The Knight and The Duchess (Star Wars AU) (On Hold)

9.Dark Eyes

*Satine's P.O.V.*

I held the veil in my pale hands. I was contemplating, rubbing the baby blue lace between my fingertips. I raised the fabric above my head, taking much care to put it on without messing up my hair. The lace filtered out much of the light and through it I could see my reflections in the mirror on the wall. I smoothed the silky fabric of my skirt and sat down on my bed. I sighed, resting my elbows on my knees and my chin in my hands. I looked back at my reflection. I was a child playing adult, playing dress-up. I wasn't a bride. Though really, I wasn't a child or a bride.

I was The Duchess. Unfortunately, that didn't make a difference. I stood up again, my skirt brushing against the ground. I strolled over to the mirror, staring it straight in the face. I don't like you, I grumbled internally. I don't know how long I sat there before it happened.

A searing pain shot through my shoulder and crumpled to the floor. I clutched my collarbone, where the pain had begun, with my hand. I was breathing heavily, and on my hands and knees. I straightened up, still weak from the sudden pain. I stared at my reflection, only to find a laser bolt wound on my shoulder. The sky blue lace around the wound still glowed orange. Glancing over at my own shoulder, I found it unscathed. Another pain sliced through my abdomen causing another burn mark and wound to appear on my reflection. I didn't scream. I would have screamed, if I had a plan. But I didn't have a plan, I didn't even have a back-up plan. So I fell to my knees again, in silence. I was bombarded by a multitude of phantom shots and soon, my reflection's dress was black and covered in scorch marks and scars.

I stood up and stared at my reflection. The black-veiled bride stared back at me, smiling with black eyes and pointed teeth. Her skin became shining porcelain and she tilted her head. It was more of a twitch, though. Blackening from the roots, her hair turned as dark as midnight. A lightsaber ignited behind her and an aura of black and white surrounded her. The saber stabbed through her chest, appearing on the other side and looking more like a double-edged sword than a lightsaber. The black-veiled bride stood for a few seconds, smiling. Until she crumpled to the ground.

The mirage faded and Obi-Wan appeared in the doorway.

*Obi-Wan's P.O.V*

"Satine?" I asked, sticking my head out from behind the doorway. Satine twirled around to face me, her eyes wider than I had ever seen them. Her mouth was open, just a little bit, as if she was going to say something, but couldn't form the words. She, now sitting, pulled her knees up to her chest and shivered. Instinctively, I sat down next to her.

"Something bad is going to happen... I know it will," she whispered, refusing eye contact.

"What makes you think that?" I asked. I could tell she was scared, more than I had ever seen before.

"I think someone is going to kill me," she whispered, finally looking me in the eye, "I'm going to die on my wedding day." I held her shivering fingers in my hand.

"I won't let that happen. I can protect you."

"No, Obi-Wan. Even you can't protect against your own kind..."