AN: Someone commented that these one-shots feel more like they belong to larger stories, and that's kind-of correct. At least some of these, like the following, are more snippets of ideas that I had and currently have no plans to do more with. Some will be more proper one-shots.

Born a Sith

Summary: A Vampire AU that nobody asked for and yet here we are.
Fourteen year old Luke is a Sith (a vampire), though he doesn't want to be one. He's always been told by his father, Darth Vader, he was born a Sith. Then he meets a princess who tells him that not how Sith usually come about.

Luke's favorite spot in the castle was the observatory. It was located at the top of one of the many towers. A large telescope was pointed at the sky. However, since the sky was always dark and overcast, Luke had never been able to see the stars through it. But the room was still beautiful. The floor was made of a swirling blue marble with silver lines that created a star map. The teenager loved to sit and trace the lines of the constellations.

The fourteen year old sat with his knees to his chests. He wore all black clothes, which made him easily blend in with the black stones of the castle. He brushed a piece of blonde hair from his face when a sudden sharp wind blew through the open room. The screeches of dragons could be heard in the distance.

Luke, a deep voice called inside Luke's mind.

Luke huffed, ignoring his father's call. He uncurled himself from the floor. The room had no windows or closed walls. Just open archways to the sky. Luke approached the railing and looked across Star Destroyer Castle. It was a massive complex built on top of a low craggy mountain. It got its name from the many sharp point spires and towers. As if the castle would destroy the stars.

Loud screeches filled the air as a flock of TIE dragons whipped through the spires. Luke turned his attention past the wall of the castle into the sharp rocky mountains. Eventually he spotted the huge lumbering form of an AT-AT, a massive shelled monster with two pinchers set on either side of its face. The creatures were huge but slow, yet what made them fearsome was the acid they could shoot.

Everywhere around the castle were the creatures of the dark side. Twisted and monstrous. The lands around the castle had been burned and twisted by the dark magics. The stones of the castle had turned black long ago. There were still places, like the observatory, that gave a hint of what the castle had been like before. Before the rise of the Dark Empire.

Luke. This time the voice was harder. Sterner.

With a sigh Luke pushed off the railing and made for the spiraling stairway. He could only ignore his father for so long. He made his way through the castle silently. He knew this part of the castle very well. Luke saw nothing else moving through the empty, quiet, and dark halls.

He found his father in a large sitting room with large floor-to-ceiling windows that were draped in heavy purple curtains. The curtains were pulled aside. Gray light filtered in from the overcast skies. Lord Vader stood in front of the window. He was massive and tall. He was still in his armor and mask. His breathing was loud and harsh. Luke silently walked into the room and kneeled on one knee next to his father.

Silence stretched between them. Luke felt the cold icy tendrils of the Force reach out from his father and wrap around Luke. When he had first come here seven years ago, Luke had no clue what his father was doing. The icy invisible tendrils had scared him and caused him to tremble. Now Luke knew his father was simply checking on him. Making sure the boy was fine.

There was a nudge in the Force, and Luke rose from his feet. His father had turned to look at his son. He held out his arm, and Luke slowly walked forward. He knew what was expected of him. Defying Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith, was not a wise course of action. Luke knew from a multitude of experience. He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to be a Sith. When he was brought here as a seven year old boy, he had fought as much as he could. He had tried to escape. Defied and disobeyed Vader over and over again. But each time Vader would win. He would get what he wanted out of Luke one way or another.

Luke walked up to Vader's outstretched arm and grabbed the black magic-enhanced metal of the armor. His fingers knew the way to the hidden straps that would loosen the braces. Slowly Luke helped his father out from his famous black armor. Luke gently placed each piece on a nearby table. He folded up his father's thick black cloak. Lastly Luke waited as his father took off the black helmet and the black skull mask. Luke placed both on the table and then returned to his father side.

Vader reattached his saber hilt to his belt, but then he looked over at his fourteen year old son with burning yellow eyes of a Sith. Very few people laid eyes on Darth Vader without his infamous armor on. He wore all black clothing including black leather gloves and boots. His long wavy dark blonde hair was brushed back into a loose ponytail. A scar ran on the right side of his face which cut close to his eye. Another scar ran across his left cheek.

