Vader's Angel

By: wertman25

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

That night, the Rebellion was in a panic about the news from Outer Rim Territories. They had sent a small training squadron to Anthan 13, but the mission had ended in complete disaster. Anthan 13 was a moon that orbited the planet of Anthan Prime and was thought to be a safe place to observe and document the Imperial Troops. The territory was known to have affliction with the Galactic Empire, but never did they imagine the amount of troops or technology that would be stationed there.

The Imperial forcers had locked onto their coordinates almost immediately after they landed. That was the squadrons' first mistake; they had accidently landed too close to the base. When they believed they had been detected, they decided to get as much information as they could before fleeing. It was a brave and honorable choice, but a stupid one nonetheless. They had escaped the clutches of the troopers stationed there, but their next mistake was trying to escape towards the direction of Coruscant. They never stood a chance. By the morning, mere hours ago, they were captured and handed over to the Dark Lord himself, Darth Vader. Their files wore the title, "MIA", but everyone knew the truth; they were dead, killed by Lord Vader himself.

"We cannot afford to send out anymore spies or troops!" Mon Mothma exclaimed to the senator that sat around the circular table and to the numerous people that stood around the room. "Our numbers are dwindling as it is. Every time we send a small force anywhere near the Empire's forces they never return!"

"It's Darth Vader," a senator yelled, as he slammed his fist against the table. "He is behind this!"

"We have reports that it was at the hands of the Sith Lord that our last two squadrons have perished." Mon continue, her face conveying more sorrow than what she would have liked. "And I'm afraid, at this time, there is no way to receive direct information for Coruscant."

"That's untrue!" Bail spoke up, immediately causing Mon to grit her teeth with annoyance. "We have many Rebellion sympathizers and we still have Senator Amidala within the walls of the Senate."

"I have told you, Bail." Mon Mothma snapped. "It is impossible to get any further contact with Senator Amidala. We have done all we can."

"Lord Vader is too powerful!" another senator from beside Mon remarked. "No one can beat him!"

Or so they believed.

"With all do respect," Obi-Wan spoke up, stepping out of the corner of where he had been quietly listening. "Lord Vader is a Sith Lord. His power comes from the dark side of the Force, which is not stronger than the light. He is strong, but not unbeatable."

"You say the Dark Side is not stronger, Master Jedi." An older man snapped. "But yet Vader was able to defeat all of you."

"Not all of us," Obi-Wan disagreed. "There is still Jedi left. There is still a Rebellion left. There is still hope."

"Where? Where is there hope?" Mon pressed, rising from her seat. "The Empire– Darth Vader himself is tracking us down one by one, probably even as we speak. We are losing our numbers and any advantage we used to have."

"We still have an advantage," Bail said simply, causing everyone to turn towards him. They looked on with question eyes until he spoke again. Bail turned towards Obi-Wan, before breathing in deeply and turning back to the room. "I have managed to get a personal spy within the walls of the Senate… unnoticed."

Gasps echoed from throughout the room, and many of the senators look appalled or like they were about to kill Senator Organa themselves.

"We are waiting for the best time to strike," Bail continued. "He will give us the answers we need. He will give us an advantage. Then right before we strike, we will also be able to make the move to contact and rescue, Senator Amidala."

"And how will you do that?" Mon questioned. "How do we know your spy will continue to go unnoticed?"

"You have my word he will go unnoticed, Mon." Bail equipped. "They have no reason to suspect him, and I have enlisted the Nubian government as my recourse."

"They worked this out as well?"

"They did." Bail nodded. "It was with their help that this plan went through with such ease. The Nubians want Senator Amidala safe just as much as I or anyone else. They were more than willing to help."

An older woman stepped forward, moving towards Bail. "And how do you plan to rescue Padmé from the clutches of Vader?"

"Master Kenobi is more than willing to infiltrate wherever Vader is keeping Senator Amidala." Bail responded, nodding towards the young Jedi.

Obi-Wan stood up as all eyes fell upon him. "I am more than capable of rescuing the senator. We have taken into consideration that Senator Amidala may have developed some psychiatric disorders from being with the Sith for so long, but her and I have a past together and I'm sure she'll trust me when I arrive. I have protected her before as a queen, it would be an honor to do it while she is a senator."

Mon continued to frown, unimpressed. "And what if you come in contact with Lord Vader?"

"I will duel him," Obi-Wan answered without pause, "I will fight him and win, than I will bring the senator home."

The group in the room continued to stare, but it was the little green Jedi Master that broke the silence. Slowly, he made his way to Obi-Wan's side, mumbling as he walked.

"Master Yoda?" Mon asked. "Do you believe that this plan will work?"

Obi-Wan took a deep breath as Yoda looked upon him. He could feel his annoyance, his doubtfulness. His Master was displeased that he had not filled him in on the plan, but Obi-Wan was sure that his plan would work. He could feel Qui-Gon pushing him towards it. It had to work. He could face Vader and win.

"Have faith we must, in the Force and in Obi-Wan." Yoda finally said, looking back towards the room. "If work, he feels that this plan will, so do I."

Obi-Wan too, turned back towards the group, locking his shoulders confidently. He was pleased that his Master had supported him even though he could feel that Yoda was displeased. Still, they stood together, keeping the confidence in the Jedi secure.

"Alright then," Mon Montha eventually sighed. "Everyone, it seems we have a new plan." She paused, looking around at the countless faces of the room before her gaze fell upon the young Jedi. "General Kenobi, your orders."

It wasn't until the early morning that Vader arrived back at his establishments, but this time, any and every trace of the man within him was gone. He was now the monster– the Sith– the Dark Lord. He was Darth Vader . The young Sith was seething, his anger was boiling through his veins and the air around him had become bitter cold. Under the hood, his eyes were burning a fiery gold and his long locks pressed against his skin from the amount of sweat that had been released from his body. He looked like a fearsome, mighty creature as he walked; his dark robes flying around him, the clothing stained with not only his sweat, but with blood.

