Two Halfs of One Warrior • Obikin/Vaderwan One-Shots

Vampires Will Never Hurt You

• Summary: An ice cold finger traced under Obi-Wan’s jaw, through his beard, and turned him towards a shadowed face. Anakin leaned forward, a strobe light in the club catching on his fine features, and Obi-Wan felt breathless like it was the first time.

“You came back,” Anakin said, as he always did.

“I shouldn’t have,” Obi-Wan replied, as he always did. A smile spread over Anakin’s face, all teeth and canines sharpened into fangs.

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"You must keep your soul, like a secret in your throat."

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Midnight, pouring rain, the thump of bass coming from a solitary metal door down a skeevy alleyway. Obi-Wan knew he shouldn’t go in; he shouldn’t keep coming back to this place - this den of depravity that he made a vow to fight against.

Beyond that door, beyond all the bodies and the blood and the shining gold eyes, was one man. Well, not a man; not anymore.

The creature he’d tried to kill not once, not twice, but countless times. The same creature that stalked his dreams and saved him from his nightmares. Obi-Wan was a Jedi given up by his family to protect the night from horrors. He shouldn’t need saving and he shouldn’t need.

Until gold eyes snared him and caught him in a trap he hadn’t known was waiting for him. Obi-Wan was trained to resist the pull. The beauty of vampires was one of the many ways they attracted their prey and this one was no different than all the rest. Obi-Wan had not fallen for the ploy. Not until he had taken down the vampire, this monster the entire Order of Jedi whispered about – Vader, one of the oldest vampires.

It was so easy, but looking back, that should have been the first sign. Obi-Wan wanted the kill and his thought was to just fucking do it. The vampire had frozen, still as a statue, when he saw Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan thought it was because the creature could feel his second death at the end of Obi-Wan’s stake.

Like hitting stone, Obi-Wan crashed into him, successfully bowling the vampire over and probably dislocating his own shoulder in the process. They hit the ground, Vader under him, Obi-Wan above, arm wound back to strike.

Ice cold hands lifted to hold Obi-Wan’s hips like it was familiar and there was a pause between both of them. The vampire’s eyes were windows into an empty soul, but as their eyes remain locked, there was a twinkle of something there. His face was flawlessly blank, a look he’d no doubt perfected after centuries of practice, until it wasn’t.

Until Obi-Wan had had enough and brought the stake down, the aim sure and true. Directly for the undead, still heart in Vader’s chest. Faster than he could see; faster than anything he’d experienced yet, a hand snaked out to grip Obi-Wan’s wrist, halting the motion.

Obi-Wan was breathing hard, heart racing, suddenly more unsure than he’d ever been in his life. The vampire didn’t break his wrist like he expected - his bones should have been nothing more than sponge in his grip. Vader didn’t do anything but stare up at Obi-Wan.

The vampire’s other hand moved slowly, too slowly, almost like he’d forgotten how to move at the speed that wouldn’t frighten humans. The space between them stretched an eternity. Until–

“Obi-Wan,” the monster purred, the first syllable drawn out – Ohhhbi-Wan – as the vampire tasted each letter. Fingertips, claws retracted, touched his cheek. Obi-Wan reared back, away from this vampire who knew him. His name on the vampire’s tongue sounded like he’d said it a thousand times before.