The Sith & His Angel

saltyjedi12

Summary: Padmé Naberrie is a girl trapped in an arranged marriage forced by her parents. But her life quickly changes when a terrifying yet charming Sith lord sweeps her into a lavish world filled with secrets, passion, and power.

Rating: M (violence, sexual themes, strong language, mentions of child abuse/slavery)

Chapter Notes: N/A

Chap.3-Split POV

By the time our dinner has ended, the sun has slowly dipped down below the mountains, the Naboo dusk settling in. I breathe a sigh of relief, grateful to know that in a couple of hours this day will be over and I can go to bed. When we step outside, Palo's mother takes me into her arms and presses a kiss against my cheek, signaling that I've finally won her over. "It was lovely to see you, Padmé," She says, giving her son a quick hug. "You'll make a beautiful bride tomorrow and I look forward to the ceremony."

Her words sound genuine and for once I feel validation from a female figure in my life. "Thank you." I reply, but my stomach still tightens when I think of tomorrow. I'm getting married. Today is my last, official day of freedom and I spent it with Palo. Inside I despise him for taking that away from me, but I know I shouldn't.

A couple seconds later he takes my hand in his and we begin walking. I focus my eyes on the dark sky, letting the breeze wash against my cheeks. It's a calming feeling. I'm so lost in the weather and nature setting that I barely hear Palo's comm link chirp. When he lets go of my hand I unintentionally breathe a sigh of relief as he goes to answer it. He steps a few feet away from me and begins to talk in a hushed, frustrated tone.

As I stand there, I feel a pair of eyes on me once again, but the cold feeling I have gotten hasn't returned yet. I turn around, only to see nobody. You're loosing it, Padmé, I think, and bite my lip. I wait for Palo patiently, and the once refreshing breeze turns to a chilly whiplash against my bare arms. I shiver as Palo walks back over to me.

"There's an emergency with the Queen. I must report to her immediately," He mutters, and I cock my head in confusion. If there's one thing I know about this man, it's his hate for the queen. His eyes lock onto me, studying me, causing a shiver to run down my spine. "Padmé, you have to listen to what I'm about to tell you, do you understand?"

I'm almost surprised by his sudden warning tone, even though I shouldn't be. "Yes?"

He sighs, annoyed. "You must go and walk to the public library and I'll meet you there in about an hour or so. This is an emergency, normally I wouldn't go, and I don't trust you enough to be without me yet, but I have no choice," He eyes me wearily. "You are to walk there right now, no detours and no running, do you understand me?" I nod. "Good."

Turning around, Palo clears his throat and I hear his words behind me. "If you try to run or go somewhere else, believe me when I say you'll regret it. The outcome won't be pleasant, especially not for that pretty little face of yours."

I freeze. "I know, Palo."

"I have powerful friends. Don't be stupid and think I won't be alerted if you attempt to leave the planet."

Attempt to leave the planet? I'm baffled. How does he think I'd ever be able to pull that off? Besides, I've never been anywhere but Naboo. I wouldn't know how to act and I wouldn't know what to do if I angered someone I didn't know. I would probably be shot dead or captured and sold into slavery on Tatooine or Zygerria or some slave planet like that. I wince at the thought. "I understand. I'll be at the library."

I begin walking, and a couple seconds later I turn around, only to see Palo has left. I shudder from the sudden cold and begin walking, glad I didn't change into heels like my mother requested. I watch as the sky turns completely dark and I realize that I am alone in the nighttime.

Suddenly on edge, I begin to walk faster, quickly reaching the town square of Theed. The feeling that I'm being watched just won't go away, and I know I must truly be loosing my mind. I keep looking behind me for any people, but I see nothing. I truly am alone. Using that thought, I try to relax my mind, but it fails to work. Calm down, you're alone.

Taking a swift turn, I see the library a couple blocks away and I practically melt in relief. Slowing my pace down, I begin to walk through the dimly-lit street that leads me there. Palo's words and threats bang into my mind. They didn't seem lifeless, he definitely meant them. I've met the end of Palo's hand more than once, and it's something I'd not like to experience anymore.

When I reach the library's front steps, a sound behind me makes me stop.

My heart rate skyrockets and quickly I spin my head around. I exhale when I realize there's nobody behind me. "Thank the Force," I whisper softly under my breath. "I'm completely and utterly loosing my-"

A cold, metaled hand wraps around both my mouth and legs. Before I know it, I'm being lifted into the air by what feels like multiple people. I scream, but the sound is mute against the unknown being's hand. I'm taken into an alleyway and pushed up against a freezing brick wall as I continue to cry and attempt to yell for help. I begin to flail my limbs, resulting in my right leg smashing against what feels like a helmet, but I can't tell because of how dark it is in the alley.