He marched through the halls of his establishments and towards his personal chambers, slithering through the darkness like an evil serpent before it attacked. He was about to attack; he could feel the urge through his clenched fists. He had taken care of the incident concerning his troops, but he wasn't just angry about that outrage. He was even more infuriated that she had entered his mind once again. She hadn't even crossed his mind until the moment he stepped back into his establishments, but now– now he remembered.

He erupted in a roar of fury as he entered into his chamber, and just like after "the incident", he could feel the room beneath him begin the shake. The spilling of the Rebellion blood had held him over for a short time, but here it gave him no tranquility. Here, he had nothing. At the base, he had had infiltrators to catch and kill, while here he was forbidden to do such an act. It made him feel like he was drowning, his mind was in absolute turmoil, and his anger was spewing like an erupting volcano. Objects began to shatter, while a series of crashes and explosions sounded throughout the room. Smoke and broken shards were everywhere, but it didn't calm him. Instead, the same question sounded within his mind: What have I done?

For the first time, he allowed himself to truly comprehend what had happened a few hours ago; what he– they had done. He was appalled at his actions, and at the fact that he didn't know why he had allowed it to occur. It made no sense to him. He couldn't fit any of the pieces together. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before. He had allowed it all to get to him– everything. He had allowed her to get to him. He had allowed the man within the monster to be released. He allowed her to get an upper hand upon him– for her to have an advantage. The thought made Vader let out a yell as he overturned his bed, throwing the object like it was a child's play thing. She had the upper hand– she was now challenging him for the lead.

He erupted again in a fit of rage, storming out of his chambers and towards the senator's room. He had to end this before it began. He had tried before, but this time he would succeed. He would not allow this young girl be the reason for his demise. He didn't know what had happened yesterday, but he had to assure that it would never happen again. He had showed her mercy. He had showed her weakness. He had showed her the man… Now, he had to show truly show her the monster.

He walked quickly through the halls, moving like an unstoppable hovertrain. When he reached the main living area, he nearly knocked over 3PO as he passed, but the droid jumped back in surprise, allowing Vader to continue on his rampage. The Sith's rage and anger was blinding, almost acting for him. He entered her room without warning, practically breaking the door as he entered. The action caused a loud bang to rattle throughout the room, but the senator didn't have time to react because he had already crossed the room towards her. He hardly knew what he was doing until he was already preforming the act. The darkness had completely taken over him. He couldn't think, he couldn't breath; the darkness was swirling, penetrating, and controlling him. It screamed one thing: Kill her!

He could feel the Dark Side of the Force surrounding him, giving him power and bending to his will. His eyes were locked on his prey; wide, brown eyes starred back at him in horror as her hands gripped her own neck in a vein effort to stop the pressure. Vader almost smiled at the image; surely she knew it could come to this. His hand was outstretched, gripping the air tightly with the full intent of choking the life right out of her. He could do it this time, he was sure of it. His hidden gaze locked onto her brown eyes, ready to see the life disappear from within, but just when he was sure the deed would be done… he stopped.

He released his gasp and lowered his hand, pushing away the urge to kill. The darkness within him howled, but something else inside rejoiced. Either way, he didn't react. He stayed motionless while he watched her fall to the floor. She gasped for air as she hit the ground, coughing roughly as her face regained color. She didn't turn to look at him, but his eyes stayed upon her, taking in the sight of her. With each breath she took, the monster within growled. She shouldn't be breathing. She should be dead… but again, she was not.

He could have killed her. He was more than capable of preforming such an act, but the truth was, he didn't want to. Not yet, anyways. Her eyes were what had stopped him this time. Her big, brown eyes had looked upon him as he chocked her life away… but he saw not a hint of fear. She didn't fear him. She didn't fear his power or what he could do. She had accepted it, and he couldn't kill her like that, knowing that she had acceptance. That would always haunt him. He would never have peace from her if she were to die like that.

That's not the only reason.

Vader growled at the voice in his head, before he turned and exited the room without another glance at the senator. He let out a loud sigh of frustration as he walked, the wave of emotions threatening to overtake him.

What am I doing?

For the first time in his life, he had no idea; he hardly even had a plan. As he walked, Vader rubbed his hand through his hair in frustration, before he tried to breath out his rage. His heart was beating rapidly against his chest and the Force refused to stop swirling around him. There was only one way to stop this, he was sure of it; he had to kill her. It was obvious that his master knew nothing of his actions with the senator or felt the disturbance that it had caused in the Force; he would have contacted him by now if he did… but that didn't mean the old man couldn't find out.

The senator had become too much of a risk, to him and to his plans. Sidious thought she had some use to them, but Vader knew the truth, she would be anything but help, unless it was to his demise. He was sure of it. She was always underestimated, and that's how she got the advantage. He had underestimated her, and she had the advantage now.

He clenched his fists again, trying to forget the fact. Darth Vader did not allow people to have an advantage over him. He was the one with the advantages. He had no weaknesses, and the ones he had, he did not show… but he had shown weaknesses to her. He had shown too much to her– she knew too much. It was dangerous. He had only one option; he had to kill her.

You can't kill her, his mind remained himself. It would be a mission failed.

The thought made his blood return to a boil, and he could feel himself practically steaming. He could not bring himself to kill the senator, and he felt that a major part of it was because he couldn't deal with another failed mission. Darth Vader did not fail missions. He succeeded with flying colors. There had been too many mistakes, too many failures for his record. Things were starting to become less than perfect, and that was not acceptable.

