Vader's Angel

By: wertman25

A/N: Just keep in mind that this is A/U and the characters aren't 100% like in the movie, but I don't plan on changing it that much! It is just a dream I had, so be nice!

Background: It has been two years since the creation of the Empire. Anakin and Padme never met. Sidious found Anakin when he was 7 years old on Tatooine and trained him as a Sith. Vader is not in his life support suit. Also, Anakin/Vader is 23… Padme is 21…

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

Author's Thanks: As always, I love all of you, critics and fans alike. I did read your reviews and thank you everyone for writing them! Hopefully in the next chapter I can personalize them, or so I hope! Sadly, this chapter was half way finished when I read them so just keep motivating me! I love you guys, so I try to update for you!

Author's Notes: As I said before, some of you guys liked the last chapter, and some of you didn't… but hey, sorry about that, my progress will happen like that! Also, my apologies that I didn't update over the weekend, for some reason it wouldn't let me update… or sign in... Which is weird… but hey… I got it up! As always, I hope you enjoy this chapter! I know I enjoyed writing it!

Padme Amidala was on a mission . She felt unstoppable. She would not fail; she would find the truth; she knew it. Something had changed inside of her, for the better, and she would use it to her advantage. She knew Vader had done something to her. All signs pointed towards the Sith Lord. He was the only one capable of such a task, and with her newly felt power, she was sure as hell going to find the answers she wanted. She swiftly entered the living area, sighing hard as she realized Vader was not there. The senator paused for a moment, taking note of her surroundings. The holoscreen was on, perhaps cluing that she had just missed him. On the screen, was some sort of race, something that again, sent a feeling of déjà vu through her.

As the feeling passed, Padme turned and stalked towards the exit of the room. Not knowing how or why, she entered into the far hallway, one that she had never traveled before, but regardless, she knew he would be there. It took a few moments, but after the usual twists and turns she felt his unmistakable presence. It was dark and cold, the same deathlike feeling that followed him everywhere; one that she had become accustomed to.

Following his signature, she entered a large dark room, immediately spotting him sitting at the end of the large black-sheeted bed. Her heart stopped when she realized that the room she had entered must have been his personal bedroom. She was actually in the cavern of the beast. Padme mentally kicked herself for not giving herself enough time to look around and become aware of her surrounds. She internally fought against the small bit of curiosity trying desperately to break itself away from her rage, but her control won. She knew it was too late to turn back, she knew she had to continue.

Taking a deep breath, she paused in the center of the room, locking her body so that he knew she meant business. "Lord Vader!" She announced with her best political voice to signal him of her probably already known presence.

He looked toward her, surprisingly making no attempt to move from the bed. "Senator," He stated flatly, "I see you're well. Forgive me, if I knew you were coming, I could have cleaned my chambers."

Padme frowned at his response. Jokes? He was making jokes? Did he not see the seriousness of the situation?

"Cut the bantha shit, Lord Vader." Padme snapped, as she took a large step towards the sitting Sith Lord, "What did you do to me?"

"Excuse me?" He asked, acting as if he did not hear her question; but Padme knew he heard her just fine. She could hear the smile in his voice, and how the two small words were laced with arrogance.

Wasting no time, she stalked towards the Sith that sat on the bed, thankful for his shortened height. Before she lost her nerve, she attempted to slap him, knowing that he would stop her. Just as Padme expected, his hand wrapped her wrist, but this time she had a plan. As his fingers locked around her wrist, she twisted quickly so that her other hand could make hard contact with his jaw, punching him hard.

Vader hardly reacted, his hard bone doing more harm to the senator than she did to his bone. As she yelped out in pain, he pushed her backwards, making her stumble to the ground due to his strength. Vader stood as she fell to the floor, the height difference now fully intimidating. He brought his hand under his hood to rub his jaw before he let out a deep laugh that rattled Padme's soul.

"You seem to have awoken a new woman." He observed, as he looked down at her, "Wonderful."

Woman?" Padme laughed, refusing to be shaken by him and his jokes, "I thought you believed I was a child?"

