A/N An excerpt from an unfinished vampire!AU I was toying with months ago. Set in the early 1800's. The Jedi Order is a subdivision of the Church which hunts evil monsters and those Dark people who have fallen from the ways of God. Luke is the slave of a nameless priest who has spent seventeen some-odd years chasing one very powerful and incredibly elusive vampire. Believing that he has finally caught up to his prey, the priest and others, use Luke as blood bait in an attempt to catch their prey.

Blood

He was exhausted.

He'd been whipped within an inch of his life and left out in the hot sun all afternoon and into the evening. When the chains holding his arms taut above him head were loosened, he immediately collapsed to his knees, slamming his knees on the cobblestone below. The pain felt distant, as if it belong to someone else.

"Tell me your name."

Someone slapped his cheeks, trying to rouse him. Luke looked up weakly. The eyes staring into his own were a bright, deep gold color – with flecks of red throughout the iris. The face was pale but handsome, framed by long dark hair.

"Your name, boy." The voice spoke again and it was raspy and worn and sent a faint chill down his spine. And yet… somehow… it was also melodic. Beautiful, even.

Comforting.

"…Luke." He whispered, licking his dry lips. His head lulled to his shoulder, suddenly too heavy for him to hold up. The puddle of blood beneath him was getting larger. He could feel it still seeping out of the stripes on his back. The buzzing of flies was almost obnoxiously loud now. God, he was thirsty.

And… there was hand on his face. It was cold and terrible – it felt like what he imagined touching a corpse would be like. Luke wanted to pull away from it but didn't have the energy to try. He felt his face tilted this way and that, as if the vampire were perhaps inspecting his features.

Luke couldn't think of why what he looked like would matter to a bloodthirsty demon. It was more likely that it was just preparing to rip his throat out. Without even realizing it, he turned his neck a little so that the vampire could have easier access.

It seemed like the polite thing to do.

But the bite he expected (wanted) didn't come though.

"Your full name." Came that terrible, beautiful voice again. It sent shivers of warm pleasure through his dying body to hear it. "Tell me your full name."

His full name?

He couldn't understand why that would matter.

It had been years since he'd even said it out loud. Years since anyone had cared to ask.

But who was he to deny anyone anything? He was no one – a rat, unfit for God and useful only in the service of others – and his name, which had never meant anything to anyone, would surely prove that.

"S-skywalker." Luke forced out in a panting whisper. It felt like he'd been running for miles and miles and he couldn't catch his breath now. "Luke… S-skywalker."

He felt more than saw the vampire freeze in stunned surprise. Then there was a rustle of movement, almost as if the creature had dropped down closer to him.

"And your father?" It sounded... almost... soft.

Luke whimpered, feeling tears of stress and exhaustion slip down his cheeks. That voice was so wonderful… he wanted to die but it was impossible for him to ignore. "…Anakin." He breathed the name out like it was a prayer. He didn't recognize the moment when the hand in his hair slackened its grip abruptly. "Anakin… his n-name was… Anakin."

A/N I eventually might get around to finishing this AU one of these days. Vampire!AU's in this fandom fascinate the heck out of me.