Then what could he do? If he couldn't kill her than what other options did he have? None of this was right. None of this was suppose to happen. He couldn't un-commit a crime he had already committed. He couldn't hide this from her knowledge. It was undeniable. It was unfixable. He had no other options. He had taken her. It was something he never imagined himself doing, but yet, he had done it– they had done it. This had started out simple, the teasing and the irritation. It had grown slowly, the connection– the spark undeniable between them. He felt it– even worse when they touched, but although it had lead to irresponsible actions in the past, never did he imagine it would lead to this.

This wasn't right. It had been a mistake, and if he kept her alive he couldn't continue to do this… but he feared he couldn't stop. Sex had awoken something within him, a hunger and a need. A similar need had just recently awoken, but this new profound need, he feared his hand would never be able to satisfy. Irritated, he groaned and fell to the floor as he entered his chambers, cursing to himself. A Sith Lord did not crave such things, but yet his growing member told him differently. He was trained against this, he didn't crave such physical needs, but the man inside him did.

Vader was not blind to the beauty of women or the lust that men had for the seductive creatures such as the senator, but he had never had a need such as his one for her. Of course, he had always talked up his game, knowing exactly how and where to prick others to get them irritated in the best ways, but he had never had sex in his life– until now. Physical pleasure was not something he was allowed, only physical pain. He was never allowed, nor did he ever want to participate in such acts… but now he had tasted the forbidden fruit and it had caused wagging battle inside of him. The Sith was completely against it, his training fighting against his male instinct, against his body that screamed, aching for more.

For once in his life, he was torn without a single idea of what to do. He knew he had to stop, but he didn't want to. He didn't care for the senator. It was a sentence he told himself over and over again. He didn't care for her. It didn't matter that he had healed her. It didn't matter that he had showed her mercy. It didn't matter that they had had sex. She was nothing to him– for some reason something pulled him to her, but he had no attachment.

The thought made him pleased. He had no attachment and if he had no attachment, than technically he wasn't doing anything against the rules. It was just sex, a way of release for him and a new way to torture her. Sleeping with the enemy, it was an action he could feel had pleased her and sickened her all in the same way. She was sickened that she wanted him, that she had enjoyed him. At that, a wicked smile appeared across Vader's lips; perhaps he could work out something– if the senator was willing. She after all, seemed willing before. She wanted him, and he was sure if he baited her in, his plan would work perfectly. He could have her again and there would be no stings attached.

This plan began to form itself perfectly in his mind. He had aroused her before; he would just have to do it again. It was always different at night between them; it would be the perfect time. He could be in control, have pleasure, and torture her all at the same time. It was glorious, and it could work. Images of the senator beneath him flashed within his mind as the plan began to come together, he could imagine her begging him for more.

"Please!" she screamed. "Please!"

He groaned again, feeling aroused and even weaker than before. Right now she had the upper hand, even if she didn't know it… but he knew it. He would have to set that straight. She would learn that he was always in charge. She would learn to fear him… but he couldn't set that fix anything right now. His bulging member, rubbed against his pants painfully making it impossible to think. He had to take care of his "problem" before he dealt with anything else… or he feared worse actions might be taken.

Pushing up from the floor, he maneuvered over the mess he had made and over to a small drawer; the drawer he kept his one particular cloak, the one that had her scent mixed within each stitch. Slowly, he pulled out the black material and held it to his face, breathing her in. He allowed himself this pleasure, her scent breaking the walls that he had already begun to repair. Her smell brought the images and the feelings back to his mind, the feeling of him within her and the image of her spread out for him across the desk. It brought him nearly to madness. He groaned loudly as he released his throbbing member from the confinements of his pants; ready to find relief.

But while Vader found relief, Padmé only found despair. She hadn't pushed herself up from where she had fallen on the floor. She didn't see a point. She had played the scenario over and over in her head, but couldn't make any sense of it. There was no reason she should still be alive. She had been lying to herself for far too long. She had escaped death far too many times under the hands of the Sith to succeed only again. She was sick of playing his games. She was sick of him– of everything.

She had been prepared for it to be the end. She was prepared to show no fear as he drained her life from her body. She was ready to escape from this prison. He had done just as she had been prepared for, except with a different outcome. She was alive. He hadn't killed her.

Irritated, Padmé pushed herself up from the ground, feeling pain shoot through both her neck and spot between her legs. It was a feeling that made her feel confused and dirty. She couldn't believe it was the same man that caused the pain, one in such an intimate manor, while the other for prosecution. It didn't seem possible. How could someone be so gentle one moment and murderous the next? How had she given herself to such a man? Darth Vader was a man full of mystery, and instead of acting as everyone else, she had been childishly curious. She had been curious since the day she met him, but never in her life did she dream it would come to this.

How had she been so foolish? How could she have allowed this to happen? What was it that pulled her towards him? What made her always try to see the best in him? She remembered her curiosity always out weighing her fear for the Sith, but now she just couldn't explain it. She didn't want to explain it. She just wanted it to stop. She wanted to return to her life without him– or die if she couldn't break free. She was tired of his games. She was tired of trying. Tired of him. She had tried for far too long and now she had ruined her life. But what had she expected? That she could solve the mystery of Darth Vader? That they continue on the path they were taking and everything would be fine? She had been practically asking for it to happen– she begged him for gods' sakes.

She felt the blood begin to rise to her face as she recalled the memory. She had literally begged him. She had begged Lord Vader to take her– to have her virginity and to be her first. She couldn't blame him for that, but she would. He knew what was happening, he had done it before, and he had experience. How was she to know? She was a virgin and she had been caught up in the moment. She didn't know what was happening or what she had been asking for. He hadn't talked to her for weeks and than they had kissed. It all happened so quickly. She couldn't deny the feelings she had when they touched, the sparks had only added to her need… but when they kissed, all she wanted was more… and than she had got it. In the moment it had been wonderful, but the consequences were detrimental. Vader said he killed the women he took, but he hadn't killed her.

