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 Note: Please understand that this is my story, and I do appreciate the ideas when I ask, but I more use them to make sure we are all on the same path of thinking. And thankfully, for the most part we are! There is no needed to argue with each other or gang up on me. It's just a story and we are all fans! So share the love and be nice!
Author's 2nd Note: Please note that I said multiple times that Padme was a virgin and not sexually active, I never said she had never kissed anyone / Vader would be her first kiss. In fact, if we look back on Chapter 3, the black-haired man kissed Padme while he was attacking her. So please note that Padme has kissed someone before/ had some experience with, *cough cough* someone already mentioned in the story.
Author's 3rd Note: As always, thank you for all the love! And I am getting all your messages! As some of you "hard core" readers have seen I'll start putting messages/updates on my profile! So as always, thank you! And since A LOT of you guys started following me on Instagram (I am extremely humbled that you think I'm so special to do so) and you've been asking and asking, I'll start posting spoilers and sneak peeks on there since I will only be updating every so often! (Trying for once a week, but no promises, because I do have school!) Feel free to look into it as most of you have asked; but if you don't want to, you don't have to… Please note that I hate this chapter and had a hell of a time writing but oh well, as always, thank you for reading and the nice reviews! As always, enjoy!
I won't let him win! Padme thought as she marched through the hallway in the direction in which the Sith Lord had fled. It had taken almost an hour, but she had reset herself to her previous state of rage. She had her mind locked and her goal in reach. She would get what she wanted. She couldn't– wouldn't let him win like this! She would play his game and win! She would not be made a fool of!
The furious senator spotted Vader the moment she entered the main living area. He was sitting in his usual spot on the large couch, his hidden gaze locked with the strange race that was projected before him.
Padme wasted no time making her presence known, knowing that she could not afford for him to walk away again. "You can't get rid of me that easy." She announced as she circled the room to stand beside him.
Vader didn't physically acknowledge her presence as she made her stance to his right. Instead, he continued to watch the race before him unaffected, only giving her an annoyed comment of, "I would be utterly disappointed if it was that easy, Senator."
Padme's hands moved to her hips, ignoring his annoyed tone and regaining her professional senator voice, "You can't just walk away–"
"As I stated before, Senator," Vader interrupted, his voice filled with amusement and his usual arrogance, "If I continued any farther, I would have to kill you. And as much as I–"
"Not that!" Padme screamed, stopping Vader's comments before they started. She knew what he was implying and she couldn't afford to be distracted again. Don't let him fool you again. She reminded herself as she quickly regained her composure and thought about her goal. "You didn't show me everything." She stated, her voice somewhat shaky, but still void of emotion.
"We established this." Vader replied nonchalantly as he crossed his leg to relax himself into a more comfortable position.
Vader's movement made her mood worsen, his stance showing his lack of interest and attention to the conversation. He already thought the game was over. He already thought he had won… but if he only knew.
"Yes, we did." Padme agreed as she stepped closer to Vader; "But I want answers."
Vader sighed loudly, "I believe I made my point that I wasn't giving anymore answers." He paused for a moment, finally turning his hooded head in Padme's direction; his voice returning to the seductive tone that he had used in the bedroom, "Unless… you would like me to demonstrate again?"
Padme's breath hitched as an instant reaction to his tone. She felt the warmness within herself begin to clash with the coldness of the room. She tried to remember how to breath, knowing that she could not afford to play his game again. It wasn't fair. She couldn't win the game when he didn't play fair.
"Listen?" She breathed, trying to clear the air between them, "Can we just talk?"
"Aren't we talking?" Vader questioned, cocking his head to the side ever so slightly.
Padme frowned, stepping around him to take a seat in the farthest open spot next to him, "I mean like civilized human beings."
Vader made an unrecognizable sound as he turned his head back to the holoscreen, "I told–"
"Yes," Padme interrupted, knowing exactly what he was about to say, "I know, the drill." She stated, "You're not human, but pretend to be. I want to talk without the games."
"Games, Senator?" Vader asked, and immediately Padme wanted to slap him.
