Once we reached my apartment, he walked me up to the door.

"Would you like to come inside for a drink? Or something?" I asked pleasantly.

After I said this, I realized my mistake. I knew if he walked into my apartment, he would quickly discover who I really was.

"No," Anakin responded. "I must get back to the Jedi Temple. My Master will be searching for me. Especially after the catastrophe that was this evening."

I looked down, trying to hide my sense of dodging a blaster. "I understand."

He bowed and turned to leave.

"Anakin!" I shouted.

He looked back, pulling his hood over his head.

"Will I see you again?" I asked.

"Perhaps."

In fact, we did start seeing each other quite often. For months and months, whenever he had free time, he would accompany me at the bar I worked in and we would talk for hours and hours. In those times, we were the only people in the world. There was no Light Side or Dark Side. No Jedi or Sith. No Peace or War. Just two people having conversation. The subtle flirts he would make towards me during these latter conversations would make my head spin. I was crazy for him. And I felt he was starting to fall for me too. All the while, however, I could not forget my mission. We often spoke of the Jedi and how cruel they were to Anakin—further instilling this crazy idea that perhaps the Sith weren't as bad as the Jedi had made them out to be.

Finally, one day, he admitted his feelings for me.

"Tyla, you're the only one who understands. The only one that truly cares. I can't imagine a life were I never met you. Your presence is so engrained in my head, just thinking of you, simply being around you—I can't breathe. I know as a Jedi it's impossible to have these feelings. Maybe I'm not the Jedi I should be. I know now that I can't live without you. I'm entranced by you. Obsessed with you. I need you. I can't lose you like I lost my Mother. I want to become the strongest Jedi to ever live so I can prevent anything bad from happening to you."

I placed my hand on his.

"Anakin, I'm not going anywhere. You don't need to worry about me."

"But I do worry. I have dreams where you are killed and I awake in a cold sweat worrying myself sick over you. I've had to train myself to find your presence within the Force to assure myself you're still sleeping soundly and aren't in any pain."

"That's the thing. They're only dreams. Once you feel safe and in control, those dreams won't happen anymore."

"I don't want to take that chance. I feel like I'm putting you in danger every moment I'm not there to protect you. Life is such a fragile and fleeting thing—you could be gone in an instant. I need to know you're alright."

"Why don't you stay with me tonight?" I asked after a few moments of silence. I really didn't know what else to say or how else to comfort him. He looked as if he was half hoping I was going to say what I did and half hoping I was going to tell him to fuck off.

"I—I don't know." The struggle within him was apparent as his eyes shifted from one side to the other.

"Anakin, for once—please. Please just indulge your senses and enjoy your life the way you want to. Don't let the Jedi control you anymore. Be your own person. Don't you want me?"

He seemed surprised and moved his hand away from mine. Had I been to forward?

"What did you say?" he asked.

"Let's take this outside. I'm going to ask for the rest of the night off. Meet me outside by your speeder."

After about five minutes and an easy conversation (thanks to Force persuasion) with my boss, we met back outside. He was leaned up against his speeder looking up at the night sky. It was starting to rain.

"Anakin."

He focused his attention back to me and handed me his cloak, which I quickly wrapped up in to cover myself from the rain.

I selfishly eyed his body. Without his cloak, his clothes were much more form fitting and I was immediately taken off guard by how in shape he was. Looking at him like that, with the rain soaking his clothes and hair made me decide that I wanted him. Badly. It was no wonder as to why Father wanted him as his apprentice so horribly. Anakin was a perfect specimen of a man. Physically, none were superior. Mentally, he was a pleasantly perfect combination of gullible, hot-headed, and open-minded to the ways of the Dark Side. I personally had never seen him fight, but Father had told me that he was to surely by the strongest, most powerful Sith to ever live. That is, if he'd join us. To be completely honest, this idea of absolute power and domination turned me on unlike anything ever before. He was so naïve in the ways of women and I desperately wanted to be his teacher.

"Anakin, come home with me." I said, meeting his intense gaze. "We're getting soaked."

It was a battle of the minds, for sure, but eventually his will broke.

While we were flying, I used my comlink to quietly notify my Father that Anakin would be in my apartment and to come at once for his initiation.

Once we walked inside my apartment, he stiffened. I didn't bother to turn on any lights. The only source of light came from the warm glow of my fireplace.

I walked around behind him and placed my hand on his shoulder blade.

"Anakin, I know you sense it. I felt a disturbance in the Force as soon as you walked in. I know you aren't so ignorant to ignore what the Force is whispering to you about me."

"I need to go." He breathed.

"But you don't want to. I can sense it. You're curious about the Dark Side. About Death. About Passion…" I moved my hand down to his waist. "About me."

"I—I can't…You're a…"

"What is it?" I asked furiously.

He turned to face me, his blue lightsaber illuminating the space between us, causing the anger swelling up in his face all the more noticeable.