The thought sent shivers down her spine. Vader had had others. She knew she wasn't the first, but only now did she realize what that meant. Within seconds she was in the bathroom, ignoring the pain as she moved to turn on the hot water. She stripped of her clothes, not even bothering to close the door. She jumped under the rain of steaming water allowing it to burn her skin. She felt it was the only way to rid herself of the dirtiness. She wasn't just washing away her foul deed; she was washing away everyone else that Vader had touched. She hardly cared about Vader's touch; she knew it wasn't even worth the time to lie. She had liked his touch– her savior's not Vader's, but everyone else's touch made her feel like a complete and utter whore.

She poured a substantial amount soap onto a small cloth, more than triple the amount that she usually used. She started rubbing the cloth between her legs, washing away the women that had been before her. She didn't know where Vader had been, but she remembered the lessons in school about having sex with everything your sexual partner had, and with Vader's bragging, she guessed he had been many places. Ellé Muun flashed within her mind before she could stop the thought, and together, the two ideas made her feel even dirtier. She tried to push them away, but couldn't, resulting in her beginning to rub even more roughly against her opening. As she did, the thoughts of dirtiness soon melted away, washing down the drain with the other dirt that littered her body… but she didn't stop rubbing. It had taken her more than a few minutes to fully realize what was happening as she rubbed, but by the time she did, it was already too late. She would never admit to the deed that she was doing, but she could feel her belly tighten as her toes began to turn. It was like Vader was between her legs all over again. She moaned a sigh of contentment, before her eyes widened and she paled.

Kriffing Sith's Hell! What am I doing?

As quickly as Padmé jumped into the water she jumped out. She almost tumbled to the floor as her wet feet hit the slick surface, but she was able to catch onto the side of the sink before she fell completely. Her heart was breathing loudly against her chest and she could feel her body reacting to the new cold environment. She reached for a towel, but froze again, catching sight of her naked body in the mirror. Her eyes widened at the sight, her pale skin plastered with marks– marks from him. Light bruises were around her hips from where he had placed his hand while he had thrust inside of her. Her neck had the worse damage, small bruises and bite marks covered both sides, making their way to her shoulders.

Padmé closed her eyes as she ran out of the bathroom, not allowing herself to see anymore. She couldn't lose her mind again. She didn't know what was happening to her, but it had to stop. She wasn't some plaything. She was a woman and a senator. He had taken her and then tried to kill her, he was the enemy. She had to stop thinking of him as differently. Quickly, she slid into some clothes, choosing a pair of pants and shirt to sleep in rather than a dress, wanting to feel safe and secure.

She wrapped herself up within the blankets, not caring how silly she looked. They became her solitude and protection. She wouldn't let it happen again. She wouldn't be the Sith's little pleasure toy. She wouldn't be his whore. Closing her eyes, she silently hoped that it was all a trick and when she woke up it would be in the afterlife, because she prayed that she was actually dead.

She wasn't though. No matter how hard she wished or willed. She was just asleep, and not sleeping peacefully. The dreams found her as usual; only this time there was no savior. There was only Darth Vader.

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

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

"Help!" Padmé screamed, hoping– praying someone would hear her.

"Senator."

At the sound of the new voice, Padmé turned around and was greeted by the sight of the black knight himself, Darth Vader.

"Vader?" She breathed in confusion. "What are you doing?"

"It's your dream," he stated, taking a small step forward. "So what am I doing here?"

Padmé breathed in deeply, taking a step towards him, realizing she was no longer glued to the surface beneath her feet. She smiled, playfully raising an eyebrow at the Sith. "I don't know."

"Liar." Vader breathed, almost in amusement.

Padmé smiled, before she reached underneath his cloak and latched onto belt. She wasn't afraid anymore. She should be– but she wasn't, not with him. She had never tasted or felt anything as wonderful as Vader… and she wanted more. He was like a drug, and she had an addiction. The black haired man made her fear intimacy, but Vader made her want to embrace it.

She tugged on his belt, trying to move him; but Vader was far too large and heavy to move without his own consent. He soon, however, realized her action and allowed her to pull him to the wall. Padmépressed herself against the wall as she pulled Vader into surround her. He did so graciously, even using his own body weight to push her into the wall further. She looked up at him with a small smile, still amazed that she could not see his face beneath the hood, even with him being right before her. It didn't matter though, because all she wanted was his lips. She reached up to his hood, grabbing the sides of the material tightly as she pulled his face down towards her. Vader did so willingly, allowing her to envelop themselves within each other.

Padmé let out a loud cry as the gentle moment changed to harshness. Kisses turning to bites while pleasure turned to lust. Everything became a blur as Vader began to grow impatient. Soon, he grabbed her, his gloved hands wrapping tightly around her arms as he used his weight to restrain her against the cold metal of the wall. She wasn't afraid though. She was thrilled– excited– aroused. She understood he didn't want to be touched, but she wanted him to touch her.

"Please!" Padmé cried as his lips began their descent away from her face. "More!"

"Such a greedy senator," he scolded hotly against her neck, allowing the heat to tease her senses. "Do you want me?"

She couldn't say the words. She couldn't admit them, but she nodded.

He placed a hot kiss on her neck, before moving to her ear. "Hmm?" he teased, almost licking her ear as his hot breath traveled across her skin.

"Y–Yes." Padméwhimpered, silently begging him for what she wanted. She wanted him.

He laughed against her neck, the sound sending delight through her body. "Good girl." he praised, before returning to his act.

He pressed his mouth against her neck, kissing her roughly. His kisses were sweet and intoxicating… and they felt wonderful. She squirmed underneath his grip, craving friction and begging for more than just kisses. Vader was bigger then her small body, so it was up to him to actually initiate actual movement, but her shifting did not go unnoticed by his body.