"Yes, games." She answered, making sure to make her voice hard. She hoped it would make Vader realize how serious she was, but she could tell Vader was doing anything but taking their conversation seriously. "You know," She remarked, pointing in the direction of his bedroom, "What you were just doing about an hour ago?"
Vader turned to her and cocked his head again, acting like a clueless child. "And… what exactly was I doing?" He asked, sounding completely unaware of what had happened.
"You know what." Padme growled, crossing her arms tightly over her chest as she locked her gaze with the hidden gaze of the Dark Lord.
"I have no idea." Vader replied with a small shrug and shake of his head.
The urge to hit him passed through Padme's fingertips, but she pushed the urge deep down; knowing she would never get away with the action twice. Instead, she decided to back down and try to get answers in a different way. "Look who's lying now?" She stated, falling back into the cushions of the couch in an attempt to impersonate Vader's actions.
To Padme's amazement, Vader seemed to notice her actions instantly; but he was unimpressed, to say the least. "Do you have a point?" He growled, his voice taking a tone that Padme had not heard in a long while; it was one of ice and darkness.
"What?" She asked, instantly feeling a shiver run down her spine at his new tone.
"If you have a point," He repeated darkly, "Make it quick."
Padme frowned, continuing to mock Vader as she cocked her head at him. "Why?" She asked, "Do I have a time limit?"
"No," Vader answered, his voice keeping his dark tone, "but my patience does."
Padme took a deep breath, feeling his threat in the air. She knew it would be unwise to keep pushing him without giving him something in return. If there was one thing she had learned about Vader during her time with the Sith, it was that she could get away with her actions, if he received something in return. If it did nothing for him, or if his power felt threatened, he would shut her down immediately. Just like he was doing now.
"Fine." Padme surrendered, trying to find a common ground, "We already made it clear that we don't get along–"
"Sometimes." Vader agreed quickly, taking Padme completely off guard as he interrupted her, "Other times you seem to enjoy m–"
Padme eyes widened when she realized the change in his voice; "Stop!" She screamed, knowing what he was trying to do, "Stop doing that!"
"Doing what?" Vader pressed, his voice returning to a clueless child.
"Bringing up that!" Padme yelled as she stood up from her spot, gesturing to the Sith before her, "You're trying to distract me! Can't we just talk, please?"
Vader shifted back into a regular sitting position and turned his gaze back to the holoscreen in front of him. "I believe I was letting you talk, Senator." He stated simply, causing Padme to groan.
"Not about things I want to talk about!" Padme snapped back, "You're bringing up..." She paused usable to speak her words, before settling on, "that!"
Vader breathed a small laugh, turning his head slightly to the side, "I was only bringing up what's inside your mind, Senator."
Padme groaned instantly, her hands flying to her head as if they had the power to block him from her mind. "Ugh!" She exclaimed in annoyance, "Fine! You win! Never mind!"
She fell back onto the couch, neither of them noticing that they were now a spot closer to each other. Padme watched the holoscreen, not comprehending the race before her due to her mind being too wrapped up with the Sith beside her. Why does he have to be so frustrating? What can I do to get through to him? Multiple ideas ran through her mind, some sensible and others not so much, but regardless, she knew she had to make a decision… but what? As always, she didn't know, because of him.
Typical. Padme thought as she groaned, tucking herself into a ball on the couch.
"Something wrong, Senator?" Vader asked, turning head to look at the ball of a girl beside him.
"You give me a headache." Padme sighed, allowing her head to fall against her knees with a loud "humph".
Vader let out another small laugh, turning back to the holoscreen; "The feeling is mutual, Senator."
"Believe me," Padme retorted, "I don't think it is."
"You'd be surprised."
At his comment, Padme frowned before lifting her face from her knees to look at him. He wasn't looking at her, he just remained motionless with his eyes on the screen, but Padme didn't care. If he wasn't going to give her answers about what had happened, he could at least give her answers to her other questions. He was the most confusing person she had ever met, and he was going to answer for that.
"Why do you do that?" Padme asked, shifting in her spot to make her whole body face him.
"Do what?" Vader asked, turning his hooded head to face her.
Padme rose an eyebrow as she wrapped her arms around her folded legs, "Contradict yourself."
