly, "I brought your essentials here straight away, but the rest of your belongings must be approved before brought to your room. Not all of it will fit in your room however, so it will be kept in a secure location."

Before Padme could respond, a noise sounded from her stomach and immediately 3PO responded. "Oh dear! You must think terribly of me for not bring you something to eat!" 3PO exclaimed as he turned to leave the room. "You must be starving! I will be back quickly! Please make yourself at home while you wait."

"Are you sure?" Padme asked, feeling strangely guilty that 3PO had to do so much for her. "If you show me the way, I can get something myself?"

"Thank you, Mistress Amidala." 3PO responded kindly, "But I'm afraid that you are not allowed to leave this chamber without my Master's approval. I was directed by my Master that during your stay here, I will bring your meals directly to your room. As well as any other items that you need. This way, your presence does not leave this room."

"Oh." Padme whispered, slightly embarrassed. "O…Okay."

3PO responded to her embarrassment with words of thanks but Padme did not hear them, her mind was elsewhere. Once she was left alone in the room, the fact finally hit her that she was going to be locked in the room for the next large chunk of her life. Possibly even forever. The time, somehow, did not matter to Padme; but the feeling of being trapped did. Instantly at the thought, she remembered her dream. Of being trapped with her rapist.

Trying to relax and forget her thoughts Padme grabbed a change of clothes and walked to the fresher. Inside, she stripped of the dirty clothes she had on and quickly showered. Thankfully, 3PO had set up her soaps in the fresher. The familiar smells helped her forget of her predicament, even if only for a few minutes. Once she felt cleaned, she turned off the water, and dried herself off. Padme quickly changed into a more comfortable gown before moving back to her main room. Silently, she sat on the large bed and took in the room around her. Again, it reminded her of a memory she wanted so terribly to forget.

Everything seemed to remind her of that terrible night. The black colors reminded her of the blackness of the alley. The four walls reminded her of being trapped. The gray color of the walls reminded her of the metal walls that had trapped her. In this room she would be constantly alone, just like her nightmare. The thought made the man's touch return to Padme's skin. She hated it. She needed something to fight the terrors away. To rid herself of his touch. She needed something to save her.

As the answer made its way into Padme's mind, she quickly jumped off the bed and ran towards the closet. She searched wildly through the clothes, looking for the one thing that could stop it, her secret. Please! Her thoughts screamed, please let it be here!

It was.

There in her new closet laid her secret, Vader's cloak. Breathing a sigh of relief, she pulled out the huge black material, before wrapping it around her body tightly. She had never told anyone of her small secret, but she was glad whoever had brought her belongs to her new room did not question the large item of clothing or mistake it as Vader's to take it back to his room.

When Vader had left the cloak with her it had meant nothing, just a piece of clothing that she threw aside, sickened by the thought of it. That was until the following night. The following night was when Padme's nightmares began. Night after night she found no relief, always haunted by the black haired man's touch… That was until she remembered Vader's cloak, her savior's cloak. She had put the clothing on and received immediate relief. From that night on she had slept with the cloak allowing it to chase way her nightmare, saving her even in her dreams.

Padme slide the cloak onto her body and felt the relief that she so craved. As soon as the fabric touched her skin it rid her body of the touch of the monster. Padme brought the fabric to her nose and breathed in the sweet scent, the scent that she had learned to love after all those months of sleeping with the material. It seemed silly to Padme, to love something that Vader owned, but in her mind it wasn't Vader's. It was her savior's. That was the only way she could live with it.

3PO soon returned with Padme's meal and thankfully, did not notice the large piece of clothing that engulfed the young senator. He just politely gave her the meal before leaving to allow her to become comfortable, but Padme did not need anymore comfort. Even in Vader's establishments, his cloak was all she needed.

Author's Note: Please review! Love you all!