"When was the last time you ate?" Vader asked. His voice was always deep, dark, and demanding.

"Two days ago," Luke replied softly. There would be no point in lying. Vader would be able to tell. Luke could feel his father's annoyance and dissatisfaction in the Force.

"Come," was all Vader said as he turned and stalked out of the room. Luke followed directly behind him. Luke had to keep a brisk pace to keep up with the long legs of his father. Vader didn't like if Luke fell behind. Luke either kept pace with Vader, or Vader would drag Luke.

They entered a large hall. Five stormtroopers waited at the far end. Three humans stood in front of the troopers. They were pushed to their knees as Lord Vader entered. The troopers saluted as Vader neared. The stormtroopers were dressed in their fearsome bone amour and white skull masks. The bones came from the dreaded dark side beasts like the AT-AT and the TIE dragons.

"Dismissed," Vader said and the five troopers promptly left leaving the three kneeling humans.

Vader wasted no time. He marched over to the human on the right. It was a middle aged man with long brown hair. Vader grabbed the hair and sharply pulled the man's head. The human's neck was fully displayed. Vader looked up at Luke.

"Eat," Vader ordered.

Luke closed his eyes as he took a deep steadying breath. He hated this. He hated this. He hated this. But it was too late for Luke. He had lost his humanity seven years ago when his father had found him. He opened his yellow eyes and slowly walked forward. He could feel his fangs growing longer. He became acutely aware of the blood flowing through the human. He could hear the human's heartbeat. Smell the human's blood.

He stepped up to the man and placed one hand on the man's chin and the other on the shoulder. He leaned in and stabbed his fangs into the man's neck. Instantly sweet blood rushed into Luke's mouth. He drank and drank and drank. Force, he was hungry. He hated to admit it, because he hated having to drink blood to live.

When Vader wasn't there to supervise Luke's meals, Luke was a lot better at self control. He would only drink enough to sate his hunger. The human would still be alive in the end. But it meant Luke quickly got hungry again. When Vader was watching, he would not allow Luke to eat so little, so Luke didn't hold back. He drank the human dry.

Luke stepped back. The human's skin had turned pale and white and now looked sunken in. Vader let go of the man's hair. The man crashed to the floor dead. Luke could sense his father's satisfaction in him. Vader moved to the second human. A female with curly hair. Again Vader grabbed the woman's hair to display her throat.

"Eat," Vader ordered again. Luke opened his mouth to argue. He was going to say he was full, but he knew it was lie. Vader knew that as well. There was no point in lying. No point in arguing. This woman's fate was already decided. Luke would drink her blood, willingly or not. Vader would see to it personally.

So again Luke drank the blood. He didn't drink her dry. He became full and stepped away. He could sense his father's icy tendrils of the dark side examining Luke. Satisfied, they withdrew. Vader open his mouth, his fangs long and sharp. He pulled the woman off the floor by her hair. Vader viciously bit into the woman. Luke resisted flinching at the crunching sound of Vader snapping some of the neck bones.

Vader quickly finished the woman and threw her to the ground. He took two large steps to the last human and pulled the man up. He bit into the man's neck without hesitation. Vader finished his meal quickly and again threw the human to the ground without a care. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve as he walked over to his son.

"Luke," he said. "You must let go of whatever shreds of your humanity you still think you have. Fully open yourself up to the Dark Side. It will get better. Easier. It doesn't have to always be a fight."

"I don't want to be a Sith," Luke said softly. He was staring down at the ground. He heard his father sighing. They were words Luke had said to his father when the two had met seven years ago. A gloved hand came under Luke's chin and gently brought his head up. Luke's yellow eyes met his father's yellow eyes.

"Foolish child," Vader said softly. "You already are a Sith. You were born a Sith." Luke said nothing. What Vader said was true. "Walk with me," Vader said as he clasped his hands behind his back. Luke came in step beside his father. Vader walked a slower pace that allowed Luke to comfortably walk beside his father.

"There are guests here at the castle," Vader said. Luke snapped his head up at his father.

"Guests?" Luke asked.

