Captured By Darth Vader

Offer

"You have two options, either you die or you join me as my apprentice and serve the dark side as a Sith. Your power and your knowledge would make you a far greater Sith than you think you would be."

I thought I didn't hear right, me a Sith? I would rather die than become a devilish monster like him! I could feel the anger forming inside me, the audacity of this man to test my loyalty to the Jedi order! I would never betray my order like that, not without a good reason.

"Never, I'd rather die." I answered in an offended tone.

"I was the same, before turning to the dark side. Naive and dumb, not knowing what potential I truly held. Believe me, if I would've known how strong the dark side makes someone, I would have changed earlier." He told me.

I didn't care about his experience, I knew from Obi-Wan and Willow that he was tricked by Darth Sidious to join the dark side. Willow had always believed there was still good in him.

"You turned to the dark side leaving Willow alone, you're selfish, and you will always be!" I shouted back at him. The moment I mentioned Willow, I knew it could have been a terrible mistake.

"Who is that Willow?" He denied knowing her. He tensed when I said her name, I knew exactly that he knew who she was.

"Your sister, Willow Skywalker." I replied to his childish question.

"I have no family, either am I called Skywalker, am I clear?" He looked me deep in the eyes only a few centimeters apart from my face. He was furious on the inside but trying to keep it together.

"The Past is past, I am no longer that insignificant little boy from Tatooine." He said calming down. I figured he wasn't here to hurt me, at least not today.

"Ask me something you've always wondered about me, Lillian." He ordered. The order came off-guard, I had no questions prepared for him, maybe because I would have never thought he would let me ask him something.

It was clear that he was trying to feel more comfortable around me, making an effort on not choking or hitting me every time I opened my mouth. Everything just because he wanted me to join him as his apprentice.

"What happened to Padmé Amidala?" I knew the answer to that question, however I wanted to hear the words come out of his mouth, the culprit's mouth. I was trying to piss him off so he would get the idea of me joining him out of his head, once in for all.

"It seemed like she died because of me. Anakin and her had a happy life together, until he started dreaming about her dying in childbirth. He tried everything he could to keep her from death, turning him into Darth Vader. I couldn't help her in time. Thanks to her sacrifice, I am who I am today." He replied dolefully, although he was intending to play it off.

It was odd hearing him talk about himself in third person, however what seemed even stranger, was him responding to my question as if I was one of his old friends. I didn't know Darth Vader was capable of talking about his deceased wife like that.

"Anything else, Lillian?" He asked me with his relaxing voice.

"No. Nothing." I replied, still in shock after what he had just confessed. I knew I could easily come up with another question, but I was tired and all I wanted was to get some rest.

"Good, it's getting late, I think we should go to bed." He suggested.

We laid down on our mattresses, I still couldn't believe Darth Vader would be sleeping next to me. I could have tried killing him while he was sleeping, but with no weapons and a fucked up shoulder, my chances to succeed were low. He would probably have woken up and killed me immediately.

My eyes started closing the moment I laid down on that mattress. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep.

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I woke up again by the pain my wound was causing. When I opened my eyes, I saw Vader's arm resting on my mattress. I looked at his face to see that he was still asleep. He looked so peaceful.

I inspected his body, he was laying on his stomach with his face facing me and his eyes closed. Then I noticed he was wearing pajamas, I must have been sleeping while he changed. His pajama was pitch black with long sleeves, covering almost his whole body.

His arm was on display, as the sleeve had been rolled up, due to the movement. His arm was covered in small scars. They didn't look healed at all, although they weren't fresh. The scars were pink toned, some of them brighter than others.

Without even noticing what I was doing, I reached for his arm. Stroking my fingers across the scarred skin, it felt oddly soft, however his scars felt rough and some definitely not healed.

His arm shrugged away and back onto his mattress.

"What are you doing?" I heard him ask. Did he just catch me stroking his arm? What am I going to respond to that?

I looked at his face to see he was still laying in the same position he was laying some seconds ago, just that his eyes were open now. He slowly got up and sat right in front of me, looking me deep in the eyes whilst waiting for my reply.

"Umm...I...I wanted to remove your hand from my mattress." I nervously replied. It wasn't the truth, but since I didn't really know what I was actually doing, I felt like it was appropriate to lie. I could feel my heart beat faster and faster. His gorgeousness always seemed to make me forget what a distressing person he was.

"Well, I am sorry." He apologized. I couldn't figure if he had really believed me or if he was just trying to be polite.

"How did you sleep, Lillian, are you feeling better?"

I had completely forgotten about my shoulder, I was so focused on him, I even forgot about my pain.

"I slept fine, although my shoulder hurts a bit." I explained. My shoulder was hurting more than a bit, but saying that it only hurt a bit made me feel stronger than I actually was.

"Here you go." He said while handing me my loved painkillers.

"And you? How did you sleep?" I asked him timidly after swallowing the medicine with a glass of water. He seemed to have slept great, but maybe I was completely wrong, and he slept like me the first few days in the Death Star.

"I slept good, in fact the first time in years." He said dryly.

"Well, let's not talk about sleep. What were your intentions when saying the Jedi were in Coruscant, when they clearly weren't?" He asked me certainly not happy, his mood swings were incredible and unpredictable.

"I don't know why they weren't there." I lied. Honestly, I was a bit frightened of what he would do when he finds out the truth, if he hasn't already.

"Really Lillian? Do you think I am that dumb?" He quoted, as he was getting more and more furious, I was panicking with every word that came out of his mouth. He knew the truth, and he wasn't letting go of it until he would hear the words out of my mouth.

I decided not to answer so that he perhaps wouldn't insist on it anymore, and I was right. He stopped talking to me and took a few deep breaths to calm his nerves. Meanwhile, I was staring at him anxiously.

"Lying is a Sith characteristic, you know that, Lillian." He stated after a while of silence.

"You have more darkness inside you than you think, you're just denying it." he continued.

Suddenly I remembered my brother and his dark past. He passed away when he was in his twenties after a horrible accident. Despite being my brother, he was a bad person. I didn't like remembering him or even think of him and his fucked up order.

"You're wrong!" I raised my voice at him. He wasn't going to manipulate me that easily.

His comlink started vibrating just as he was about to respond to my answer. He walked outside the cell not informing me of where he was going or how long it would take for him to come back.