Title:
MeditationAuthor: Ruby-Flame Jedi Queen
Rating: PG-13
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Disclaimer: Star Wars belongs to George Lucas; this is just my own made up story. 'Nuff said.
The dark side is a powerful seductress...
She sat sprawled across two chairs with high-backs at an empty table underneath a beautifully designed terrace. A soft breeze from the cool night wind played along her hair, and a single beam of moonlight illuminated the table at which she sat, clad in a "barely-there" scarlet dress. A seductive smile was painted on her lips, and her eyes lit up in anticipation as she beheld him approaching her. She held her smile and beckoned him to come closer.
ëCome,' she mouthed and patted the ivory-colored seat beside her. His eyes were wide as he took in the feast of her flesh, and she laughed a high bone-chilling laugh as she reveled in the complete control she had over him. She knew exactly what he wanted, and was prepared to give it to him... at a price, of course.
Despite the lust that pulsed through his body, Anakin was not naive either. The laugh sent a chill down his spine, and suddenly he felt that in doing what she asked he would be just like a pawn, playing into her game--
*Do I intimidate you?* He heard in his mind, followed by a short giggle. But it was not the giggle of an innocent, playful girl. No. It was a giggle of a woman who knew of the controversy running through his mind at that very moment, so he chose to use all his self-discipline to hold back a response. He made his body rigid, unmoving, locked in place by suspicion. This was NOT the woman he knew.
*No, but I AM the one you want...* she prodded him on, and brought a slender perfect hand to her side and made sure he watched as she ran her hand along her smooth tan legs and halfway up the side of her dress.
He told himself not to move. He tried to shut himself off into a solid unmoving stone, but he was losing. His body hungered, and he felt his feet take on a life of their own, slowly moving toward the image. An image. That was all she was, for this could never, ever, be his own dear Padme. She was a sorceress, a deceitful temptress, one he could not afford to fall apart for.
*Come on, Ani.* She asked him in his mind, as if it were a choice, something that he would do out of his own will. She put a deceptively innocent and pained look into her eyes and a slight pout on her lips. *You've never tried to resist me before.* She brought the corner of her mouth up into a slow smile, and looked him over, undressing him with her eyes from top to bottom. *You've always wanted more,* she stated and opened her arms wide. *Now, here I am. Come get me!* She laughed. She laughed this time with a confidence, an aura of power, because she knew she was winning. His mechanically moving feet told her so. There was fire in her eyes, and he tried to look away but even then felt it burning through him. Suddenly, with all the resistance he could ever muster, he managed to make his feet slow. He halted.
Her eyes narrowed. *Come!* She shouted and her voice became a raspy, rough, evil sound. She was no longer playing games and became frantic. But she managed to get a hold on herself and took a deep breath. Then she calmed down and walked smugly towards him. When she stood right in front of where he stood, she leaned over to his side, wrapped a leg around his and whispered in his ear, *You will break.* And she broke into a toothy smile, because she knew it to be a fact. Then she pulled away, leaving a kiss on his cheek and a tingle in his ear. She spun on the heel of her shiny red high heel shoes and flipped her hair. She walked victoriously away and smiled at him over her shoulder while whispering, "I WILL win."
Anakin struggled out of another terribly distracting, and not to mention embarrassing, meditation. He tried to push it out of his mind, but he couldn't help it; the scenes kept rerunning themselves over and over in his mind. He wasn't sure why, but every time he saw it again, a kind of fear crept into his gut and it increased more and more with every replay. There had to be an explanation for this, but every explanation scared Anakin even more than the mystery of which one it could be. It could be a vision, a metaphor, a manifestation of his inner-most feelings, a message, or it could be--
It was at this moment in his desperate attempt to put all the pieces together into one solid answer that Obi-Wan entered the room to check on Anakin's progress.
"So?" He widened his eyes and cocked his head suspiciously. "Did you actually meditate for once?" Obi-Wan inquired.
Anakin looked at the floor and nodded, while fidgeting his hand nervously. Could Obi-Wan see what was going through his mind that very moment? Is it possible he could have seen the vision? Anakin did not want to meet Obi-Wan's eyes if he had.
"How did it go?" Obi-Wan asked his troubled padawan, obviously not picking up on the teenager's reluctance to talk about it.
"Fine." Anakin looked up and said, and he was then able to read in Obi-Wan's eyes that his master had indeed NOT seen it. He sighed, relieved.
As Obi-Wan turned around to leave, a sudden urge to know the truth took over Anakin.
"Uh--Master?" He asked.
"Yes?" Obi-Wan turned around and gazed at Anakin inquiringly.
Anakin took a moment to weigh the consequences of his telling his master in his mind. "Never mind," he finally replied, and his master left-- leaving him alone with his thoughts. Thoughts that he did not want to be left alone with...
The dark side is a powerful seductress...