Vader's Angel

By: wertman25

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

51st Empire Military Base – Coruscant

It had been three weeks since Vader had seen the senator that was now residing within his establishments. He had not avoided the young girl intentionally, but he was not angered that events occurred to keep them apart. Over the past three weeks, Vader had found himself hard at work at one of the many military bases that was located on Coruscant. Of course, he had returned home after long nights of inflicting torture and creating order, but never did he go see her. Why would he? He had other methods that he could use besides visually inspecting her. Besides, he welcomed the idea of not having to look upon her. As long as he knew that she still remained locked within her four walls, he did not care about anything else.

Vader knew his Master was not pleased with his lack of progress with his mission involving the senator, but Vader's priorities were different than those of his Master's. He didn't have time to deal with a young senator that would not give up any information; at least, not when he had four rebellion spies that would be more than willing to give up Rebellion information with only a little… persuasion. The Senator was stubborn, the spies were not. They were simple and easily cracked. In fact, there were many reasons for investigating the spies instead of the Senator. However, even though Vader believed he had made the right choice, he knew that his Master would feel otherwise.

When the day came to an end, Vader knew he could not defer his Master any longer. Vader prepared himself for his Master's rage; he knew that the Emperor would not be pleased with him. Even though Vader had done nothing wrong, the Empire's military was much more important than a silly little girl.

After Vader locked all his negative thoughts of Darth Sidious away, he dropped to a knee in the middle of his personal office of the military base before he accepted the transmission from his Master. Instantly, the image of his displeased Master formed in front of him.

"What is thy bidding, my Master?" Vader asked, with a slight bow of his head.

"Lord Vader." Palpatine snarled disapprovingly, "You have kept me waiting."

Vader did not apologize, deciding only to inform his Master of the events that had transpired over the past three weeks. "Rebel spies managed to penetrate our forces on Coruscant." He stated sternly, "I was only dealing with them."

Palpatine did not seem the least bit concerned about Vader's news. He remained silent staring at his apprentice, his face unchanged, so Vader decided to continue.

"The military base is now fully secure and I have dealt with all traitors personally. I have also managed to break the rebel spies quite easily." Vader reported, "We now possess–"

Midsentence of Vader's report, Palpatine's turned even more displeased. "But what of the senator!" He snapped.

Vader frowned and his annoyance began to break through his mental walls. He crossed his arms tightly over his chest, pushing whatever energy that was seeping out of his body back within. "I have not–"

"Do you forget how this looks to the Imperial Senate?" Palpatine interrupted, not caring for what Vader had to say. "I need answers!"

"I have gained information from the rebel spies—"

"I do not care for rebel spies! I care about Senator Amidala! Palpatine yelled angrily. "I want you to break her, Lord Vader! I want you to pry her brain apart. I need to know what she knows!"

Vader stood to his full height, towering over the imagine of his Master. "Master, you know as well as I that these things take time."

"And it also requires you to spend a great deal of time within a reasonable distance of her!" Palpatine growled. "She has been living with you for three weeks, Vader! That is more than enough time to start breaking her barriers!"

As the Emperor continued, Vader thought over what had been said. He knew his Master's statement was true, if he had actually tried; he could have broken through the Senator's first walls by now. It would take time, however, to reach graver details like those of the Rebel Alliance. They would be hidden deep within her mind, past many mental walls and barriers. His Master knew that and Vader loathed what Sidious was implying. The fact that he would have to spend time with the Senator, recognize her existence. He would have to enter her mind on a daily bases. It would mean that he could no longer ignore her.

"…That is why, " Palpatine continued, ignoring Vader's silence, and obvious ignorance of the conversation. "I am ordering you to stay within your home until you find me some useful information. Then and only then will I allow you to continue with your other duties within the Empire. Do not disappoint me."

And with that, the image of his Master disappeared and everything in the room exploded as a result of Vader's temper.

Darth Sidious was a fool. A corrupt politician. A power hungry hound. An old man that couldn't see past the tip of his own nose. The man didn't understand the importance of military perfection. The rebel spies somehow managed to penetrate one of the Empire's most secured bases, but that didn't bother Palpatine. However, that fact didn't sit well within Vader. It absolutely outraged him. He would not tolerate anything less than perfection within his military ranks. After receiving the news of the spies, he quickly figured out how the spies had managed to entered the base and killed all involved. Needless to say, the base needed a large number reinforcements once he was done with it; but to Vader, they were all necessary losses. He had maintained order within the military system, within the Empire, and this was how he was thanked? This is what he had to deal with? A ridiculous Senator?