He wasn't sure what his father meant by guests. His father didn't have guests. People didn't come to this castle as guests. At least not to this part of it. The west portion of the castle was completely dedicated to his father's job as Supreme Commander of the Dark Empire's Military. Guests came to that part of the castle. Generals, admirals, soldiers.

But Luke was not allowed in the west part of the castle and no one was allowed in the east part. It was just Luke, Vader, the few servants, and the guards in the east part. The guards didn't just keep unwanted visitors out, but also kept Luke in. Vader granted the guards to use whatever force was necessary to keep Luke from leaving.

"Yes, guests. They will be quartered in the Lakeview Wing," Vader explained.

It was a self-contained wing. It had its own set of rooms and a small kitchen. It was the most south-eastern portion of the castle. It sat right at the edge of a small lake. Luke assumed it must have looked nice before the taint of the dark side turned the waters inky and black.

"You are not to go near that wing. You are not to interact with these guests," Vader paused and he turned to face his son. "Am I clear?"

"Yes father," Luke replied.

Luke wasn't sure what or who his father's guests would be, but he had not expected the teenage girl staring at Luke. She was about the same height as Luke. She wore a white dress with flowing sleeves. Her brown hair was braided into a bun. Her hands were on her hips as her brown eyes bore down on Luke.

Luke had obeyed his father's order for a week. He hadn't approached the Lakeview Wing, but he had gotten a good look at it. Warm lights shone from the windows at night. Shadows were seen moving through the rooms. If Luke got closer he could smell things. Mostly food. The warm flakey smell of bread, of stew, or frying meat. Smells Luke hadn't smelled in seven years.

A week after the guests had arrived, Lord Vader left for Imperial Center, the capital of the Dark Empire. He flew on his personal TIE dragon, which was much larger and faster than all the rest. Vader's departure meant he would be gone for a few days. Luke couldn't contain his curiosity any more. Sneaking into the wing did give Luke pause, but in the end his curiosity won out. He hadn't planned on actually meeting any of the guests, lest they report back to his father.

Luke had found himself in a sitting room. Some of the furniture had white sheets covering it, protecting it from the dust. Some of it was exposed. Layers of dust and spiderwebs covered much of the furniture. The paint was peeling in a few places on the walls. Holes were seen in the fabrics of the curtains and cushions. Luke had been distracted by a tarnished painting on the wall of a beautiful woman. He hair was done up in a elaborate style and she wore white makeup covering her whole face. As he had moved to get a closer look, he had knocked over a small table. Now he was crouched on the floor with this girl glaring at him.

"Who are you?" she asked.

Luke stood up leaving the fallen table on the floor. "Who are you?" Luke asked back.

"I am Princess Leia Organa of Alderaan," she said. There was a strong sense of confidence in her words and a bit of arrogance.

It was weird to have someone talking to him like this. The only person Luke had talked to in years had been his father. While the servants may have talked to him, they didn't hold conversations. They only said what was necessary. Leia was looking Luke over. He wore all black clothing. A long sleeve shirt with a button-up collar, long pants, and soft leather boots.

"Your eyes!" she said. Luke at once glanced down at the floor as he felt himself blush. "You're. . . you're a Sith!"

Luke meekly looked up at her. He knew his yellow eyes gave him away, and she had already seen them. Again she seemed to assessing him. She frowned and crossed her arms.

"You don't look much like a Sith to me," she said unimpressed.

"Sorry," Luke grumbled at her. "Not like I asked to be one."

"Of course you did," she responded. "How else did you become a Sith?"

"I was born a Sith," Luke explained. Leia paused. She tilted her head.

"You can't be born a Sith," she said. "That's impossible."

"Well it's not," Luke said defensively. "My father is a Sith, and so I'm a Sith."

Leia took a step closer and leaned in towards Luke. "Is your father Darth Vader?" There was a clear note of interest in her voice. She was fascinated. Shouldn't she be scared? Disgusted? Luke opened his mouth to answer, but then shut it. "He is, isn't he?" Leia prodded when Luke didn't respond. "So is that the lie he told you? That you were born a Sith?"

"He didn't lie!" Luke snapped at her. Luke would have known. He would sensed his father's lie. Plus his father never lied.

Leia straightened up and gave Luke a look of pity. Luke hated it. His canine teeth ached. They wanted to grow into fangs. His anger was growing. He couldn't lose himself here.