Vader was silent for a long moment, and Padme was sure he was about to give her a real answer; but as always, he didn't. Instead, Vader shifted, almost uncomfortably, before he turned back to the holoscreen; "I didn't realize I did."
"Liar." Padme breathed, turning her gaze away from him. She didn't expect him to admit anything, but she at least thought he would give her a better answer. It seemed that now he didn't even care if she knew he was lying, almost as if she wasn't worth the time to think up a more sensible answer. Padme and Vader both remained silent, both looking at the screen, but not fully comprehending what they were watching. Padme was sure the conversation was over, that she had officially lost, but then Vader did something unexpected. She didn't expect him to speak again, but he did.
"Same reason you lie to yourself." He stated quickly, breaking the silence.
Padme frowned, confused by his comment, "What's that suppose to mean?"
"Just a statement." He answered quickly with a small shrug of his shoulders, "And technically an answer."
Padme's frown hardened, as she unwrapped her arms from her legs. She locked her shoulders, trying to regain some authority, as well as regaining her political tone, "Lord–"
"Senator," Vader stated annoyed, turning his hood while he gestured to the holoscreen, "If you haven't noticed I am very busy."
Padme's mouth dropped, looking back and forth between the holoscreen and the Sith Lord. "Doing what?" She asked, "Watching a race?"
"Yes." Vader nodded.
Padme couldn't stop herself from rolling her eyes as she fell back into the couch. "Typical." She breathed, causing Vader to look towards her.
Although Padme's eyes remained locked on the holoscreen, she could feel his questioning gaze upon her. Eventually, after watching the race with no relief from his stare, she turned to him, "What?" She asked.
Vader crossed his arms tightly over his chest, as he turned his body in her direction. "Typical, what?" He asked; sounding utterly and completely confused.
Padme couldn't also help but be confused due to his confusion. "Typical man?" She answered, her own head slanting giving away her own confusion. Vader remained silent, as if he did not understand her answer, so Padme gestured to the holoscreen, "Choosing a sport or a race instead of talking about problems."
"I'm typical?" He asked, and Padme could hear how confused and taken back he was by her comment.
She thought about her words for a long moment, before changing her statement. "No," She answered slowly, "I suppose you're not, but regardless, you're all equal in my book."
Vader shifted back into his previous position, pushing his shift of emotions down as he turned his head away from her. "You must have a low opinion of men if you consider them and I equals." He stated, and Padme couldn't help but laugh.
She knew it was beyond ridiculous, but it was the truth; and Vader had hit the nail on the head.
"You both have your flaws." She stated with a small smile and a shrug.
Vader's head turned towards her again and Padme could immediately feel his gaze.
"What?" She asked, turning her head so that she could meet his hidden gaze.
Vader shook his head slowly, "You're not the typical woman."
Padme frowned at his comment, "I don't know whether to be flattered or insulted."
Vader shrugged, turning back to his race; but although he had moved on, Padme couldn't. His comment was short and wasn't supposed to have meaning, but to her, it did. She couldn't stop her mind from dissecting the words. You're not the typical woman. What did that mean? Was it good? Was it bad? What did typical mean to Lord Vader?
A thought crossed Padme's mind and before she could stop herself, she blurted it aloud, "Were your other woman typical?"
Kriff.
She regretted her statement the second it left her lips, and she could just feel Vader relish in it.
"Why Senator," He purred, turning his face back to her, "Is that jealousy I hear?"
The blood rushed to Padme's face so fast, she was sure her pale skin had turned an undiscovered shade of red. "Can you just answer my question?" She asked sheepishly, as she dropped her head back into the crook of her knees.
"No, I can't." Vader answered, sounding almost discouraged, but Padme ignored it.
She couldn't stop the terrible feeling that was over coming her. She always seemed to make a fool of herself. As a child, as Queen, as a senator, and even as a woman. She knew what they all said about her; everyone knew what they said about her. She was the top story in several articles and broadcasts over the past few years. She could never escape it. Queen Amidala the child. Senator Amidala the prude. Padme Amidala the virgin. It didn't matter what she did; the people did not care. She had done so much good in her life, but still everyone looked towards her social life.