In response, two hands grip my wrists tighter, resulting in me to cry out in pain at the feeling of my skin being split open my sharp metal. The harsh grip doesn't stop, and I feel something get injected into my neck. I continue to kick and move my arms, but a strange, foreign feeling of relaxation settles through my body, and suddenly my energy is gone.

Hushed, robotic sounds are all I hear as I daze off to blackness.

Anakin

The sun is slowly rising on Coruscant, but I've been up all night. I watch from my palace as the city below me springs to life, and a calm, secure feeling washes over me, mostly due to my hours of meditation. My eyes focus out through the window and towards the orange sky, it's precious dark color vanishing, signaling a new day.

For the first time in what feels like years, I'm nervous and doubting myself.

Kidnapping a woman is definitely not something I've ever had in mind for myself, but when you're in my position of power, when you find something you want, you take it. The past two weeks have been torture. The beautiful brown-haired woman hasn't left my mind once, she's completely and utterly taken over me and I can't figure out why. Even Sidious commented on my lack of focus and control.

And I refuse to allow that man to think of me as weak.

My hands clenched at my sides. When I received the background check I commanded, I learned a little bit about the woman. Padmé Naberrie. Just nineteen. Set up in an arranged marriage with the god-awful Nubian senator of all people. I encountered the man twice, and both times struggled to not cut off his oxygen flow with my bare hands.

When I was researching her I told myself her fate wasn't my problem. I told myself to ignore how uncomfortable she looked with the Senator's arm wrapped around her low waist in a picture on the holonet. I tried to ignore the look of despair and cry for help in her eyes when I first saw her in person. I tried to ignore the interestingly hand-shaped bruise on her cheek. But I couldn't. For the first time in years, I lost control.

So, I hired four of my best bounty hunters to go take her off the planet undetected. And it worked.

I'm not sure what I want from this woman. I know nothing about her, only that she is the first person I've ever actually saved. But I knew the only way to get her out of my head was to bring her here. If I left her on Naboo, then I know I would never be able to move on, to forget about the moment of weakness I had at the palace. Because Padmé Naberrie must know that I am anything but weak.

My comm link chirps.

"Lord Vader, we have the girl."

"Enter." I say instantly, sensing two troopers, Admiral Moretti, and the woman outside my door. She's not conscious. Fuck, she'll be terrified when she wakes up. I hoped that she would awaken from her state in the hospital she was admitted to, but I guess not.

As the door slides open, the Stormtroopers walk in carrying her on a cot, and my breath hitches at the sight of her. She's absolutely stunning, even passed out. I have a deep longing for her eyes to open so I can look into them. Those eyes of hers are definitely the direct window to her soul. She's wearing an oversized white hospital gown and wrists are wrapped in thick gauze. "What the hell is that?" I command, my tone clearly startling the troopers.

Admiral Moretti eyes her wrists. "That's how the doctor's gave her to us. They said she was injured in the struggle. She was bleeding, milord."

I curse the Bounty Hunters in my head. "I gave specific instructions for her to handled gently."

"Apparently she attempted to run and fight multiple times. She concussed one of the Bounty Hunters with a kick," he clears his throat, obviously uncomfortable. "They has to...tighten their grip to keep her still well they injected her with a needle."

The petite Padmé below me does not seem like a feisty, fiery person. I grit my teeth. "They'll regret that," I mutter, and then eye her again. "How long until she awakens?"

"The doctors said by this evening."

I nod, curtly, and bend down to gently scoop the woman into my arms. She weighs barely anything but its understandable due to her size. "You're excused." The Admiral nods and turns, the Stormtroopers following him out the door. Sighing, I give her yet another glance. Her chestnut hair is placed in a side braid and her rosy face still manages to look fresh.

Making sure to be quiet, I carry her through the living room to an empty bedroom. Moving the covers aside, I place her down with care, adjusting her arms to make sure they're leveled. Once I'm sure she's comfortable I step back, give her one final glance, and leave the room, not looking forward to the long day I'm about to face.

Padmé

A strange, dizzy feeling overtakes my head when I awake.

I keep my eyes closed and enjoy the silence that's around me. It must be the first time in years that I've awoken by myself, and not from my mother's screeches and demands. My stomach drops when I remember what today is. My wedding day. Palo. As of today, my life is officially over.

Groaning, I let out a yawn and sit up. The strange feeling behind my forehead has yet to go away. I've never felt such a weird ache before. It's so foreign and different.

When I open my eyes, I jump.