Vader paused before her as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Palpatine thinks that, as well as many of your rebellious friends." He corrected, "I, on the other hand, have never thought such a thing."

"How sweet." Padme spit, as she pushed herself onto her knees on the ground, "Could have fooled me."

"Hmmm" Vader amused, lowering his voice as he lowered himself down in front of her, "Perhaps, I always found you proud, courageous, stronger, and… beautiful."

She was taken back for a moment, hearing the words pass over his lips. It sent shivers down her spine and light into her soul. He had called her beautiful. Darth Vader had actually called her beautiful and part of her rejoiced, while the other part withered. That was, until she realized the true meaning of his words.

"You're making fun of me." Padme growled, her gaze locking with his invisible eyes underneath the darkness of the hood.

"Oh no." Vader laughed as he rose himself back up to his full height, "I'd be much too frightened to tease a senator."

At that, something inside of her snapped, and before she could stop herself, she jumped off the floor and began to march towards him again, only to stop a foot short of him.

"I warn you, Senator. Hit me again, and you will loose your hand." He appraised darkly as he closed the gap between them. He hung over her, his height freakishly towering over her own, trying to send a message that Padme refused to receive.

"Don't try to intimidate me, Lord Vader." Padme stated as she challenged him again, "It won't work."

Vader remained silent for a moment, musing down at the senator below him, before he spoke, "It has before."

Padme laughed at the Sith, raising an eyebrow at him, "Like you said, I've awakened a new woman." She declared, turning her head swiftly so that her hair would splash into his face, before she began to walk to the other side of the room.

"And apparently I created a monster." Vader grumbled.

At his comment Padme paused, turning back to face him with a livid look of anger, "So you admit you did do something!"

Vader remained silent, changing his stance to one that looked more relaxed. It reminded Padme of one of a teenage boy, a stance that screamed of his arrogance and invincibility.

"You can't lie to me, Lord Vader." She stated, as she neared him again, "Threepio is a terrible liar, I already know the truth."

"Did I deny it, Senator?" Vader asked as he raised his head in questioning.

Padme shrugged, "You won't admit to your crime."

"I'll admit it." Vader replied simply with a shrug of his large shoulders.

Padme frowned, sensing a catch. "Then what did you do?" She challenged.

Vader laughed, nearing her again, "I admitted that I did something." He replied darkly, "I won't tell you what."

Padme's frown hardened, refusing to back down from her challenge. She took a step towards him, leaving only a small gap between them. "What did you do?" She pressed again, making sure to keep eye contact and pronounce every word with power.

The pair was silent for a long moment, just the two of them starring at each other, before Vader nonchalantly turned and began to walk the path of his room. "It's my turn to ask a question, Senator." He stated, taking Padme completely off guard.

"What could you possibly want to know!" Padme exclaimed, throwing her hands into the air as her emotions mixed between her annoyance and confusion.

"Haven't you noticed something different?" Vader asked, his head turning back towards her as he continued to circle the room.

"Me?" Padme growled, sick of the Dark Lord's games, "How about you?" She asked, gesturing to Vader, "Have you noticed anything different?"

"You mean besides you're being more infuriating than usual?"

"I mean the face that I don't fear you anymore, Lord Vader." Padme snapped ignoring his comment, "That you are–"

"Ah, Senator." Vader interrupt with fake hurt in his voice, "You're going to call out poor Threepio for lying, but then turn around and lie to me?" He stopped pacing, and closed in on her again. "You still fear me, Senator." He growled, his voice returning to its usual dark hardness, "Everyone does."

Padme stumbled back a foot or two, desperately trying to get away from the darkness that was threatening to consume her. She had to win, but if his darkness broke her shell, she knew it wouldn't be possible.

"Rush Clovis did not fear you." She responded quickly, not being able to think of anyone else besides the stupid man.

"Rosh Clovis was an idiot." Vader snapped, "He didn't understand the meaning of fear…. But he didn't understand the meaning of most words." Vader paused moving back towards the Senator as he breathed in deeply, "There it is." He announced, feeling Padme's fear radiating off of her, "You still fear me. I can feel it."