Queen. She may have been young when she took the throne as Queen of Naboo, but she was one of the best Queens the planet had even seen. She solved problems. She saved the planet. She helped the people. She created peace. Her people loved her, and she loved them. When her time as Queen was near an end, the people tried to change their Constitution so that she could stay in office, but she refused. Her people saw her greatness, but her greatness would not last long. The moment Palpatine took the throne and created the Empire, she was to blame. They all blamed her. They said she was too young. That she was the cause of all their suffering. Everything she had done before was forgotten; only her one mistake remained, the mistake that had cost the galaxy its freedom.
Senator. Nearly immediately after her tern as Naboo Queen had ended, she had become the Senator of Naboo, the youngest ever. The people, her people, wanted her to stay, and so she did. She wanted to continue to help them, and when Palpatine took over; she wanted to fix her mistake, prove that there was still a good Naboo in the Senate. However, the moment Palpatine became Emperor, she was too ruined. She became a child in the eyes of everyone. She became nothing more than a pawn in a game. Almost no one took her seriously; no one believed she could help… and so she started to doubt herself. Not that she would truly admit it to anyone, but the damage had been done to her, and sometimes, she felt like the child they made her out to be.
Woman. She usually had no trouble attracting the opposite sex… but she also knew the kind of men she attracted. A long, long time ago she attracted nice, proper suitors; but recently all she could hook were dirt bags and scoundrels. They only wanted what she had; they only wanted to break "The Virgin Queen," as many HoloNet reports had begun to call her. Everyone knew that Naboo Queens were supposed to be clean, proper, and pure until marriage, but that wasn't what amazed the galaxy. What amazed the galaxy was that Padme didn't even have a fiancé or boyfriend; no love life at all. The Naboo Queens before her were married and possibly even having children by her age. They had obeyed their oath, but due to the need of having a sexual life, had married. Padme had no one. She hadn't for a long time; she told herself it was because she was busy, or it was because no one would want to bring children into Palpatine's galaxy. The reports on the HoloNet would question her sexuality, make her seen attracted to the female sex; and it made Padme feel like a mistake as a woman. She wanted to find a husband. She wanted to have children. She wanted to have a happy life; but she couldn't.
She was a lost cause in the eyes of many. Appropriate suitors did not want her. Scoundrels only wanted what she had. The galaxy had turned her into a child in the eyes of many. She was not a woman, but a little girl out of her own league. She wanted someone to awaken her. She wanted to be loved. She wanted to be touched and pleased by someone that would make her feel not like a child, but a woman. She wanted to feel like the most beautiful woman in the galaxy; but no one had ever made her feel that way. She was a fool. She was a child. To the eye's of the galaxy she was nothing more than–
"Why do you care what others think about you?" Vader suddenly asked, bringing Padme back to the reality around her.
She blushed again, realizing that Vader had been listening to her thoughts. "Can you stay out of my head please?" Padme retorted, pushing her head harder into her knees, "You've done enough damage."
"Your thoughts are loud, Senator." Vader replied simply, "I wasn't actively seeking your thoughts."
"I don't care." Padme groaned; her voice muffled from being against her knees.
Vader laughed, "Who's lying now?"
Padme raised her head, turning towards Vader with a frown plastered across her face, "What's that suppose to mean?"
Vader shrugged, turning to face her, "That you do care." He stated, "About a lot of things and you should stop."
Padme rolled her eyes, not caring about what Vader had to say. "And why," She asked, growling the question as she glared at him, "would I listen to anything you have to say?"
"Because I don't care what others think about me." Vader stated simply, causing Padme's glare to shatter.
"It's different." She stated quickly, shaking her head.
"How?" Vader pressed.
"You're…" Padme began, stumbling over her words, before just gesturing to Vader, "You."
"Excellent explanation."
"It's complicated!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands into the air.
"Always is."
Padme groaned, allowing her head to fall into her hands, "You wouldn't understand."
Vader moved his entire body to face Padme, his voice becoming stern. "You want people to take you seriously?" He growled, "Stop caring about what others think. Take yourself seriously. They will follow."