Soft moans began to escape Padmé's lips as Vader's mouth continued its journey across her skin. It sickened her to think that Vader was touching her… but this man wasn't Vader. This was her savior, the man beneath the monster. She could feel the explosions of pleasure through her skin and through her belly… She didn't know if this is what it felt like before making love, but she couldn't imagine anything better. Vader didn't want her virginity. He didn't want her for selfless desire. He wanted her– just her.

His body pressed harder against hers, allowing her to feel a huge hardness dig into her belly, as he used his knee to separate her legs. His gloved hands grabbed onto the black fabric of her dress and without even a flinch he pulled it apart. The fabric tore to her underwear line, revealing the upper half of her body. Usually, Padméwould be appalled at such behavior, but right now, she felt like all articles of clothing would look better on the floor.

Without pulling away, Vader reached towards that fabric that covered her breasts, and ripped it clean off. Padmé's nipples perked as the cold air hit her newly exposed skin. She closed her eyes tightly, both embarrassed and aroused. She had never been seen by a man like this… not with her actually consenting.

She felt his gloved hand move ravenously over her body, grabbing onto her breast before he began playing with one of her nipples roughly. When Padmé began letting out louder moans, Vader moved his position. Using the Force to keep her in place, he pushed away from her to rip away the rest of the dress. He threw the pieces of the dress behind him, as he dropped down lower. Padmécried out as Vader took one nipple into his mouth and he began biting and twisting the pebble with his teeth. She felt his hands sliding downwards, down her breasts and then down her belly, making their way closer towards their final destination. She held her breath, not sure what to expect… but with Vader as her lover, she felt safe.

"We can't do this." Vader said, causing Padmé to open her eyes and realize that he had moved back to his standing position a few steps away from her.

She frowned at the distance. "I'm sorry?" she asked, somewhat confused.

"He means," the black-haired man said, stepping into view, "he doesn't want you."

"That's right," Ellé Muun agreed, appearing beside Vader and wrapping her arm tightly around his waist. "He wants me."

At the sight of both the black-haired man and Ellé, Padmé tried to cover herself to regain some modesty, but it was impossible. People continued to appear and Padmé had no way to hide.

"I just want to love you and leave you." Palo confessed, closing in on her as she remained pressed against the wall.

Padmé looked between the group, the fear and embarrassment returning. She looked towards Vader whose gaze was locked with Ellé. She tried to push away the hurt as she turned towards Palo.

"Palo, please." Padmé begged. "We can work this out."

"We can't." Palo disagreed. "You'll always be that child from Naboo." He paused for some time, before smiling at her wickedly. "Nobody will ever want you."

The hurt spread through her almost as fast as the embarrassment had. She looked at Palo with hurt filled eyes before she felt the pressure on her neck. It was the same pressure she had felt before, and her eyes became wide as she looked towards the only suspect. Vader stood with an out stretched grip, ready to kill. She opened her mouth and tried to speak, but couldn't find the words. Her eyes shut tight, her body fighting against the lack of air.

"All too easy," Vader rumbled, his voice different, deep and dark, almost mechanical.

Padmé opened her eyes at the change, but couldn't see. Everything was already fading.

She awoke in her room seconds after, her eyes flashing open to the harsh darkness. For once, she remained motionless instead of pushing up from the bed. The dream had been different than the ones before, somehow worse and perhaps even scarier. Her mind refused to make sense of it all, which she assumed was a good thing. She had too much to make sense of, and if she added this to the list, she had no doubt she would lose her mind.

"Well," Vader announced, causing Padmé to nearly have a heart attack as he revealed himself. "Your dreams are always so… fascinating."

Padmé had only turned and looked at him for a second, but through the darkness she could see he was lying with his arms back behind his head, perfectly content on his side of the bed. His voice had regained its typical arrogance, like on the day that she had first arrived to his establishments; it was like the voice of the Vader that she had first met.

For a full second she was surprised. She was surprised that he was there in such close distance and that he was even talking to her. She didn't want nor did she expect him to ever talk to her again. It was a shock, but the shock was quickly replaced with a whole new storm of different emotions. Padmé gritted her teeth, trying to bite back her anger and annoyance, before she pushed her embarrassment down as far down as it would go. She hid everything she could from him, her feelings, memories– everything. She turned completely to her side away from him; plopping down dramatically, making a stance that she was ignoring him.

"Don't tell me you're embarrassed," he whispered, his voice full of mockery. She felt him move closer to her, his hand moving like a ghost down her side, but not completely touching. "We know each other so much better now," he teased. "Don't you say?"

She frowned, using her elbow to harshly hit him away. She was angry, but this wasn't what she had expected at all. Was he trying to seduce her or just tease her? Did he just want to torture her more? To remind her what she had done? Was this still just a game to him?

"Touchy," he scolded, pulling his hand back. "Guess we don't know each other as well as you make it out in your dreams." He paused for a moment, his voice capturing an unknown emotion. "Although you do seem to always change things around in those dreams. Not that I understand it."

She remained silent, closing her eyes in an attempt to block him out. She moved her body as close to the side of the bed as possible, trying to put room between the inching Sith. She could never see his reactions, but as she moved away she could feel his whole attitude change, as if her actions were finally beginning to click within his head.

He was silent for a long moment, his anger and confusion practically tangible within the air. "Are you ignoring me?" he asked, his voice unable to hide his surprise that dwelled beneath his anger.

She didn't bother giving a response. He had played this game with her before. Her silence would be her answer. Isn't that how he played?

"Senator." he growled, his voice harsher, as she felt him push up into a sitting position on the bed to look at her.

This time, she rolled her eyes. What did he not understand? They had sex. That was a big deal to her, but he hadn't exactly acknowledged it without trying to kill her. She had been surprised at his kindness when it first occurred, while she was a mess with a breaking mind, but she knew the consequences were to come later. She hadn't been in the right mind and now she was, they both were. So he had tried to kill her and she had been prepared for that. Yes, he had spared her, but he had still tried to kill her, and he couldn't expect there to be no consequences for that.

