The Brighter Dark (Kylo Ren X Reader)

Ch. 7- The Setting of a Trap

Kylo could've bathed in the waves of fury rolling off that girl.

He had known from the moment he laid eyes on her that the Dark had already begun to take its hold. He may not have been able to see inside her mind, (why that was, he still had no fucking clue) but he recognized the trace of the Dark Side intertwining with her own Force signature.

Her energy was something he had learned to recognize at this point. There was something nostalgic about it; he couldn't understand exactly why, but her signature reminded him of something calm and comforting that he hadn't felt since his childhood- balance. It was entirely unique, a tranquil tide pool in the endless sea of chaos that he had become accustomed to with his Knights. Her energy was anonymous and yet distinct, balanced just enough that Kylo hadn't quite been able to put his finger on which side of the Force her powers would fall when given the choice.

Now, however, the Dark had gripped her heart, taken that choice away, and fed off her energy like a man starved. Kylo had felt the rage within her and seen a mirror of himself.

Then he saw the lightsaber.

There was no way on Naboo that a woman with Force sensitivity like hers had taken a lightsaber- especially this particular lightsaber- simply because she had wanted to sell it. He didn't believe it for a second.

He had recognized it instantly. How could he not? The last person known to have used it was his grandfather. 

The saber had belonged to Count Dooku.

He could feel the energy radiating from the saber at his hip now- the rage, confusion, betrayal and fear- the final feelings that its last owner had felt before his own weapon had been used to slice his head clean off his shoulders.

Now this weapon- a key piece of Kylo's family history- had attached itself to her. Again, this girl had wedged herself in between the pages of his story.

What role is she meant to play?

"Don't play dumb," she had told him.

Oh, don't worry, little ghost, Kylo thought as he stalked down the hall towards his private chambers, both the ancient lightsaber and his own attached to his hip. I don't intend to.

He reached out with the Force and quickly found the signature that he was looking for.

Is she in her room?

Yes, Master. Vicrul's reply was instant. Our guest isn't going anywhere.

Kylo smirked. Well, now, what fun is that? He thought to himself. This girl was smart; every move she made was carefully thought-out. Spontaneity and stupid decisions didn't seem to be in her nature. She was, however, untrained in the ways of the Sith, so all of that would be thrown out the window if the Dark Side was clouding her judgement. Last he had seen her, she'd been royally ticked-off, and Kylo knew that her next move would be a rash one.

Kylo would like to see what that looked like.

Leave your post, he thought, addressing Vicrul once again. There was a pause before Vicrul's reply.

You want me to leave her unguarded, Master?

Unguarded, Kylo clarified, but not unsupervised. Watch her. Keep your distance but stay within range. Try and conceal your signature as best you can; she must believe that she's undetected.

There was another pause. Eventually, Vicrul replied, Yes, Master. But if you don't mind me asking, what do you hope to gain from this?

Kylo's mouth formed a hard line. He didn't like being questioned; Vicrul knew that he was the most powerful of the Knights besides Kylo, and he had grown complacent in his station. He believed himself irreplaceable. Kylo would have to find an opportunity to knock him down a peg.