Kriffing Hell.
Padme was amazed that Vader's advice actually made sense, and even more so that she was actually listening to the Sith's advice. But why did he care? How did he know? His advice seemed reasonable, but what possible experience did he have in the matter?
"You don't take anyone seriously." Padme stated, "You hardly notice anyone."
"Trying to get my attention?" Vader asked, his voice returning to his smug seductive tone.
Padme did nothing, ignoring the way his voice made her body tingle. She had to be strong. She needed an answer. She just continued to frown, glaring at him until he gave her one.
"I just fail to see individuals' significance," Vader finally responded, turning himself back into his usual sitting position, while his head turned away from her, "but I never underestimate my opponents. "
At his confession, Padme made her final decision. She knew it wasn't the most sensible action, but something just told her it would work. Her confidence had spiked for the moment, she was going to take herself serious, she was going to play his game, and she was going to win. Although, Vader did not give her answers, she had everything she needed. She knew what she had to do… and she was going to wipe that smug look that she sure was there right off his face.
"Is that so?" She asked, lowering her tone as she dropped her legs from her chest.
At the change of her tone, Vader turned his head to her in questioning, and Padme could just feel his confused look.
"It's just…" She sighed, pushing some of the hair that had fallen from her braid back into place, "If that were true. You wouldn't have started playing with fire."
"I do not follow." Vader confessed; sounding completely puzzled.
"I know." Padme breathed, "But I also know you have you been commanded to not harm me."
"What makes you think that?" Vader asked, his voice hardening as he began to control the emotions that were breaking through his walls.
"I don't think you didn't kill me earlier because you had a change of heart about me." Padme admitted, knowing that he words were true.
"Perhaps, I like a little fun." Vader breathed, regaining his seductive tone.
"What a coincidence," Padme smiled, as she began to slide towards the Sith, instantly getting his attention, "So do I."
Before Vader could react, Padme jumped onto his lap, straddling him tightly, each of her legs resting on the opposites sides of his own. Vader took a large intake of air, letting out a loud gasp that made Padme smile. She had taken him off guard and it felt amazing, even if just for a moment. She knew she didn't have long, so she snatched onto his cloak, incase he was to react harshly.
"What?" Padme laughed, trying to hide the fear that was threatening to break through, "I thought you liked a little fun?"
Vader remained silent. Frozen beneath her. He did not scream. He did not explode. He didn't even react, so Padme continued until he did.
"If you don't want me on you," Padme whispered, grinding her core against his lap, "You can push me off."
Nothing
"Is that a yes?" Padme breathed, moving her head closer to his neck.
Without warning, Vader reacted, pushing her off harshly, as he stood. Padme feel to the ground before him, looking up at the awakened monster.
"What are you doing?" He roared, completely bewildered; and although Padme should have been scared, she wasn't.
She smiled, hearing the roughness in his voice. She had broken him, his smug, arrogant self gone; instead, replaced with a less that confident man. Even though he had yelled, she could tell he wasn't angry. He was confused, shocked, and just like she had been in the bedroom. She could hear it.
She rose swiftly, taking extra effort to make her strides speak of seduction as she approached him. "What's wrong?" She asked, her fingers grazing against his chest as she looked up into the darkness of his face, "I thought you liked our little game?"
"What?" Vader asked, still completely dumbfounded.
Padme smiled, hearing his confusion. She was going to win. Licking her lips, she sighed, "And when I touched you." She pushed him back with the same amount of roughness, his frazzled state allowing her to knock him off his feet and back onto the couch before she straddled him again. "After all," She whispered, settling back onto his lap, "You didn't mind me touching you before."
Vader remained silent, back to his frozen state. So Padme began to mock him. She pressed her chest against him, pushing the dumbfounded Sith back into the couch as he arms went to his shoulders, encasing him against the seat as he had done to her against the wall in the bedroom.
As she settled against him, he finally moved, his head turning away, in an attempt to keep his face completely hidden. Still, he said nothing and it made Padme feel empowered.
"Where's your confidence now?" She teased as she moved her own mouth towards his covered neck, knowing he could still feel the heat of her breath underneath the material, "Or do you just talk the talk?"