She could feel him pricking through her mind, looking for answers as if it wasn't obvious. How smart was he supposed to be again? Wasn't he supposed to be the leader of the Empire's finest? The arguably first or second most powerful man in the galaxy? He was a great many things and yet, he couldn't figure out if and why she was ignoring him?

"So it's that obvious?" he asked, slightly amused and confused. She didn't answer, so he continued to look within her mind. She could feel him traveling within, and she tried to block him away from her thoughts, just like she protected the information that he was always seeking, but she couldn't for long. Thoughts were different than information, and Vader found his way.

"Ah," he finally announced, listening in to her inner voice. "So it's the trying to kill you that is mostly bothering you, not the sex."

The phrase he used shouldn't have even been able to create a real sentence, but it did. It was a sentence full of context, and it reminded her of too much.

"Well…" he continued, his voice sounding darker than before. "That changes things."

Padmé fought the urge to growl. How did it make a difference? What difference would it make if she were pissed about the sex or the trying to kill her? Either way, she wasn't talking to him.

"It makes a huge difference, Senator." Vader's voice growled, returning to its usual darkness as he pushed up from the bed. Padmé closed her eyes tightly as she felt his presence circle the bed and pause before her. She could feel his breath on her as he kneeled down to her level, pausing there for a moment before he spoke. "Because if it is about trying to kill you." he growled. "Than you have forgotten who I am, Senator."

Everything went cold at Vader's words. She opened her eyes as the icy feeling washed over her; that she had heard those words before.

"You have forgotten who I am, Senator." Vader responded as he continued to tighten his grasp. "Time for you to remember."

It was memory. A misty memory, but it was there. She had heard him say it before. It was a memory that had been forgotten–No. Hidden. Vader had hidden the memory. He had hidden all of those memories.

"You're… You're going to kill me anyways," the man chocked out through pain. "My fate is… is already decided."

"Perhaps." Vader agreed. "But it could have been less painful. Either way, I got what I wanted." For a moment the man stopped chocking, but not for long. Vader did not drop his hand; instead, he stepped forward to wrap his own hand around the man's neck. As Vader's grip began to tighten and the man began to groan, Padmé was snapped out of her frozen prison.

"No!" Padmé screamed, as she tried to pull out of the clone troopers' grasps. "Vader, stop, please stop!"

"You have forgotten who I am, Senator." Vader responded as he continued to tighten his grip. "Time for you to remember."

Seconds later, a loud snap sounded in the room, signaling the breaking of the man's neck as the man fell forward hanging against his restraints like a broken child's toy.

"You coward!" the final man yelled, tears pouring down his face as he pulled against the shackles around his wrists. "You kriffing, Sith scum!"

The room turned dark once again as another swell of anger raced through the Sith Lord and everyone felt it. Vader turned to the final man and stalked towards him like a beast on a rampage. A huge burst of sparks threw through the room as Vader slashed the final man's restraints with his glowing red blade. The final man fell to the floor with a loud thud before he groaned loudly pushing himself up onto his knees on the bloody floor.

Vader circled him, looking much like a wolf circling its prey. The man dared not look up from his spot on the floor, knowing that if he did, his eyes would meet with Death himself. Vader paused directly in front of the man that sat on his knees, cowering in fear on the floor. Silently, the Sith reached his hand out to his side, calling one of the clone trooper's blasters into his grasp. Without a word, he threw the blaster onto the floor before backing away from the now armed man.

However, the man made no move towards the weapon, and instead continued to shiver in fear on the floor.

"I'm the coward," Vader laughed darkly. "But yet, you won't even try to defend your life."

The man said nothing, just continued to quiver in fear, his eyes locked on the ground.

"You're pathetic." Vader hissed as he called the blaster back into his palm. "First, you spill your secrets, then you soil yourself, and now, you quiver on the floor refusing to fight for your life." Vader reached down, grabbing the man's hand and putting the blaster into the man's grasp. The man let out small cries, as Vader continued to move his hands over the weapon, until the Sith put the blaster into the correction position that he wanted. Vader pulled away to admire his work. The blaster sat in the man's hands, the man's finger near the trigger, and the tip of the blaster touching the man's head. "Why don't you do us all a favor?" Vader said coldly, taking his hands completely off the blaster before moving away from the man with a small chuckle.

"Don't!" Padmé cried to the man, but it was already too late. The man had already waded his options, and picked his death over the Sith Lord. The man pulled the trigger, taking his own life. Padme closed her eyes, turning away from the scene, not wanting to see the gruesome death. She only opened them when she heard the man's body fall to the floor, and as it did, she was sure she had heard Vader laugh.

The monster.

Still, Padmé was too scared… too shocked to speak. She was horrified. She couldn't believe what had just unfolded before her. It had to be a dream. A terrible nightmare.

As Vader neared her, she backed away, as far as possible, cowering in fear of him just like the other men. She didn't try to stop the tears that started to fall down her face. She couldn't hide her fear. She was too scared. She was too afraid.

Darth Vader paused before her, his finger pointing at her as he shook his fist. "This is a warning, Senator." His voice boomed. "And for your sake I hope you remember it, because next time, you will have to deal with my Master, and I can tell you this, the Emperor is not as forgiving as I am." With that, Vader slide his lightsaber into his belt and swiftly stormed out of the room, leaving Padmé alone with the dead bodies, clone troopers, and her thoughts. All three telling her one thing, she was going to die.

"You… " Padmé breathed, pushing up to face the Sith that stood somewhere in the darkness before her.

Vader took a step forward, allowing himself to be seen as he stood arrogantly against the darkness. "That seems to have gotten you talking," he mused, looking towards her as she stood.