Padme took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions inside of her body, "Regardless," She replied with a shake of her head, "I will not back down."

She expected him to make a comment about her fear or to use her confession against her in some way; but he didn't. In fact, he continued on as if it had never happened.

"You still didn't answer my question, Senator." He said, returning to his previous subject.

"What question?" Padme asked, her confusion breaking through to reveal itself on her face.

Vader neared her again, towering over her with his full height, "Haven't you noticed something different?"

"What did you get a hair cut?" Padme snapped with full sarcasm, "Sorry, didn't notice."

"So many jokes, Senator." Vader mused, his head turning ever so slightly to challenge her, "Notice how you're getting away with them?"

Padme frowned, her confusion escaping her shell again, "What does that mean?"

"It means," Vader growled as he stepped towards her, "You just barged into my room, punched me, and are now insulting me… But yet, you're still alive."

She paused, considering his statement as she ignoring the fear that was rising inside of her. She knew it made no sense, but she couldn't let him frighten her now. There had to be a reason that he hadn't punished or attacked her, and if he wasn't attacking, she would use that to her advantage.

"You must be losing your edge." Padme stated simply, rising an eyebrow at the Sith before her.

Vader laughed, a cold deadly laugh, "Hardly."

"You're right," Padme agreed ignoring his tone, "Can't lose something you never had."

"Such fire, Senator." Vader whispered seductively, instantly making every hair on Padme's body stand. He took a step towards her, and Padme immediately took a step back; they continued their dance until Padme found herself wedged between the Sith Lord and the wall with no escape.

"Get away from me, Lord Vader!" She exclaimed, putting her hands on his chest as she pushed herself hard into the wall.

"What?" Vader asked his gloved hand coming up to touch her cheek in sheer mockery, "I thought you liked to feel my fingers."

Padme's eyes shot down, her cheeks becoming red when she realized where he was taking his game. She knew it was only a mater of time before he used what had happened between them against her, and it seemed the time was now.

"Oh?" Vader mocked, as he moved closer almost pressing himself against her, "And I thought you liked it when we touched like this?"

"What are you talking about?" Padme breathed, her body becoming weak. Two feelings began to rise from within herself; one was confusion, but the other was unrecognizable.

"Oh, that's right." Vader whispered, "You don't remember."

Remember? Remember what? Oh Sith!

Padme's eyes nearly bulged out of her head, knowing deep down that something had happened between them – something that she could not remember.

His arms moved upwards, locking hard around her, his hands resting on the wall next to each side of her body, as Vader became her cage.

"Please." Padme cried softly, not understanding what she was crying for.

Quietly, Vader moved one of his arms, raising his fingers higher, before touching her head with unusual softness. As he did so, Padme could feel the sheet being lifted from some corners of her mind, allowing the memories to play before her.

There was Vader. Vader was around her, consuming her. His lips were hot against her body, his leather glove doing terribly wicked things to her insides. She wanted it to stop, but yet, her body wanted more. She could feel it. Her body was betraying her. But still, it felt sick, like it was all wrong. She knew it was wrong. It had to stop. She couldn't lose her virginity like this.

She closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to see what was about to happen, but just as Vader's hands made contact with her panties… his touch was gone. She opened her eyes and saw not just one, but two Vaders. The Vader that had been touching her moments before raised his hand at the second Vader, clenching his hand together in an attempt of a force chock. However, the second Vader did the same. He raised his hand too, mimicking the first Vader, the only difference between the two, was the second Vader's hand. Unlike the Vader nearest to Padme, the second Vader did not have a leathered hand, but a flesh and bone one.

Padme's eyes widened as she realized what it all meant, Darth Vader vs. her Savior, not Vader vs. Vader. They were two different beings that looked exactly the same, but they weren't the same. She knew it. She felt it.

"No." Her Savior commanded angrily, "Get away from her."

"You do not control me!" Vader snarled, reciprocating the same amount of anger, "I control you."

"Get away from her!" Her Savior repeated, taking a step closer towards the pair that stood before him.