"I never thought Lord Vader would take on some kid as his apprentice," Leia said. "Surely there were better options."

"I'm his son, not his apprentice," Luke said in a dark voice. Or at least as dark as he could make it, which clearly did not intimidate this girl.

"I've never heard of such a thing," Leia continued unphased. "I've never heard of a Sith so young as you either. Were you even aware of what you were doing when you pledged yourself?"

"What?" Luke asked.

"When you took your oath to the darkness?" she said. "That's how one usually becomes a Sith. You have to choose to be a Sith. Choose to fall to the Dark Side, and then you pledge yourself to it. You just aren't born into it."

"I . . ." Luke stuttered. He had never heard about this before. He had to pledge himself to the Dark Side? Hadn't his father always just said to simply accept the Dark Side? It was already apart of Luke. "I've never made any pledge," he finally said. That was the truth. He was sure he would recall that, for he was sure he wouldn't pledge himself.

"Really?" Leia asked. "So how are you a Sith? Is there another way to be a Sith?"

"I told you," he said getting annoyed. "I was born one."

"Interesting," Leia said. "So you've always been like this? Since you were a baby? Yellow eyes? Drinking blood? You do drink blood right?"

Luke was quiet. A coldness had washed over him. He turned his attention towards the window. Gray light came through. Dust particles danced in the light beams. Without looking back at her, Luke replied softly in almost whisper. "No," he said.

"No?"

Luke sighed. He was getting a headache. He should leave before the guards found him. That would be a true headache. They were not kind whenever they found Luke someplace he wasn't supposed to be. Neither would his father's punishment when he found out Luke had disobeyed him.

"No," Luke barked back her. "No I was not always like this."

"So you did decide to become a Sith," Leia said.

"No!" Luke shouted. "I never wanted to be a Sith! But I had no choice! My father is Darth Vader, a Sith! I was born a Sith too!"

"But you said you weren't always like this?" she pushed. "I'm just trying to make sense of it. How could you say you were born a Sith and at the same time say you weren't always like a Sith? It makes no sense."

Luke dug his hands in his blonde hair. "I don't have to explain myself to you! You don't understand anything!" Luke marched passed her towards the open door. It was time to leave. Time to sneak back out of this part of the castle and back into his part. Away from her. Yet Leia grabbed his sleeve.

"No! Wait! Please!"

Luke turned to look back at her. Her brown eyes were big and round and pleading.

"I'm sorry," she said a bit uncomfortably. It felt unnatural, as if she wasn't used to having to apologize. "I . . ." She let go of Luke's sleeve and looked at the ground. "They also said I was born a Sith."

Luke took a small step back. What? How? She didn't look up at him. She simply turned and made her way through the room leaving a trail of footprints in the dust on the floor. She stopped and looked out the window.

"It's why I know so much about how one becomes a Sith," Leia explained. "I was told three years ago by my parents that . . . that . . . one day I might become a Sith. They just don't know."

"Your parents weren't Sith?" Luke asked.

"I was adopted," Leia explained. "I don't know who my birth parents are, but I know that my birth father was a Sith. When I was adopted they thought I was normal. It's never been heard of before, you know? To be born a Sith. You have to choose to be one. Usually when you're older. Yet the sun always hurt my skin. Holy water burned me . . ."

Luke's heart plunged into his chest. He knew this all too well. The memories of his childhood before . . . before his father had found him were bubbling up to the surface. He knew what it was like. He knew the burning sensation direct sunlight caused to his skin. How holy water caused him to scream and writhe in pain. How he could see in the dark much better than everyone else.

"I had a Jedi teacher," Leia continued. "My parents thought if I was raised up in the Light Side, the Dark Side could be chased away . . ."

"Is that why you're here?" Luke asked softly. "To become a Sith?"

"No," Leia sighed. "Lord Vader doesn't know anything. My parents were very adamant I not let him know anything about my birth parents." She paused as she looked over at him. Her brown eyes seeking his yellow ones. "You won't tell him?"

"No," Luke said. Or at least he wouldn't outright tell his father. If his father directly asked him . . . well there was no point in lying to Darth Vader. But he didn't need to let Leia know that.