I'm not in the same bedroom that I've woken up in for the past nineteen years. I absorb my surroundings; dark red walls, white bed, hardly any decoration. There's a door that's open part-way, and inside of it I see the 'fresher. My eyes dart down to my body. I'm wearing a pure white gown and my wrists are wrapped in...gauze? My heart starts to pound. Where am I-

Then the memories begin.

The hand wrapped around my mouth, the unknown people dragging me into a nearby alleyway, slamming me against the brick wall so hard my head ached. They were talking, but I don't remember what they said. Me, screaming, kicking and flailing my arms. The needle in my neck and the strange feeling that surpassed over my body...

Palo is going to kill me.

My heart slams against my ribcage as I jump from the bed I'm in, stumbling for a moment but then quickly regaining my balance as I head for the door. It slides open, and I stand in awe at the room before me. Red walls, massive, silver chandeliers. It's practically dark, despite the small lights at each corner of the room. Dark, leather furniture sits a couple feet away from me, and the whole area smells of wood polish. There is a twenty-foot window that shows the night sky and thousands of twinkling buildings.

I'm not on Naboo.

Shaking, I take a step back as one thought enters my mind. I have to get out of here. Trying to push my anxiety away, I begin to run once again, having no idea where I'm going. I race through a door and enter a long, empty hallway with no windows. A cold chill races down my spine. This room almost resembles an asylum. My mother wouldn't put me here, would she? I think briefly. No, definitely not. She needs me to marry Palo.

Another unusual feeling races through my body, accompanied by more cold chills. What is going on with me? Shivering, I back away from the hallway slowly, and turn around, only to crash right into a tall, broad-shouldered figure.

Warm hands grip my shoulders gently, keeping me upright. My head shoots up, eyeing the figure before me. It's a man that I've never seen, and he stands over a foot taller than me, his body muscled and firm. He's wearing a black tunic and matching pants that make his shockingly blue eyes stand out. His skin is a warm tan that matches his sandy blonde hair, and he has a jawline that's so sharp I'm afraid I would cut my finger on it. A faded scar slashes over his right eye, adding to his good looks. The stranger cocks his head, hair sweeping over the side of his face. "Hey, now," He says, his voice dark and flat. "Where are you off to in such a hurry?"

"You have to help me." I sputter, and he raises an eyebrow in...amusement? "I don't know where I am. I'm from Naboo. Theed. Where am I now?"

The man eyes me. "You don't have to be afraid, milady. You're safe." His words practically make me freeze. What am I doing? I have no idea who this person is. Forcefully, I tear away from his grip and take a step back. His face remains still. As I study him wearily, something catches my eye-clipped to his belt is a metal, black object that I feel as though I've seen it before. Then it clicks.

"Are you a...Jedi?" I ask, and watch as his face falls. I shudder for what seems like the millionth time today. I thought all the Jedi were dead after the purge happened...and that was thirty years ago, and this man looks too young to be in his thirties. "Who are you and why am I here?" I say, trying my best to be firm but failing miserably.

"I am not a Jedi." He says, voice almost like ice, answering my previous question. "But you're quite punctilious, aren't you?" His words make me uncomfortable, and I take another step back. He notices this. "You don't need to be afraid of me."

Why would he ever tell me that? I have no idea who he is or where I am, so why shouldn't I fear him? "What planet am I on?" I repeat, ignoring his comment. "Something happened to me last night...I was brought here." My voice is a stutter. "I don't know what I've done, but you have to take me back home. Please. My fiancé is going to be angry with me." At the mention of Palo, my eyes drift to my hand, where my engagement ring has completely vanished. When Palo and my mother find out I've lost it, I'm as good as dead. "Who are you? What do you want?" I say, louder this time, my blood beginning to pump with adrenaline.

The man remains still, tall and intimidating. "We've met before." He says, and I stand frozen in confusion. Met before? I have never seen this person in my life.

"You're mistaken," Is all I manage to reply with. "I've never met you. You have me confused with someone else." I need to watch the sharp edge in my voice. I don't want to offend this person or make him angry. I just want to get out of here. "Who are you?" I ask, my voice softer this time, and I watch as he sucks in his breath.

"We met once before. On Naboo." He says, voice deep and serious. "You were hurt. You had gotten shot in your leg-"

"You're Darth Vader?" The words seem to fall from my mouth without any control. The blood flowing through my veins seems to stop and I'm instantly on edge. I'm standing face-to-face with the devil himself once again. How do I keep ending up in this situation? Why? "What do you want from me?" My attempts at being firm and confident are out the window, and I'm back to being meek again.

His blue eyes are calm. He can't be Darth Vader. His eyes are yellow.

"It's a long story, Milady."

End of Chapter Three

Author's Note: End of chapter three. If you enjoyed leave a review! Message me with any questions.