"Yo–You killed those men…" Padmé stated, her eyes going wide as the memory continued to fill in the gaps within her mind.

"I've killed lots of men," Vader stated proudly before he walked away arrogantly. "Women and children too. My count is in the hundreds, maybe even millions."

He had made the statement too boldly– too proudly for Padmé's liking. He took pride in killing. It was a game to him; and the people that he killed, they were his prey. He loved it. He enjoyed it. He dwelled within other's pain. The monster.

Padmé's anger erupted before she could even think of her actions. She charged at him and ran into his body with all her might. He stumbled backwards, caught off guard by her sudden action, but it still wasn't enough to harm him. Acting quickly, Vader pushed her back, knocking her to the ground, but Padmé was up in an instant, ignoring the pain that ached through her body. She went after him again, but this time he was prepared and knocked her back again effortlessly. It still didn't faze her, she wouldn't allow it to, and she was in her feet within seconds.

She was about to charge him again when her feet froze from beneath her. She looked towards Vader and saw his outstretched hand, the one that held her in place.

"What?" she growled, the stance reminding of before, how he looked when he had chocked her. "Are you afraid to fight me fair?"

He didn't answer, but he looked at her a long moment, something silently passing over him. He didn't react or even breath, but his hand lowered slowly and the Force grip released. Padmé acted quickly, not waiting for him to change his mind or preform another trick. She immediately ran towards him, punching, hitting, and scratching as he blocked her blows, but did not fight back. They continued their dance for a few minutes, Padmé eventually landing a few good punches within Vader's gut, forcing him back and literally knocking the breath right out of him. She felt as all her Naboo training had brought her to this moment. She poured everything she knew into the punches, finally landing a hard right punch against Vader's jaw. He sucked in a breath of pain, while she did the same, but his pain only fueled her punches. She was sure she could take him down, but she had spoken too soon, because just then, Vader became irritated. She had pushed his limits too far... again. Unlike before, he began catching her blows, sometimes dodging out of the way. When he grew tired of this game as well, he threw her into the corner, before he moved in on her, using his body to block her exit. He gripped her arms as she tried to push him away, pushing her back harder against the wall.

It seemed that he had the full intent of ending the fight, but something caused them both to pause– the feeling of the sparking running between them as they touch. It was there, and it was even stronger than ever. They both breathed deeply, the sound of their breaths filling the room. Padmé's hands stayed upon his tunic as his hands stayed wrapped around her wrists.

They stayed like this for a long while, neither of them moving. To Padmé it felt like it would never end, like they would just stand there forever, but then, Vader laughed. He really laughed. It was a true, void of evil, kind of laugh. Padmé hardly believed her ears and for the first time, her eyes flashed from his chest to his face.

Vader released his grip on one of her arms and moved it under his hood. "You have a hell of a punch," he continued, as he rubbed an area beneath the hood. "You should at least be proud that you made me bleed."

"I did not." Padmé retorted, his joke not lightening the mood.

"Yes, you did." he pressed. "I'm bleeding."

She rolled her eyes, trying to pull out of his grasp. He didn't let go. Instead, he ignited his saber, the red blade buzzed to life and lite up the room with an evil, red glow. Padmé completely froze as her eyes moved towards the blade, her mind swirling. Was this the end? But it wasn't. He didn't harm her. Instead, he moved his gloved hand down near the glowing light, showing her the small amount of red substance that was on his glove. Padmé hardly believed it.

"It's amazing that you hardly fazed that imbecile when you punched him," he continued, twirling his hand in the light in fascination.

Padmé frowned. "What imbecile?"

"The one from the club." Vader answered simply, mesmerized by the red substance on his glove, sounding as if he hardly even knew he was talking. "The one in your dream."

She watched him twirl his hand in the light, slightly mesmerized herself… only with the man. "And yet…" she whispered, her mind buzzing. "You say you don't remember that night."

Her comment broke him out of his daze and he looked away from his hand. He moved his gaze to her, perhaps going over the conversation again in his head before realizing his mistake. "Well…" he started slowly. "Perhaps your dreams reminded me."

Padmé rolled her eyes, "Perhaps you always remembered."

He didn't say anything.

She didn't say anything either, instead her eyes moved towards the glowing red blade: the lightsaber. It was painful to see it within his hands– to see such an elegant weapon look so evil. The lightsaber was once a symbol of freedom, justice, peace, and hope in galaxy. It was the symbol of the noble and strong protectors that held the universe within balance: The Jedi. Vader had soiled the weapon. He had brought fear to its name instead of comfort. He had destroyed the hope that the weapon brought at its appearance, just as he had destroyed the true weapons' masters.

"I would't be bring them into the subject if I were you," Vader growled, his threat causing a chill to run up her spine. His voice had turned cold, back to the killer. Vader was the hunter of not only men, but also Jedi. He hated them. He had been the man– the monster to destroy the Jedi. They had been unstoppable, the peacekeepers for thousands of years… until Vader arose from the shadows.

"And…" he continued, swinging the weapon elegantly in a display of knowledge. "If you were thinking about trying to kill me with my own weapon, Senator… I would think again."

"I care not for your ancient weapon, Lord Vader." Padmé announced, channeling her voice and posture into that of a pure and elegant senator. She ducked under his arm and away from his weapon, pulling her arm out of his grasp as she did. "I care to kill you with a blaster." she continued, pronouncing her words so perfectly that it sounded like the purest sentence known to man. "It is my favorite weapon after all."

"A blaster would not kill me," he equipped back darkly, but she could hear the slight amusement in his voice. "It's clumsy and uncivilized."

"Maybe the way you use it," Padmé retorted, raising an eyebrow in pure mockery. "But when a queen and senator shoots it, its regal, civilized, and shoots to kill."