"I was sent here as a political hostage," Leia grumbled. "The Emperor thought my father was getting too out-of-line. He had too strong of anti-Imperial ideals. So the Emperor said I would stay here to remind my father of his proper place in the Empire."

Luke didn't know how to respond that. Though he did see why his father allowed guests in his castle if it wasn't even his father's choice, but the Emperor's.

"So how did you change?" Leia asked. "How did you become a Sith like you are now? I assume you were like me once."

"Are you sure you want to hear this?" Luke asked as he started walking through the room towards her. "It's not a . . . It's not a happy story." He stopped as he stood besides her. She gently grabbed the wrist of his hand. She felt warm. Human. He could sense the blood rushing through her.

"I'm sure," she said. There was no hesitation in her words or eyes. She looked at Luke with hard determined eyes.

Luke was seven years old. He was small for his age, something the other initiates liked to point out. It wasn't the only thing he was teased about. Luke was different. The Jedi masters treated him differently. There were certain things Luke wasn't allowed to do. Certain things only he was allowed to do. The other initiates and even the padawans didn't like this.

Luke sighed as he pulled at his light tan tunic. Even now he was being treated differently. He walked up to the window and looked outside. A few of the Jedi masters and knights had taken the rest of the younglings out. Luke couldn't see them from his window. All he saw were the golden dunes of the Western Dune Sea of the Tatooine Desert. It stretched endlessly into the horizon. The Jedi Temple Luke lived in was built into the side of a cliff wall, right at the edge of the Jundland Wastes.

Luckily the tall cliff wall provided plenty of shade and shadow, which Luke was thankful for. He didn't like the sun. The sun, which was so strong in the desert, hurt him. The other younglings liked to tease him about it. They would stick their hands in a direct beam of sunlight coming in through a window carved from the stone of the building. They would start to pretend their arm hurt them. The others would all laugh.

The Jedi said Luke was just allergic to the sun. It was natural. He wasn't the only one to have such allergies, though it was quite rare. As such Luke wasn't brought on any lessons or trainings that took place outside during the day. There were a few lessons that took place in the shadowed depths of the canyons of the Jundland Wastes or at night. Luke loved those lessons. He loved the night. A few times Luke had crawled through a window and out into the cold sands. The cold never bothered him. He would sit against the wall of the temple and stare at the stars. They stretched endlessly and brightly in the desert sky.

Since Luke couldn't attend today's lesson, he was given barn duty. The barn was carved into the cliff wall like the temple was. They were connected via a carved out tunnel, which meant Luke didn't have to be in the sunlight. Large windows were carved into the stone, letting the light come in though luckily no direct light. The sun was now behind the cliff putting the temple in shadow.

Large stalls made of wood lined the left side of the barn. Each stall had a door carved out of the stone and a wooden door. Work benches and tables lined the right side along with hooks and shelves filled with harnesses and saddles.

Luke set about cleaning up the old dirty hay from the stalls and putting out fresh hay. Luke liked the barn. It was probably his favorite place, especially at times like this. The Jedi masters and knights were all busy and Luke was left alone with the animals.

The barn was filled with many animals. There were two large banthas, one dewback, and a mated pair of jerbas with their calf. The barn also had three eopies, but they were kept in the back and separate from everything else as they didn't get along with any of the other creatures. The barn also had a small hutch of raivor lizards which the Jedi raised for meat and hides.

Though Luke's favorite animal were the chickens. They weren't native to the Tatooine deserts. The Jedi masters said they came from a country called Takodana. A place filled with lakes of water and green forests. Luke loved the chickens. They were much kinder than than the raivor lizards. Plus they had soft feathers. The chickens had come to like Luke, at least that's what Luke thought. He could pick up a few and hold them for a small while.

Luke found himself in the chicken pen after he had finished cleaning out the hay. He had just collected the eggs from the nests. He gently carried the basket of eggs out of the pen and placed it on a bench in the barn. Next he would feed the chickens, but something caught his eye. He turned and saw a tall dark form standing on the other end of the barn. Shadows clung to it. There was a harsh breathing sound, which Luke only noticed now, coming from the figure.

