Forget Me Not
Prologue
Author: Chance
Rating: NC-17
Type: AU
Era: A few years after ROTS
Warnings: Non-consensual, Abuse, Adult language, Dark themes
Disclaimer: This story is completely for fun and no money is being made off of it at all.
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Author's Note: I have this story posted on the read only archive of AFF, but have finally decided it to repost it here because I have done a lot of work on it. I have been reworking it for many months now with the help of my wonderful beta, and hopefully it's much better for it. We've smoothed out some of it's rougher edges, and colored in some of the gray areas. I am actually quite proud.
Something that should be noted, however, is that this story is still very dark. While I have toned it down a bit (my decision, and not because of anything that has been said), the theme is still there. I will never give up the initial goal of this story - which was to explore the deepest reaches of Vader's dark nature. I hope you, the reader, can appreciate that. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy!
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"There is no greater sorrow than to recall with misery
a time we were happy."
- Dante
She rocks slowly back and forth on top of me -
impaling herself on my hardened cock over and over
again. I gasp every time she takes me to the hilt.
Brown pools - darkened by lust and need - stare into
my eyes. Her long curls cascade over me like a water
fall of silk.
She does not know what she does to me.
I move my hips to meet her and her eyes roll back with
pleasure. Gods, being inside her is the only time I
feel complete. She moans, and then looks back down at
me. I cannot help the grin that plays on my lips.
She's so beautiful...and she's mine - riding me with
expert skill. Loving me. I love her so much. I know
I would die without her.
She smiles at me but I cannot smile back for
now I sense there is something wrong.
Please, please...let her stay with me. I
silently plead with the gods as her pace quickens
atop me. I push up inside her - deeper and deeper.
She loves it.
"Harder!" She cries. I readily obey - pounding my
aching shaft as hard as I can into her waiting
depths. I would do anything she asked. She is my
universe, my life, my only light. Tears begin to
stream from my eyes, I cannot get close enough to
her. I don't just want to be inside her; I want to
be a part of her. Gods, I need her!
I love her! Don't take her away from me!
I can feel myself on the edge of climaxing as she
slams her body down onto mine repeatedly and then she
stops abruptly - a sound of pain escaping her lips. I
pant harshly and crease my forehead in confusion.
Her gaze shifts down, and so does mine.
My eyes widen in horror as the bright, red, glowing
blade of a light saber becomes visible through Padmé's
stomach. She looks up and meets my horrified stare.
"Anakin..." She whispers sadly, and her eyes become
far away just before the blade is pulled out of her.
She collapses in to my arms.
"Padmé!" I cry out in agony. And then I hear it. The
steady hydraulic-like breathing. The horrible, familiar
sound. I look up to see the masked figure standing
above us.
How I hate him.
He approaches me - his light saber poised to strike. I
look down at Padmé - laying dead in my arms. My last
reason for goodness - gone. Darth Vader - the thing
that has lived inside me all along - raises his weapon
higher and I await death.
I am ready...
And then I awake.
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Dreams. How I hate dreams. Nothing more than flaws of
the human pysche. If I could I would cut them out of my
mind, just as I have done with all those weak human
emotions responsible for keeping me from my true potential
for so long. But unlike my emotions, I fail in my efforts
to control my subconscious.
I always dream the same dream. One never any different
from the last. Always of her and my former self. Both
just as dead and of no importance. Dreams. What use do
they serve? I wake up night after night with anger
surging through my veins after having to endure the
same scene again.
Padmé...my love.
I'd kill her again if it would get her out of my mind.