Kriffing Hell.
The moment her body made contact with his own, his whole body hardened. It was reaction he had never felt before, or not until recently. It was like a shock every time she made contact with him… and it felt… He didn't know. And he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
He shifted slightly, causing more friction between their bodies, and he couldn't stop the small groan that escaped his lips. Force, he wanted to touch her. He had been itching to touch her since that moment; the moment that his skin had touched her own. He should have never healed her. It was a moment of weakness that would not happen again. Or so he told himself, but somehow he knew it was a lie. He seemed to being lying more and more because of her.
Senator Amidala.
Force, he knew he should just kill her. That he should just get it over with regardless of the consequences. She was causing too many complications in his life. She was becoming too much of a problem. He hated her, in every definition of the word, but he also hated himself more because of her.
But he didn't even know what that meant.
Again, frustration overtook Vader as well as the pain. Everything was just too much and soon everything around him began to fade into utter blackness. Sometime later, Padme opened her eyes and was completely consumed by confusion. She knew she was not in her bed, for there was hardness beneath her, one unlike her soft mattress… but she had to admit she was beyond comfortable, as if she had been sleeping on a cloud. Ignoring her confusion, she closed her eyes, and tried to snuggle deeper into her hard pillow, breathing in the sweet scent around her.
His scent.
Instantly, Padme's eyes snapped open as she inhaled again. It was his scent. Darth Vader's scent. Kriff. Slowly, she peeled her face away from her hard pillow and realized she was literally lying on his lap.
Acting quickly, she jumped away, putting as much space between her and the Sith Lord as she possibly could. She turned back to him, about to question him of how they had gotten into such predicament, but paused when she realized that Vader had not moved.
A frown formed itself over her features as the confusion worsened in her head. She was losing it, she was sure of it. How else would have any of this happened? Padme was about to speak, when she felt a strange, cold wetness on her face. Without thinking, she reached up and stroked her face, before looking at her fingers.
Blood.
Padme froze. Blood. She was covered in blood. Quickly, she felt over her body, not feeling any pain or injuries. She was fine. But how… who…? Her head snap towards the motionless figure lying back across the couch before turning back to the blood on her hand. No… No, that's not possible… It just couldn't be Vader's blood. It just couldn't be. The Sith Lord, Darth Vader didn't bleed. He didn't get injured. He wasn't "living." But yet, there he sat motionless… and it was the only explanation she had. Moving slowly back towards the couch, Padme kept her eyes locked on Vader. Even as she neared him, he continued not to move or speak, looking more like a dead body than a man. As Padme's eyes adjusted to the dark lighting, she looked between herself and Vader, and saw more wetness that had been absorbed by the dark fabric of the couch.
It was Vader's blood. It had to be.
"Vader?" Padme said lightly, almost timidly, still not sure what to believe.
He did not move or reply.
"Vader." She said a bit louder.
No response.
"Vader!" She yelled as she moved closer towards the Sith.
Nothing. The thought of Vader dead should have been a comforting thought, but immediately Padme began to panic. She jumped towards the lifeless Sith and put her hands directly onto his solid stomach. The feeling of wetness again greeted her touch and when she pulled her hands away, she saw nothing but dark red. Blood. Blood was everywhere. Vader was drenched; blood was covering what seemed to be every inch of his body.
"Lord Vader." Padme cried, a mix of emotions screaming inside of her.
Padme desperately tried to feel for the rise and fall of his chest, for any sign of breathing, but could not find any movement. Next, she tried to feel for a heartbeat, an action that would have normally made her laugh, as if Darth Vader could actually have a heart… But right now, she prayed that he actually did. Attempt after attempt, Padme continued to fail, but she did not quit. She blamed the lack of breathing and heartbeat on the numerous amounts of black layers the Sith was wearing, thinking it would be impossible to feel anything beneath them. Running out of options, Padme grabbed each side of his cloak and tried to give him a slight shake. He hardly moved due to the major size different between the two, and soon Padme was forced to quit.
She reached towards his hood instinctively, about to look for any signs of life, but paused just before reaching the material. Did she really want to solve one of the biggest mysteries in the galaxy? Did she really want to see him? Did she really want to know what he would look like underneath the hood in which he hid from the universe?
Padme never got her answer.
"Mistress Amidala?"
Thank the Force. Padme looked up from her spot and towards the voice that had come from the doorway. "Threepio!" She exclaimed, jumping up from her spot next to Vader.
The droid paused before her, as if taking in the situation. "Mistress Amidala?" He said slowly, before looking back and forth between the Senator and his Master. After a moment, the situation seemed to click within the droids mind, and he scrambled towards his Master, "Master Vader!"
"I…I ca–can't get him to wake up." Padme cried as she allowed 3PO to pass by her, "He's bleeding!"
"Oh dear!" 3PO exclaimed, "Where is the wound?"
"I –I don't know!" Padme answered frazzled, "There is just blood all over."
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