Luke took a small step back. Fear had instantly washed over him upon seeing this darkness. Again Luke stepped away from this darkness. The animals had gotten quiet. The barn was oddly silent. There wasn't even the clucking from the chickens. The darkened form stepped forward. Luke glanced wildy from side to side. How could he get away? The way back to the temple via the tunnel was behind the shadowed figured. There were the stall doors that lead outside . . . into the sun. Luke glanced uneasily at the doors. He would have to act soon. The form was quickly approaching Luke.

"Don't," came a dark deep voice. There was a sense of power in those words. It seemed to reverberate inside of Luke. In his bones. "You can not run from me, boy."

The shadows seemed to give way as the creature came closer. Luke noticed it was a man. A tall towering man dressed in black armor. He wore a black skull mask under a black helmet. Luke noticed the saber sword attached to the man's waist. It looked just like the Jedi sabers, but this man was no Jedi. Luke recognized the bone mask. All the initiates had seen the drawings. The Jedi Masters often preached about these creatures. The Sith. The dark lords of the Dark Side of the Force, the opposite of the Light Side which the Jedi served.

Luke took another step back, but he stumbled and fell. He should get up. He should move. Run. Go get the masters or a knight. Go get anyone. The Sith now stood only a few paces away. His terrible breathing filled the barn. It was the only sound Luke could hear except for his beating heart. A coldness had crept into the barn, and Luke shivered slightly.

The Sith's hand raised up and slowly took off his black helmet and then his black skull mask. Luke was surprised to see a very normal looking man underneath. He had long curled dark blond hair. There was a scar above his right eye and another scar across his left cheek. But he wasn't a normal man. Luke knew from the golden yellow eyes. The eyes of a blood-drinking Sith.

The Sith slowly kneeled to the ground in front of Luke. He placed his helmet and mask on the ground next to him. Luke noticed the breathing sound had stopped. The Sith was looking at Luke intently. Assessing him. Examining him. Luke shivered again.

"You are . . . Luke," the Sith said. Luke dared not say anything. He dared not even move. The Sith let out a small breath and then . . . he smiled. Luke didn't think the expression fit on this man's face. "My Luke," he said softly and affectionately. "It was the name she wanted. You look so much like her."

An odd tense silence filled the air. Luke felt frozen. His body felt like it was under pressure, as if at a moment's notice his body would jump up and spring forward. The Sith edged a bit closer, and Luke let a small whine of fear.

"Luke," the Sith said softly and quietly. "Come." He opened his arms to Luke as if inviting Luke to him.

"You're-you're a Sith!" Luke finally said.

"Yes," the Sith replied with a laugh. He seemed amused. "As you are too, little one."

"No-no!" Luke croaked. "I'm a Jedi!"

"You are anything but a Jedi," the Sith said harshly. "You are my son."

"No. No. That's not true! That's impossible!" Luke cried. It wasn't true. It couldn't be true. Luke was an orphan adopted by the Temple. He was going to be a Jedi.

"Search your feelings, young one. You know what I say is true."

Luke scooted further away from the man. He bumped into one of the work tables in the barn. Several items clattered on the table and rolled off to the floor. Luke eyed the training saber swords that had fallen to the floor. They had been brought into the barn to be cleaned. Luke desperately reached out and grabbed one. He pulled the sheath from the sword. The white metal blade started to glow blue.

"Put down that saber, child," the Sith growled.

Luke unsteadily got to his feet. He was trembling. He was scared, but he had to do this. The Sith were bad! Luke held the blade out in front of him and pointed it at the Sith. The Sith just looked annoyed. He slowly stood to his full towering height. He looked down at Luke and then pulled free his saber hilt from his belt. There was no sheath nor blade, yet suddenly a sword made of red light erupted from the hilt.

This man was a true master. A true Sith lord. Only Jedi masters could produce a true lightsaber blade. Luke's training sword had been dipped in holy water. When channeling the Force into the sword it made it glow, but as one mastered the Force eventually the water and the even the metal blade were no longer necessary.

"Do you really wish to duel me, young one?" the Sith asked. The glow of his red blade was much stronger than the dull light of Luke's blue sword. The barn was casted in the eerie red light. Luke didn't drop his sword or his stance. He just stared at the Sith. "You truly are my child," the Sith said with a smile.