"Well..." Vader mused, twirling his weapon again as he inspected his blade. "Perhaps my weapon once stood for peace and justice, and was once wielded by insignificant fools that thought they knew the power of the Force; but that was before I wielded such a weapon or learned the ways of the Force. I am more powerful than any Sith– any Jedi has ever dreamed."

Padmé glared at him, ignoring his ignorant words. "And yet," she snapped. "You're still just a s–"

She chocked back her words, ice and darkness rolling over her in a giant wave. Vader had his hand outstretched again, gripping the air lightly. "I warn you, Senator." he threatened, his voice dark once again. "I have spared you, but if you truly wish to die, I will allow you to finish that sentence."

He lowered his hand once again, and Padmé breathed a sigh of relief. She starred at him for a long moment, her feet glued to the floor and her mouth tied together. She had told herself she wanted to die, but now that she had the chance, she couldn't say it. She knew that Vader's threat was real. She could feel it. He meant what he said, if she wished to die, those words would push him far enough.

She opened her mouth slowly, but then closed it again. She didn't want to die. She wanted to live. Peeling her eyes away, she walked back towards her bed, her sentence and Vader's threat dying in the air.

"Good girl." Vader praised darkly, and Padmé immediately paused remembering her dream.

He laughed against her neck, the sound sending delight through her body. "Good girl." he praised, before returning to his act.

He was teasing her, using her dream to his advantage. She turned her head back towards him, but he remained motionless in the corner, acting as if he was a statue and that he had no idea about the game he was playing.

Her eyes hardened. "Goodnight, Lord Vader." Padmé said simply. "It was so kind of you to stop by, but I think I'll be heading to bed now." She turned back around and hopped into bed, hoping that would be the end of it.

Vader laughed, however, a low sinister laugh, nothing like before. "Oh, I'm afraid that's not how this is going to work, Senator."

She frowned, looking towards him as she pulled the covers around her body to shield them from his prying eyes.

"These are my establishments," he announced, taking a step forward. "So I make the rules, and I say I'm staying."

"Sorry," Padmé growled. "I don't allow murders in my bed."

"Oh?" he questioned mockingly as he paused before her. "Do you just have sex with them? Though I do believe I have been in your bed before, milady, more than once if I am correct."

His statement shut her up. She didn't know what to say. Her body and mind were waging a war against each other. She was trying to stay strong, but she didn't know how long she could… at least here. In the darkness she couldn't hide from him. She had said it before, that it was different during the night between them, but still she fought against it. She couldn't allow herself to do this… Could she?

"Now," Vader breathed, his presence suddenly by her ear, seductively speaking as the chills from his hot breath ran down her spine. "I'm going to lay in your bed, because we both know you want my company." His hand moved onto her side, and she couldn't help but to close her eyes as the feeling of his body touching her moved through her once more. "You may ignore me all you wish, but we both know what you truly want."

She didn't fight him. She couldn't. She had said it before, that she hated Vader, but not him. It was true. The man that came to her at night was not Vader, and the man that had taken her was not Vader. She didn't understand it, but she knew it was true. She could hate the monster, but she didn't hate the man. She couldn't.

"Alright…" she whispered, her voice almost mute; but Vader had heard her.

He began to move to his side of the bed, but not by his usual route, instead, he pulled himself over her. He put one knee on her opposite side, and pushed himself over her body before flipping onto his side. It was an act of teasing, a way to make Padmé feel his body, but it worked. She knew it and he knew it. She had never wanted to kill and be pleasure by someone in her entire life… but she did now. She wanted him, and she just wished he wanted her in the same way. She wanted to drive him crazy like he drove her.

She was angry– ballistic even, but she was aroused. The closeness only brought out the beast that he had awoken. Her face still grew red when she thought about the act she had nearly committed in the shower due to her insanity, the insanity that was there because of him. Now, she couldn't think about the murderous deeds or the evilness of the Sith. It was night, and she could only think of the man, the man that was beside her with the large member and the talented hands. She felt the need deep within her belly– down between her legs. It was aching, and as she laid there beside him, all she could think about was his lips upon her. She ached with pain knowing that it was not Vader that had last touched her, but Palo. It felt like Campton had invaded– infected her space. His lips had been the last to touch her, not Vader. She could remember Vader's lips upon her– how perfect they felt together and how delicious he had tasted.

She turned slowly in the bed, her eyes still shut but needing to at least smell the scent of the man beside her. She was half way turned to his side when his body smacked against her own, his hands rushing through her hair as he pulled her closer and smashed their lips together. Immediately, Padmé senses were overwhelmed. She could smell, taste, and feel him all together, pressed up against her in a deliciously sinful way. It was a hard and wicked kiss, but all too quick. As soon as it started it was over, Vader pulling back and leaving Padmé breathless.

"Goodnight, Senator." he whispered, but it was a command, not a statement. He was angry, but Padmé couldn't decipher the reason of why. She couldn't. Sleep was overtaking her too fast. She followed his orders, resting her head against the pillow with closed eyes, allowing peaceful sleep to finally overtake her.

But while Padmé sleep, and Vader rested beside her, on the far side of the galaxy, Obi-Wan remained awake. He paced the area of his chamber, waiting for the call that he hoped was coming. He had planned on not making contact with his and Senator Organa's personal spy until far later in time, but with the Rebellion on such an unsteady and crumbling foundation, he thought it best to receive at least one update. He had thought the very early would have been the best time for contact, but from the amount of time he had spent pacing the room, he feared for the worse.

That was, until his comlink began to sound. Almost instantly, the young Jedi breathed a sign of relief, pulling out the comlink and answering the call.

"There you are," he breathed. "We were starting to get worried."

"Sorry, Master Kenobi." Palo Campton replied. "I have been extremely busy… but you won't believe the information I have for you."

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