"Senator." He warned again, his voice filled with much more roughness than before.
"Oh." Padme laughed, moving between his neck and shoulder, "It sounds like it isn't me that can't handle our game."
The Sith said nothing, but kept his face turned away. Padme could feel the heat coming off his body, and for once the air around him was warm instead of cold.
"You're right, Vader." She continued, high on her power, as she tried to create some friction between them, "I can't keep my hands off you. " One of her hands moved from his shoulder to his chest, slowly moving down. "Don't you ever think about it?" She whispered, "I think about it all the time."
A deep growl resonated from Vader's throat, but for once it was not one of anger.
Smiling to herself, Padme slowly moved her hand farther down his chest, to his hard stomach, and although he showed no signs of life, she could fell the change within him. He was warm. He was silent. The spark between them was undeniable. Even her own breath was heavy as she continued her game, and just as she made it to his belt, she paused with an even bigger smile, bringing her lips back up to his ear; "You underestimated me."
"Umm… Master?"
Both heads snapped in the direction of the corner of the room, realizing the company that had entered.
"Threepio!" Padme explained in shocked, and before she could move, Vader knocked her onto the couch beside him.
"What!" Vader snapped; his voice filled with such a mix of emotions that Padme wasn't sure what to expect.
3PO shuffled uncomfortably, turning his head away from the scene before him, "The Emperor – He requests you make contact with him" 3PO announced nervously, "Immediately."
"Of course he does." Vader growled in annoyance as he rose to his feet, before his head snapped towards the senator.
Padme felt the death of his gaze the moment he turned his head. Fearing for her life, she jumped up, and ran towards the exit. She ran passed 3PO ignoring his strange look and hoped to the Force the droid didn't see much. She exited the room quickly, throwing an, "I win!" over her shoulder, before she disappeared down the hall.
Vader too, exited the room, making his way in the opposite direction. He passed by 3PO; raising his hand to silence the droid from making any comments that 3PO had rattling around within its robotic inners. Vader's nerves were already thin, and he needed what was left of them to face his Master.
The Sith did not waste any time making his way towards the communications room, knowing better than to keep his Master waiting. Upon entering the room, he motioned to the droid at the controls, before taking a knee at the center of the room. While the connection was made, Vader locked all emotions and memories away, knowing the consequences they would produce. He knew that his Master would sense something, but anything would be better than the truth.
Moments later, the hologram of the Emperor formed before him, and Vader instinctively bowed, "My Master."
Palpatine was silent for a long moment, taking in his pupil before him. Vader could feel the old man trying to prick at his mind and break down his walls, but his Master could not penetrate.
Eventually, his Master became bored with trying to get answers from his mind and turned to Vader with suspicion, "Lord Vader, " He stated slowly, "You seem… frustrated."
"Yes, my Master." Vader answered, making no attempt to hide that fact from his Master.
"Because of the senator?"
"Yes, my Master." Vader admitted with a high amount of resentment, "I'm afraid, she is on my last nerve."
Palpatine laughed darkly, smiling a large yellow teethed grin. "Then," He snickered, "I have good news for you, my friend."
Vader's head snapped up at the announcement of news, hoping for the command the senator's death, "Her execution?"
"Patience, Lord Vader!" Palpatine snapped, "Not yet."
Vader remained silent, biting back his anger and annoyance.
"I am allowing her to return to the Senate." Palpatine finally admitted, causing Vader's anger to boil. "She is still of great use to us," His Master continued, "And now more than ever. She is our key to sniffing out the rest of the Rebellion– To destroy them all and wipe their existence from the galaxy. We will allow her to return to the Senate, and have full access to her complete files. She will think that her work will protect the Rebellion, but it will just lead to their demise!"
"I think it is unwise to underestimate her." Vader said, before he could stop himself, his mind on what she had been capable of when he had underestimated her.
Palpatine's head snapped towards the young Sith, "Are you saying that you are no match to her?"
The statement made Vader's anger worsen. "I am saying," Vader retorted slowly, "That she is trouble, and should be taken care of."
"You have already been told not to harm her, Lord Vader." Palpatine spit, "I expect you to listen to your orders."