In an instant it was all over. The fight had never even started. Luke was slammed to the ground. The air pushed out of him. He stared wide eyed at the stone ceiling of the barn. His mind swam in dizzying circles. He blinked a few times clearing the spots from his eyes. Luke laid on the ground flat on his back. The Sith crouched over him. A heavy knee was pressed against Luke's stomach. Luke's training blade was stretched across his chest. A large and heavy hand grasped Luke's hand that held the sword handle. The Sith's red sword was gone.

The Sith stared down at Luke. Luke noticed that the Sith's yellow eyes had a red ring around them. The Sith's free hand came to up to Luke's face and gently brushed the hair from Luke's face. Then the Sith's eyes traveled down to the blue sword. His hand tightened on Luke's and started to push the hand down. The blade grew closer to Luke. Luke wiggled and squirmed, but the Sith had him pinned down.

"Why do you fear this blade?" the Sith asked in a calm tone. He pushed the blade down some more. Luke could feel the metal sitting right on the cloth of his tunic. Luke whimpered as again he tried to wiggle away, but this time his thrashing was much more subdued. Much more careful. "A Jedi shouldn't fear this blade, a mere training sword. It has only been coated in Holy Water, which causes no harm . . . except to those of the Dark Side. Luke, you are my son. You were born a Sith."

"I don't want to be a Sith," Luke cried.

"You cannot fight this," the Sith replied softly. "It is your destiny."

"No! I'm not a Sith! I'm a Jedi!"

"Then this won't hurt," the Sith said as he pushed the blade of the sword against Luke.

The top part of the blade touched Luke's collarbone and lower neck. At once a scream tore out of Luke as pain tore into the boy like lightning. Then the pressure was gone. The blade was gone. Luke heard it clatter to the ground as the Sith threw it to the side. The Sith slipped his armored arms under Luke and carefully picked the boy. He gently cradled the boy in his arms and to his chest. Tears had formed into Luke's eyes as he still fought back the burning sting of where the blade had touched his skin.

"Luke," the Sith said softly. "My little Luke. As you see you are a Sith. You were born one. The Jedi have lied to you."

"No," Luke cried weakly.

"It's time to accept your destiny," the Sith said. Through Luke's tear-stained version he saw the Sith open his mouth. His saw the fangs grow longer and pointed.

"No. No. No," Luke pleaded. His voice was weak and hoarse.

The Sith tightened his hold on the little boy. The Sith leaned over, his mouth open wide. Luke felt the two sharp fangs against his neck. For a brief second Luke thought perhaps this man, this Sith, this person who claimed to be Luke's father, wouldn't bite him. But then the fangs pushed into him slowly. It hurt, but not as bad as the sword had moments ago. Luke could feel the warmth of blood trickling down his neck.

Then he felt the cold grow from fangs in his neck. The cold grew colder and colder until it started to hurt. It started to burn. A cold burning that tore through Luke's veins. He started to scream. His whole body writhed in pain, but the Sith kept his tight grip on the boy. Luke thrashed and pushed at the Sith. The pain was all over his body. Each nerve was screaming. His body started to slow down as he grew sluggish. His eyes grew heavy. His screaming stopped as his breaths grew long and deep. Slowly his eyes shut, and Luke fell into the darkness.

Luke felt cold. Colder than he had ever felt before. He felt like stone. Heavy. Unmovable. Cold. He slowly opened his eyes, but even do that simple task was hard. It took a while for his eyes to even focus. When they did, he saw a high vaulted ceiling. It wasn't the rough carved ceiling of the barn. He knew this ceiling. This was the ceiling of the sanctuary inside the temple. The most holy spot where the Jedi sat to meditate and connect with the Force.

Then a shadow fell over Luke. The blurry black shape slowly came into Focus. It was the Sith. He was wearing his black skull mask and helmet. He looked down at Luke for a short moment, before he dragged something into Luke's view. The Sith was holding one of the Jedi master's by the throat. The Jedi's tan and brown robes were torn and tattered. A large bruise was on the master's face.

