Redemption

He was mine

Vader stepped out of the speeder and walked around the front of it to my side. His amber eyes didn't leave mine the entire time. He opened my door and grabbed my hand with elegance, but what else would anyone expect? Not that, that's for sure. As I stepped out of the speeder with my hand in his, I noticed people around staring at me and him, which brought me questioning myself.

Was this dress too much? Did I overstep? Did I look like Vaders new ugly girl? I'm sure he's had many girls like this.

I pushed my thoughts away, I knew better than to listen to them. But each one kept coming back in full force, tearing me apart until every single part of me felt insecure about myself. I was always an over thinker, I knew that, but I never let anyone know it. If I was breaking on the inside, the outside would look better than ever. Clothes that reveal my body, eyes that could win over any man, and a smile that would make anyone's day.

But none of it was real. Most of the time, anyways.

"Why are people staring at us" I whispered in his ear as he shut my door. I continued to overthink about the way I appeared and the situation I was in.

"Look at you" he whispered back, his hot breath hitting the side of my face, and my cheeks instantly went rosy.

His words brought chills up my spine as I blushed at his words. He was so confusing, yet so clear. Although apart of me was yelling that he didn't want me, I almost felt like I could see clearly through him.

That he did want me.

But that was delusional of me.

He walked confidently into the building and I followed his lead, mocking his stride. He pretty much owned the place, so I figured I might as well act like I did too. He bypassed all the people in line to eat, even those that were wealthy and important, they could do nothing about it. He was the emperor. The ruler of the galaxy. No one could step in his way, or they would feel his wrath.

When we finally made it to the front of the line, the hostess already looked terrified by his presence. She looked to me with an expression of shock.

"Emperor Vader, how may we serve you." She said, full of fear as she bowed.

"Table for two. By a window. She likes the city" he demanded. How did he know I liked the city? Does he read into my thoughts?

The hostess nodded and walked us to our table. She sat us down at a table for two in front of a huge window out looking the sky and city. It was beautiful. My eyes glistened in the light and I looked to Vader, who was slightly smiling at my reaction to everything.

He pulled my chair out for me, and I sat down, flexing on everyone that just for this single moment, he was mine.

The way he gently waited until I sat down comfortably made me melt on the inside. I couldn't believe I was having dinner with the infamous Darth Vader. The fucking emperor of the galaxy.

I watched him sit down and readjust himself in his chair. As he did so, our eyes didn't leave each-others, and now I was definitely starting to get nervous. The hostess set down menus in front of both of us, and I subtly smiled at her and thanked her with a nod. She smiled back and quickly walked away.

My nerves were rushing through my body as our eye contact continued, and I waited for him to break the silence. But he didn't. He just stared straight into my eyes, with this longing.

"So um" I giggled, broke the eye contact, and grabbed my napkin. I unfolded the fancy knot and placed the napkin in my lap, looking down at it; afraid to look back up. This was embarrassing.

"So..." he said as he reached over the table and pushed my chin up with one of his fingers in an aggressive, but playful way. My cheeks were already turning a hot red color at the touch he gave me, and I began to cross my legs tightly under the table. "Ask your first question." He teased returning himself to his chair and getting comfortable in it.

I ran through my thoughts over and over again to think of the most important question I had about him. There were so many.

What's your real name, is it actually darth Vader?

Who are you really?

How did you become Darth Vader, we're you always this person?

Why do your eyes change color between blue and amber?

Do you like me? No no don't ask that, that's weird

One thing I was completely sure about was once each of these basic questions were answered, a dozen more would be left unanswered once he told me the basics.

I awkwardly smiled and shook my head as I took quite a while to reply to him. He furrowed one brow at me, waiting for a question. "I'm-im sorry" I nervously giggled.

"Someone's nervous, huh?" He taunted with a sly smirk on his face. God I hate that smirk.

"Shut up okay I'm thinking" I said back while widening my eyes trying to hold back a smile, and failed miserably trying to do so. He raised his eyebrows, signaling me to go on with my first question. I finally just started with the most basic one.

"Why do your eyes change between the blue and amber color?" I asked quickly. His amber eyes slowly looked down in sorrow, and I could feel his deep emotions in this moment. He returned his gaze to mine after a moment of collecting himself.

"Before I was... this" he said, pausing, almost in sorrow  "I was someone else. Someone that had blue eyes." He answered my question. But just like I said, a dozen more formed in my head.

"That doesn't quite answer why they turn blue" I said with one brow furrowed. He sighed and continued on.

"When I'm around you, I feel like that person again. You- you bring that side out of me." He slightly stuttered.

"Well, what side?" I asked with genuine concern. He shook his head at me slowly, and then quickly changed the focus onto me.

"Now, you promised" he said, and I knew what was coming. "It's my turn to ask."

I had always hated talking about myself. I was more of a listener. I just wanted to know about him. I wanted to know everything. The deep emotions, sorrow, grief. I could sense it all so clearly. Right here, right now, he was in pain. He was like me, he tried to hide it, but he definitely wasn't great at it. I could see right through him. I almost looked at him and saw myself. We were so similar, yet so different.

This moment between us was different from our usual teasing, sarcastic conversations. This was serious, deep, intimate almost.

"Go ahead" I approved with an uncomfortable nod.

"When we first met-" he paused and looked up at me in curiousness. "I couldn't read you." He tilted his head slowly and continued to look at me with those doe eyes that slowly turned to the beautiful light blue again.

"Read me?" I questioned, but I knew what he was asking. I knew the answer to it too, and I couldn't help but feel nervous in this exact moment. My movements became filled with tenseness.

"Yea. I can read people. Their emotions, thoughts- Well, not exactly their every thought, but more like an instinct. Some thoughts I can hear clear as day, but they have to be very strong. I have to use a bit of effort, obviously. Sort of like taking a run. It's possible and not difficult, but it takes effort." He paused and looked at me, longing for an answer as I froze in response to his words. "With you, nothing." He continued, and I tensed even more, fear beginning to fill my body as I realized what was happening.

Was I willing to tell him the truth? This could decide my fate. He could kill me, torture me, train me, who knows. The only underlying factor here was that eventually, he would figure out the truth. It was either now or never.

A/n: Sorry this is so short 😭