Soon. Vader thought angrily. Soon I will bring him to his end as well. He is nothing compared to me. Soon I will no longer be his slave. Soon he will be gone, and the galaxy will be mine. That fool will never foresee what is in his future.

Vader shook his head, casting away his thoughts; knowing they would not do him any good. Until the time came that he could rid himself of both the Senator and his Master, he had a mission to complete. The Sith exited his office and made his way towards the main hanger bay. He barked orders to soldiers as he passed them by; it would be sometime before he could return and he would not allow them to become sloppy in his absence. If they did, the consequences would be their lives. After Vader gave orders to his commanding officers, he quickly got on his way, disappearing into the night sky, knowing if he delayed his Master's plan any longer, there would be hell to pay.

Darth Vader's Establishments

"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 didn't get one.

His hand reached the spot between her legs and began to move back and forth roughly. Padme's cries of pain were drowned out by the man's loud moans of pleasure. His hand slipped under her bra and his rough fingers began to pinch and pull at her nipple, both actions made Padme's cries become louder and the man's moans to become deeper. Padme tried desperately to break free, but no matter how hard she tried, it only resulted in more pain.

The black haired man's body again, pressed harder against Padme, as she felt his hand move to his own pants. She felt the fabric disappearing from between them before hot hard flesh hit her belly. Next, she felt him tear away the only boundary left, leaving her completely bare.

Padme couldn't do anything but shake her head. "Please." She begged, "No. No! No!"

"Please, don't! No! No! No!"

"Mistress Amidala!" 3PO yelled, shaking the woman that was crying hysterically in her bed. "Mistress Amidala!"

Padme's eyes snapped open and her body jolted upwards as she panted heavily.

3PO's metal hands immediately grasped her arms, trying to sooth her, "You're safe Mistress. It was only a dream."

Padme couldn't respond to the droid but managed to give him a slight nod of thanks and reassurance. She continued to pant for a few more minutes as she tried to chase the dream away from her mind and the ghost away from her body. She looked to the cloak that was still wrapped around her body and instantly questioned why her secret had stopped working. That was the first day in three months that Padme experienced her nightmare. The cloak had chased away her nightmares for months, why had it stopped now? What could have happened?

Then it hit her.

Padme lifted the cloak up to her nose, ready to breath in the sweet smell that was incased within each string. The sweet smell of her savior. The smell that reminded her even in her dreams that she was safe. The smell that chased away her fears and kept the darkness at bay. She breathed in deeply; needing his smell... but there was nothing. It was gone.

Watching Padme affectionately, 3PO wished there was a way he could help her. He hated to see her like this. It reminded him of many times in the past… but maybe the past was what he had to remember to help her.

"Mistress Amidala?" 3PO whispered, as if not to scare her. "Perhaps a cup of tea would help sooth you? I believe it is suppose to relieve anyone of nightmares."

Padme managed to nod. A cup of tea did sound wonderful. It made her think of her mother and how her mother always told her as a child that a warm beverage would chase bad dreams away.

As Padme watched the droid begin to shuffle away, a thought popped into her mind; one that she couldn't keep to herself. "Threepio?" She asked quietly.

The droid turned to face the senator before he gave her a polite nod. "Yes, Mistress?"

"How do you know so much about nightmares?"

"You are not the first person I have had to deal with that has had nightmares, Milady." 3PO replied kindly, before turning and exiting the room.

3PO's reply caught Padme off guard. She had expected him to say something about it being in his programming, not say that he had experience in the matter. Just the way he said it seemed… strange. "You are not the first person I have had to deal with that has had nightmares, Milady." The reply set off a million questions in Padme's mind. He has had to deal with other people that have had nightmares? But he said that I was the only guest he has ever had? Then how does he have experience with nightmares? Unless he meant… No. Darth Vader could never ever have nightmares…

Darth Vader.