Moments passed, the two black knights locked in a silent duel. Padme wasn't sure what was happening, but she knew to remain silent, and thankfully, to her relief, the duel did end.

It ended when Vader let out a deep growl and lowered his hand. "This isn't the end. You'll be gone soon enough." Vader said to the man in front of him, before turning and stalking into the night.

In an attempt to cover herself and in a moment of weakness, Padme ran to her Savior. She hugged him tightly, making sure to get her arms underneath his cloak to hide her naked body. She snuggled her face into his body and she breathed in his sweet scent, instantly feeling relief. It was him, her Savior. However, her Savior or not, Padme had expected him to push her away or scold her, but he did not push her away. Instead, he almost twisted his stance to allow her to come closer.

"Are you unharmed?" He asked caringly.

He cared. He cared. He cared. Padme heard it in his voice. He cared about her. She could hear it his voice, feel it in his touch, she had seen it in his actions. He cared about her!

"Senator?" Vader asked concerned.

Padme pushed his hand away, feeling something inside of her break, "Stop it!" She screamed, her emotions storming inside of her again. She wanted it to stop. She needed it to stop. She couldn't take it.

"You wanted to remember, Senator." Vader growled, his hand moving back to its spot on her head, "I'm letting you."

She tried to stop him again, but the memories flashed inside her mind before she could.

She felt broken. She felt weak. There were so many emotions raging inside of her. Yes, she was angry. She couldn't remember for what, but she knew that she was; but yet, the brokenness outweighed her anger. She wanted comfort; comfort only he could give her. Acting quickly before her courage evaporated, Padme did the unthinkable. Keeping her eyes shut, she flipped over and snatched onto Vader. Somehow finding him in the darkness. . Closing the gap further, she pressed her face against his chest, squeezing her eyes completely shut. She weaved her hands under his cloak and around his waist. It was a bit awkward due to them both laying on the mattress, but Padme made it work. She grasped her hands onto the back of his tunic beneath the cloak, afraid that he would push her away, but he didn't.

The memories stopped, as Vader lowered his hand and made his way out of her mind. Padme stood in silence, breathing hard, as a wave of emotions stormed inside of her. She knew there was more, but she didn't think she could take it. As she replayed the memories in her head, trying to make sense of them, her hands absentmindedly locked onto Vader's cloak, remembering the feeling of him against her. How could she forget?

Without warning, Vader pressed her harder to the wall, his own head resting against the wall as his mouth moved towards her ear.

"You just love touching me, don't you?" He whispered; his voice filled with an unrecognizable emotion.

Padme felt the blood rush to her cheeks, and a strange feeling come over her body as her mind began to spin. "I didn't remember any of that." She whispered, her eyes moving to the side to see the blackness of the cloak beside her.

"No," Vader agreed, "You weren't supposed to, but now you do."

"There's more." Padme breathed, trying to ignore the surges pulsating through her body and concentrate on her goal.

Vader pushed away from the wall and raised his head, looking down at her with his full height. "Let's just say you had a rough day and I eased it." He snapped, before he began to pull away.

Padme, however, grabbed onto his sleeve before he could, pulling him back to her.

"Why, Senator." He breathed in arrogance, "You can't keep your hands off me, can you?"

Padme's face reddened again, but she could still hear the teasing in his voice that eased her worry.

"You're trying to distract me, Lord Vader." She stated, trying to regain her stance and tone of professionalism, "It won't work."

"Won't it?" Vader challenged, his voice returning to its seductive nature.

He was instantly on her again, pushing her body to the wall as hands grinded against the wall to create a cage around her. He returned to his stance, with his head against the wall, and his lips near her ear. "Don't play a game you can't win, Senator." He whispered roughly, sending a clear warning.

"I can win." Padme breathed, closing her eyes and allowing her head to fall against the hard wall.

"I don't think you can." Vader whispered, moving closer to her neck.

Padme squeezed her eyes shut as the chills ran through her body. His hot breath was hitting her skin causing jolts of sparks with each release. She could smell his scent all would her. She could feel his breath against her skin. She wanted it. She wanted him. She was sure he was going to do something – anything. She could imagine his lips nearing her neck, his hot tongue licking her skin. She could practically feel his touch nearing and nearing, almost about to touch her– but then, the feeling was gone.