Vader lowered his gaze, "Yes, Master."
"Good." Palpatine snapped, "I will speak to you tomorrow when you bring Senator Amidala back to the Senate. "
"Yes, Master." Vader responded automatically, bowing his head in false respect.
Without another word, his Master ended the transmission, and as soon as the transmission was cut, Vader let out a howl of rage, crushing and destroying everything in sight. It wasn't over. He would win. He would crush her. She would die, as well as his Master. Darth Vader would succeed.
For hours, Padme paced back and forth across her room, before finally settling on top of her bed. The time continued to pass, and with each passing minute it got worse and worse. She didn't know where her confidence had gone, but it had evaporated minutes after leaving Vader and entering her room. She knew for some reason, Vader was not going to hurt her... But that didn't mean there wouldn't be consequences.
Her mind was a blaze with questions that she could not answer.
Where is he?
Where is Threepio?
How much did Threepio see?
Will he say anything?
Will Vader say anything?
What will Vader say to me?
What will he do to me?
What the kriff was I thinking?
How could I be so stupid?
What did Palpatine want?
Did he know?
Will he know?
Would Vader tell him?
Why did I do this?
What are the consequences?
Her thoughts froze when she heard a noise outside her door. She jumped in fright as she heard the door open to her room with brute force and slam shortly after with the same amount strength. Vader wasn't happy.
Pushing back her fear, Padme looked towards the approaching Sith. "Vader…" She said, rising up from the bed to begin her apology.
He pushed her back roughly, pointing his finger to her face, "Try that again, Senator," He snapped, "And I will not hesitate to break your neck. No matter what my orders are from, my Master."
"I'm sorry." Padme breathed, feeling the dark emotions that were swirling around him.
"Apologies mean nothing to me." Vader growled, before breathing in deep and calming his anger, "Now," He stated slowly, "You're going to be a good little girl, do you understand?"
Hearing him call her a little girl hurt Padme more than she would ever admit, but she knew better than to dwell. He was trying to hurt her, and he always knew how.
Hesitantly, she took a step back, lowing her gaze to the floor, as she gave a small nod, "Yes."
"Yes, what?" He pressed, his finger moving to her chin before pushing her face up to look at him.
Padme's heart thumped painfully against her chest, as she took long, deep breathes. "Yes… " She breathed, "My Lord."
"Good." Vader snapped, pushing her face away from his touch roughly.
Padme was sure he would leave, and as always, she never wanted him too. She didn't want her nightmares. She didn't want Vader. She wanted her Savior; but she was sure she had destroyed him. However, she got the next best thing.
To Padme's surprise, instead of leaving, Vader circled the bed, motioning for her to lie down.
She obeyed instantly, getting under the covers and making sure to face away from him. She felt the bed drop as he joined her in the bed; but she could feel it wasn't the same. Everything was different. Everything felt wrong– felt evil.
"The Emperor has cleared you to return to the Senate." Vader said breaking the silence, "Our rules remain the same as before; I would suggest not to break them this time."
Padme frowned, "What?" She asked, trying to turn her head to look at him, but could not due to the feeling of the invisible grip on her neck.
"Ask again," Vader threatened, "And you won't leave this room for the rest of your life."
Padme groaned, falling back into her pillow, "I won't make it that long anyways."
"The rest of your short life," Vader corrected quickly, "Now if you cherish what's left of it. You'll shut up."
"Yes… " Padme whispered, as a tear broke away from the dam she had built, "Lord Vader."
The pair did not speak again, even though they both were awake for a long while after that. Vader laid quietly on his side of the bed, while Padme wiped away silent tears. The gap was again between them, larger than ever before. Vader used the Force to make sure Padme stayed the farthest distance away from him as possible and did not try to turn in his direction to face him. They had hated. They had bonded. They had hurt. They had fixed; but now, they didn't know. Something had changed between them, but it wasn't for the better.
Author's Note: So yeah, I had a really had time writing this chapter, so a thousand apologies! I really hated it, and I swear the next one will be better. Leave me a review with what you thought and your reaction to what just happened! Thanks lovelies! Love you all!