Now there was a strange thought. The mention of the man within her thoughts made her mind race even more, pushing all other thoughts of what had happened earlier out of her mind. Three weeks had passed and Padme had yet to see him. She had not even seen the slightest glimpse of Vader since being locked in her room. That wasn't like him, was it? Every time she had asked 3PO where Vader was, he always replied about his Master being extremely busy and not being there. Was Vader ever there? It seemed not. Then what am I waiting for? Padme thought, I can't stay here. I need help. I can make it passed a droid. Without Vader here, it makes for an easy escape. If I run now, I can have the cover of night as my ally.

Padme made her decision. She couldn't afford to stay here any longer. Even if 3PO was kind, Vader still planned to kill her and if Vader was not going to watch of her, then that was his mistake. Padme jumped up from the bed and threw the cloak into her closet. She had to admit she had no idea what she was doing, but she was scared. She didn't know what to do, but escape seemed like the best possible option at the moment.

As she waited for 3PO to return, she stood next to the door at an angle the droid wouldn't see her when he entered. She knew she would have mere seconds to run out the door before it closed, but she had to try.

It seemed like hours before she heard 3PO return. The sound of footsteps paused at the door and she heard the familiar sound of the keys being pressed to unlock the door to her room. Moments later, the door slid open and 3PO shuffled in holding a cup of steaming tea, "Here we are! Nice hot cup of tea! I hope you find it to your liking, I added…"

Padme couldn't hear the rest of 3PO's conversation; she was already out the door. She ran as fast as she could through the darkness of the twisting and turning endless hallways. She tried desperately to see through the blackness, but often found herself feeling the walls for direction. Which failed miserably. Time after time Padme found herself at a dead end or a place she had been before. It seemed like there was no escape. It was almost impossible to track her path in the darkness, everything looked identical, and Vader's establishments were much bigger than she anticipated. I don't have much time! Padme thought in a panic as she ran in a direction she was sure she hadn't been before.

She rushed through the halls, hoping… praying for an escape. She needed a savior to deliver her away from this hell. She knew she wouldn't get one. Padme came to a sudden stop when she heard the sound of footsteps echoing from behind her. 3PO! She panicked, taking off to a full sprint down the hallway. Thankfully, the footsteps began to disappear, becoming farther and farther in the distance; but Padme still couldn't fight the urge to look behind her.

However, Padme should have been worried about going forward because in the split seconds of turning her head, she crashed full force into a huge, strong, unmovable figure. Immediately, Padme stumbled backwards and fell onto the ground. The air was knocked out of her and for a moment, she believed that she had run into a statue or some sort of droid…that was until she looked up.

Oh no.

"Lord Vader!" she gasped breathlessly, "I'm… I'm so sorry!"

The Dark Lord was silent as he stood towering over the senator that laid on the ground before him. His body was almost invisible in the darkness and as always Padme could only gaze into the black abyss where his face should be. She felt his hidden gaze burning into her, melting her like ice near fire. It was only when the sound of metal footsteps came around the corner that he pulled his gaze away from the senator and toward the approaching droid.

"Master!" 3PO yelled, a mixture of shock and worry in his voice. "Please, it was my fault! I will take Mistress Amidala back to her room immediately!"

Padme pushed herself off the floor as she moved to join 3PO, but something stopped her and she froze between the two males.

"You're too modest Threepio." Vader replied, his voice completely monotone making him unreadable.

"No really, Master." 3PO begged, "It really was my fault. Please."

Vader moved towards 3PO, showing his full height over the droid. Padme almost shut her eyes, afraid that she had sent the golden droid to his doom; but surprisingly, Vader did nothing. If 3PO would have been anyone else, he would have melted under his Master's gaze, but he didn't. He remained silent returning the gaze without fear. Something that Padme had never seen before. They both remained silent and hours seemed to pass before Vader spoke.

"Don't let it happen again." Vader threatened before turning away from 3PO and Padme, making an attempt to leave. She immediately unfroze, but did not move. Her mind was too confused… too shocked about what she had just seen before her. 3PO had disobeyed Vader, had failed him, questioned him, but yet Vader did nothing to the droid. Why? Certainly if it would have been anyone else 3PO would have been dead. Why isn't he? Why didn't Vader kill him?

3PO nodded nervously, "Yes Master An… and do you require anything else from my assistance?"

Vader's head snapped back towards the droid and a low growl escaped from his chest. "I think you've done enough." He stated, a threat that Padme didn't understand behind his words.