Padme opened her eyes in a panic and was greeted by the darkness from underneath his hood, directly in front of her. "I win." Was all he said, before he turned and walked past her, almost as forgetting her completely.

He exited the room, leaving Padme feeling confused, hot, and bothered. She was amazed to realize that she was sweating, and no matter how hard she tried, her breathing and heart would not calm. Her body finally clasped from exhaustion, allowing her to fall to the ground with a loud sigh.

What just happened?

She didn't know. She didn't want to know. She had come to the room looking for answers, and as usual, was leaving with more questions.

She had been so confident – so sure of herself; it was almost as if she had felt fixed, but now, she felt the confusion returning. She supposed she had at least gotten the main answer she was seeking. She now knew that he had admitted doing something to her, and that something involved covering memories. But how many? For how long? And most importantly, what had happened in those memories?

Padme felt her face begin to burn as he blush returned. Her thoughts moving towards the memories that Vader had shown her. She knew one was a dream and the other was reality, but that didn't matter, because Vader had seen them both– Worse, she had caused them both; and if the other memories were anything like them, she wasn't sure she wanted to have them back.

She groaned loudly, throwing her face into her hands. Why did she have to be so foolish? She had been over confident. She had underestimated him because of his actions, or more because of his lack of action. She thought she had the upper hand, but she was wrong; because of her actions, she had allowed him to win. He warned her about playing his game, but she had been so distracted, she had played anyways.

Sith. What did I do? What just happened?

She got played. Vader had played her as easy as he did anything else. He had used her weakness against her; and the worse part was Padme was actually hoping he would do it. She hoped he would do something – something to make her feel not so weak, but like a woman; a beautiful strong woman that no one saw her as.

But now she was alone and…. aroused?

What? No!

Padme threw her head back, letting out a groan, because she knew it was true. Something was happening, and she needed to know if he felt the same. She needed to know what was happening. She had thought being Lord Vader's prisoner was torture, but she had been wrong, whatever was happening inside her, between them, it was true torture. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't fight it. She wanted it to stop, but she knew it couldn't. Something had already begun.

Vader, unlike the Senator, was empowered. He had fed his hunger without actually doing anything, and it still felt intoxicating. He had left her like she had left him… or so he hoped. He closed his eyes reaching out into the Force as he walked, and laughed at his findings. He could feel the energy coming off of her, and her thoughts through the Force. He would say his mission was a success. He hadn't broken her again… at least not much, but he had done other wickedly enjoyable things to her.

Smiling to himself, Vader made his way back to the main living area, where he sat back on the couch to watch his race. For a while, he watched the race peacefully, before his thoughts became too loud for even him to ignore.

One thought screamed about all the rest: What other unseen consequences would there be for his actions? Surely the consequences involved himself, his Master, or Senator Amidala?

He had healed her mind completely, and although he expected some side effects, he never imagined it would result in the senator becoming so empowered. He had expected a smaller change perhaps, but this was a far too noticeable change within her. If his Master were to check in, how would he be able to hide her mind from him if the old man was to look? How could he explain? Vader knew that her empowerment would lessen, it probably already had due to his actions in the bedroom, but would it be enough?

Others had broken the senator before Vader; that much was clear. She had been suffering from the rips in her mind, far before Vader started digging. He didn't know whom, or even if it was because of a Force sensitive being, but he knew the damage was there. So that left the question of when he healed her, had he really changed anything about her or just returned her to her former self? He didn't know, nor did he want to think about it. He didn't see the point of thinking so in depth about someone that wouldn't even be alive in the matter of months. He was thinking too much, looking too deeply into his mission– becoming too involved… but he only had his Master to blame for that. His Master had thrown him into this hell long ago, but he had only made it worse by tossing the senator in with him. The old man had locked him away with the senator, thinking he won't become involved?

Why would he assume anything else? You never have before.