Luke tried to move. Tried to open his mouth. Tried to do anything he could to communicate to the master, but he couldn't. His body was too cold. Too heavy. But Luke did feel his eyes widen as he watched the Sith take a small sharp knife across the Jedi's throat. At once bright red blood poured from the cut. The Sith pulled the Jedi over Luke so the blood poured in to Luke's mouth.

Luke didn't even realize he had opened his mouth. Didn't know he could, but his mouth must have been open as he felt the blood going down his throat. It was warm. So warm. It felt good. He could feel the warm blood going into his stomach.

Wait.

He was drinking blood. No. No. No. He couldn't drink blood. That was what Sith do. His body shuddered as he started to gag and couch. The master was pulled away from Luke. The blood stopped pouring into him. The Sith looked down at him. With his free hand, the Sith reached up and pulled off the jaw piece of his mask revealing his mouth. Then the Sith bit into the Jedi's neck. The Sith didn't feast for long on the already drained Jedi. He threw the corpse to the side.

The Sith disappeared and returned with another Jedi master, who like the one before looked worn and battered. Luke wondered if they had fought the Sith. He hoped they did. He hoped they didn't go quietly. Again the Sith slashed the Jedi's throat. Again the Jedi's neck was placed above Luke's throat so the blood would pour into his mouth.

Don't fight it, Luke. A dark deep rich voice echoed inside Luke's mind. Yet Luke tried. He tried so hard not to drink, but the blood was pouring into his mouth and down his throat. Again the Sith pulled the Jedi away. Again the Sith stabbed his own fangs into the Jedi and drank the rest of the blood.

Luke was thankful when the Sith didn't disappear to go get another one of the Jedi. Instead the Sith carefully picked Luke up. It was over, Luke thought. He had fought it off. There would be no more blood. The boy was cradled against the cold black armor of the Sith. Luke started to relax. He could go to sleep. When he woke up this would all be over. But then he noticed the Sith leaning over with long sharp fangs. Luke tried to wiggle away, but still his body was cold and heavy. The fangs pierced into him. The horrible searing pain tore through him again. Though this time Luke blacked out shortly after.

Leia had been quiet throughout the whole story. The two now stood side by side looking out the window. The view showed the black inky waters of the small lake that sat next to the castle. The castle itself could be seen towering up into the cloudy sky on the left side of the lake.

"I'm not sure how long it lasted," Luke said. His voice was almost a whisper. "But it carried out the same. I would wake up. Father would slit the throat of a Jedi and force me to drink their blood. When all the masters had died, he moved on to the knights. Then to the padawans and lastly the other initiates. None of them survived. Each of them . . . each of them their blood is in me."

Luke paused. His eyes were a bit unfocused. He wasn't seeing the dreary landscape of Star Destroyer Castle, but the warm bright dunes and the Jedi Temple. He recalled the faces of the Jedi he had grown up with. The kind yet stern faces of the masters as they lectured. The faces of the knights as they laughed or scolded the younglings for skipping out on their duties. He even recalled the padawans and initiates. Then he saw each of their faces etched in horror as Vader had slit their throats open.

"I then slept for a very long time. When I woke up, I was here. And here I've been ever since over the last seven years," Luke said.

Leia's face looked paler. A slight look of horror played across her face. Luke didn't blame her. He did warn her his story was not a good story.

"I understand what it's like," Luke said breaking the small silence that had fallen between them. "To be different. To be picked on, but . . . Leia . . . I would never wish this life on anyone. The life of a Sith. I never got to pick. Father always tells me I had no choice in the matter. I was born a Sith. It was my destiny. And . . . and I don't know. You may become a Sith yet, but if you have a choice . . . it's much better to be a human."

Leia said nothing. Her wide eyes just stared at Luke.

"I need to go," he said softly. Leia was quiet and still, too lost in her own thoughts. Too lost in the details of Luke's story. He nodded goodbye and slipped back off in to the castle.

AN: Why were Luke and Leia born a Sith? The story never goes into it here, but Anakin became a Sith to save Padme. He thought if he could make her a Sith as well, he could save her from the visions he had of her dying. Padme was not pleased by this and did not want to become a Sith, but Anakin bit her anyway, injecting her with the Sith poison. That was when Obi-Wan attacked. The poison inside Padme infected the twins, thus they were born half-Sith/vampires.