"Oh dear." 3PO replied, backing away from his Master slightly, "Then I will be off, Master."

"Good." Vader growled, before turning to Padme. "Get her out of my sight."

Two Hours Later

I'm going to die. Padme thought, as she wrapped herself tighter in the bed sheet. It had been two hours since her encounter with Vader and already everything had changed. C-3PO had left her alone, quite upset at her actions earlier in the night, not that she could blame him. She felt terrible about what she had done to him, but she had other problems to worry about. The tea did not work. Her secret, was failing. Already her room had become a darker, eviler place. Everything, once again, reminded her of that terrible night with the black haired man. "Oh kriffing sith!" Padme groaned, throwing her face into a pillow. She had no idea what to do. Her mind was a mess. It was screaming. She was going insane. She regretted her decision of trying to run away. She needed someone.

Please Threepio, Padme's thoughts prayed, I need you. I need someone. I can't be alone right now.

Swoosh.

Padme's head turned towards the door, hearing it slide open. Had her prayers been answered? She had been too preoccupied with her own thoughts to hear the keypad being pressed and it was far too dark for her to see anything, but she knew she had heard it open. Someone was in her room, but who?

She wished she never got her answer.

"Can't you keep your thoughts any quieter!" Darth Vader's growled, announce hot in his voice.

Her heart stopped. Lord Vader? That was not what she expected. That was not who she expected. What does he mean? What was he doing there?

What Padme didn't know is that Vader couldn't even answer that question. He was already mentally kicking himself for his actions and he found himself hating the senator even more. As if it were possible. He had no idea what he was doing; his anger had gotten the best of him. It seemed that before he could control himself, he found himself in her room.

Padme couldn't see where Vader was in her room, he blended into the darkness, but she looked in the area she thought his voice had come and hoped she didn't look like a fool.

"Excuse me?" Padme asked confused.

"Your thoughts." Vader repeated angrily. "Quiet them… Now."

Padme instantly realized he had been listening in on her thoughts. That he probably knew everything that had been running through her mind. Embarrassment washed over her face, which was quickly covered up by anger. She turned away, hiding her face. "Maybe you should stay out of my head, my thoughts are my business!" She yelled, trying to hide her embarrassment.

"Senator." Vader growled; sounding more annoyed than when he first entered the room, "I was not actively looking into your mind but your thoughts are screaming so loudly that I can hear them all the way across my establishments! They are almost impossible to ignore."

The anger flushed from Padme's face at Vader's response. He had come into her room because he had heard her, to the point that he could not tune it out. Her thoughts were screaming so loudly that it was bothering the infamous Sith Lord, Darth Vader. She had caused him to become so annoyed and angry, that he had to face her. Something she knew he would not do unless it was serious.

"Oh." Padme whispered, completely embarrassed.

"Yes. Oh." Vader replied mockingly. "Now what is wrong?"

Padme turned to face him, or the direction she thought he was standing, and raised an eyebrow. "I thought you just said you could hear my thoughts, how don't you know?"

Darth Vader let out a very un-Vader like sigh and Padme could almost imagine him placing his head in his hands "Contradictory to what you might think…" Vader said arrogantly. "I do not care for what is happening in your mind at every hour of every day. I heard them, I tried to bloke them, and it didn't work. Now I'm here."

Padme frowned, what could she tell me? Not the truth, but she had to think of something. "I…" She paused, stumbling over her words. "I can't find my cloak."

It wasn't a total lie. Technically, she had lost the cloak that she needed. It remained within her closet but lacked the one thing that made it special. It could no longer help her.

It was silent for a moment; so long that Padme almost believed that Vader had left.

"All this… because of a cloak." He said in disbelief, trying to fight the urge to kill her.

Padme breathed a sigh of relief that Vader believed her lie. Apparently, he was more annoyed then she had previously believed because the Vader she knew would catch her in a lie before she even spoke it.

"It's… It's really important!" Padme tried to explain.

She heard Vader take a step closer towards her and instantly, she could feel his dark presence near the side of her bed. The darkness still cloaked his body, but Padme could feel his hot breath on her ear. "Why don't you slip into something more comfortable than a cloak…" He whispered dispassionately before raising his voice, " Like a coma."