Vader groaned at his thoughts, knowing it was true. His Master had no reason to expect something like this to happen, because it never has before. Vader did not get involved in mission, because he knew what it could lead to; and Darth Vader did not fail missions. He was trained to do his Master's bidding and so he would do so perfectly. He was trained to kill, destroy, and enforce, not to fail. But this mission he had never done before; it was thrown to him out of the blue, and he didn't even have the time to even expect it…

You should have.

He knew, perhaps, he should have. Vader was always on his toes. He was meant to expect the unexpected, know before anything was truly known. He should have remembered everything that had happened. He knew his Master had been planning this for a long while– or at least something like it. He had sent Vader away after his incident with Senator Amidala at the bar, whether to invoke fear before Vader's absence or to let the Sith get the violence out of his system before getting locked away, he didn't know; but the plan was just being perfected then– in its final stages before being enacted.

However, the plan began way before any of that had even occurred.

Vader remembered bits and pieces from when he was younger and still in training. Not about Senator Amidala of Naboo, but about Queen Amidala of Naboo. If only he knew then about his future with her, he would have finished her before it started. Back then, she was his Master's ticket for power, and Vader was his ticket to remain in power. Perhaps, Vader and the senator's fates were always destined to cross; but still the Sith Lord wished they hadn't. Even if he did have a warning, he didn't think he would ever have enough time in the galaxy to prepare for her. It was true that Palpatine had created the situation, but Vader had done the rest. He had made his life more of a living hell than it already was, all because of her.

He sighed loudly, annoyed that she always seemed to take up so much time and space in his mind. Why couldn't he ever have peace from her? He wanted it, almost more than anything he wanted her to be gone from his mind, his space, and his life; but something always fought back. Something wouldn't allow him to forget her. Something wouldn't allow them to be apart.

But what? What was shoving him towards her? What was trying to ruin him? He was a Sith Lord, he was better than this– he knew he was better than this.

But if he was, then why did he heal her? Didn't he enjoy inflicting pain? Why did he take away her memories? Didn't he want her to fear him? Why did he give her back some of her memories? Wasn't that the point of taking them away in the first place? Part of him wanted her to remember, while another part wanted her to forget. There was a war going on inside of him, one that he did not understand.

He accepted the fact that he had healed her, telling himself it was only for the time being. If his Master suspected anything, he would explain his actions with the reason of being that the healing had allowed his to become an expert within her mind. He knew how to break her walls, and when his Master said the word, he would destroy her.

Still, he couldn't shake the strange feeling inside of him. The process of healing her mind had added the bridges, but the process of retrieving her memories had broken some bridges. It was nothing she couldn't handle, but regardless, he still couldn't figure out why he had done it; but as always, he didn't want to know. He just knew he had to stop whatever it was that was happening… but he wasn't sure he fully wanted to.

He knew he should have killed her, to put an end to whatever it was that was happening, but his Master had him on tight leash. He couldn't afford, nor could he handle another punishment from his Master if he was to disobey him. He would surely not survive. There were, however, countless of other options he could take besides killing her, but instead, he had decided to play a game– to take a whole new approach to her because he was… bored? He could have just broken her neck, could have threw her out the door, but he had played a game; one that he was beginning to suffer from the consequences. Letting out a deep moan, Vader felt the hardness return, as his mind began replaying the events in his bedroom.

Sith, what is happening to me?

He had to get rid of her. He had to move on… But he couldn't, because of his own selfish reasons. He told himself it was the game he liked, and fully believed it was true. He liked playing with her like this. He liked bringing conflicting feelings to a person that despised him. It was a whole new way to bring torture, confusion, and pain; and Vader relished in it. If he had to suffer with her, he would at least have some enjoyment. He would bring the senator to her end, but not until his game was through.

Soon. He reminded himself. Soon… but not yet.

Author's Note: So yeah, If you read the note before, I had a really hard time updating this chapter, so a thousand apologies! I had to cut the ending out and add it to the next chapter so damn, you'll have to wait for the next update to see what Padme and Vader have to say to one another! As always, let me know what you think! Leave me a review! Thanks lovelies!