Padme didn't even notice his insult; she was concentrating on something else. The moment he neared her. The moment his breath hit her ear, it swirled around her, and reached every part of her body. It felt… amazing. It caused her immediate relief and… something she couldn't explain. The one thing she could explain was why she had felt it. It was because it was his scent. It was her savior's scent. The smell that used to be embedded within every fiber of the material that chased her nightmare away. The cloak that she sleep with night after night for months. The smell that she had come to love.

"Stay with me!"

The words left Padme's lips so quickly, that she didn't even realize that she had said them… and when she did it was too late. There was no turning back.

"Excuse… me?" Vader asked slowly in more disbelief.

"Stay with me." Padme repeated.

"No."

Padme fought back the tears that began to form in her eyes. She was desperate. She needed him. She knew she sounded crazy, utterly insane, but she didn't know what else to do. She had kept herself sane for this long and now everything was cracking. Without her savior, she would surely go insane and never sleep again. She couldn't deal with the black haired man's touch on her body and his memory that lingered in her mind. She would do anything to forget it, anything to keep him away, and she was about to prove it. "Look." She said, trying to sound professional. "Just get into my bed–"

"You're really into me aren't you?"

"Not like that!" Padme yelled in distress and annoyance. The arrogance had once again found its way into his voice, and it drove Padme completely insane. She turned towards the spot where she believed Vader stood in the darkness. "Just lay here so I can fall asleep." She said softly, "Then you can go one your merry way and have the house quiet because I'll be asleep.

Padme prayed he would consider her offer. Though she doubted he would. Thankfully for Padme, Vader allowed the thought to pass through his mind.

Vader had no interest with staying with the senator, but he couldn't deny how pleasing the sound of silence would be. He hated to admit it, but exhaustion was finally affected him. He had been looking forward to a night of rest, rest he was not getting because of the Senator's screaming thoughts. Of course, he would never consider this under normal circumstances, but the circumstances being what they were, he would be crazy not to.

His Master had ordered him to stay with the Senator until he broke the first portion of her mental walls, obtaining whatever little information that lied within. Once he obtained even the slightest bit of information, he would be allowed to return to his normal duties. He would still have to complete his mission with the Senator, but at least he would not have to be cooped up with her all day, for weeks on end He had planned for the breaking of the first layer of her mental wall to take approximately two weeks, but that was if she was awake and he was at a distance. It would take half the time if she was asleep and he was near. She would never suspect a thing, or perhaps she would. Vader didn't care. He could tell that she was in distress, even if she questioned his intentions, she would not push him away. He was at the advantage, but could he really do what she asked?

"Lie down, Senator." He commanded and without a word, she obliged, doing as he commanded.

Padme brought the covers up to her chin, gripping them tightly in her grasp, and she waited for the sound of the door closing. She waited to be left alone with her thoughts, that she knew she must now keep silent. She felt like a fool, but she couldn't erase what had happened. Now, she had to deal with it. Padme waited and waited for Vader to leave, but the sound never came.

Then the mattress dropped, causing Padme to jump.

"I suggest you sleep now, Senator." Vader threatened from the other side of her bed, "Before I change my mind."

The young Senator could not believe it. It had to be a dream. Did Darth Vader, Lord of the Sith, the most powerful man in the universe, listen to her? Was he really in her bed? If he was, than Padme guessed that he had to have an alternative motive… but right now, she didn't care. She wasn't going to ruin this. Still she couldn't believe it. She had heard his voice, but besides the bed dropping, she could not feel any other evidence of his presence. She pulled slightly on the covers, which constricted around her, giving her evidence that someone was laying on them on the other side of the bed. The evidence wasn't enough. She wanted to see the proof. Even though she couldn't see in the darkness, she began to turn over, trying to see some true trace of his existence on her bed.

"Senator." Vader warned, using the Force to stop her from turning. "Do not turn around."

"I can't see anything." Padme whispered, hoping he would allow her to continue.

"Eventually, you will."

"I'll keep my eyes shut." She suggested quietly.

"Senator." Vader threatened again, his voice much harder than before. Padme knew it was his warning that he would leave if she continued her actions. She had no choice but to listen. Without another word, she turned back over and closed her eyes. A smile formed itself over her features as she inhaled deeply through her nose, feeling the relief that entered. His scent was all around her, stronger than ever before.

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