I had a random plot bunny/idea last night and decided to make it into a Viginette.
Characters: All OC's
Timeframe: Intertrilogy
Summary: A Jedi and a Sith are locked in a heated duel
Note: There is a *erhm* stronger version of this story. PM me if you want to read it.
Love/Hate
Vibroswords clashed. Flesh was sliced. Blood was spilled. Curses were exchanged.
They fought, he with fury, she with calm, but both with urgency. Their final battles were coming, and both warriors were made weary by so many years of combat. For her victory could mean peace. For him, it was power.
Durasteel and cortosis sang through the air, spinning hymns of might and wrath. There were strategically placed strikes, tactical parries and mocking blows. She struggled to keep up with his vigorous pace as his swift strike overpowered her block and nearly pinned her to the wall.
She spun away, and as she did he caught a whiff of her hair. It was… intoxicating, as stimulating as the fury that fueled his tirades, as intriguing as the hatred that kept him fighting.
He swung after her as she retreated, and the tip of his blade tore her tunic. A large portion of the garment fell away as she turned to face him again, exposing her midriff.
She had eyes as blue as the Mon Calamari ocean, long dark hair that draped her shoulders and a face as heavenly as the summer’s sweetest rain. Her appearance was majestic and beautiful enough to swirl the fires of his fury. The fumes of hatred which trailed from his inner fire spoke tomes of darkness, all of which demanded blood.
By the edict of the Emperor, she and all those like her were to die without exception.
She circled and engaged. He counterattacked. Their duel was so ferocious and brutal that most would have been weakened by just watching. The blades drew new wounds on skin that might as well have been as thin as paper. A cut a cross the chest ripped his vest apart. A downward slash tore away her skirt.
“You enjoy the pain,” he roared as the edge of his blade bit the back of her triceps.
“No!” She screamed in denial.
“Then why would you have sought me out?” He asked.
She locked her eyes on his. Something about him enchanted her. She couldn’t tell if it was his broody expression, his dark eyes or his muscular physique. However, she was morbidly fascinated with his fury. He was a flame, and she was the moth entranced and drawn to him. She proclaimed that she had come to extinguish him, but in truth she longed to dance with that blaze, to be immolated by that fury.
A scream of pain escaped her as his blade sliced just above the knee. Crippled by the blow, she began to plummet to the ground but stopped short as he caught her with his left arm. She looked up into his dark eyes for what seemed to be an eternity. Silent words were exchanged as their gazes locked and she could feel his hand creep up her lower thigh.
“You know why you’ve come,” he said softly.
“I do,” she said as realization dawned upon her.
“You’re curious…”
“Then tell me what I want to know,” she purred.
She craned her head to meet lips and they kissed as ferociously as they had fought. His battle rage instantly transmuted into desire as he laid her gently on the ground and kissed her again. As powerful as he was, she refused to let him dominate. She struggled against him, thrusting her elbows into his ribs and clawing at his back. Wrestling until she could get up top, she pinned with his hip to the ground with her good knee.
He suddenly twisted from under her, escaping the pin and rolling until he was again on top. They began to kiss again; it was an exchange as passionate and furious as their duel. In a way, it was a duel in itself because the conflict in their hearts was still venting, but now through the medium of lust rather than combat.
As they continued to kiss, she was suddenly taken by horrendous images were entering her mind through the Force, and all of them were leaking from the raging form of her partner.
Her enemy.
Curious, she used this moment of vulnerability to tap his thoughts, and access his secrets. She was instantly devastated by a torrent of horrors. An entire lifetime of pain and sadness flowed into her as she felt and tasted every evil committed to and by her enemy. She struggled not to cry as she took in every emotion, every bit of anger and hatred, of pain and desolation, of loneliness and suffering.
When she opened her eyes and looked into him again, she no longer saw a twisted abomination, but a tortured monster.
“I love you,” she said suddenly.
The Sith warrior’s expression twisted into a scornful grin as he forced out a chuckle. “Don’t confuse yourself, Jedi. Flesh is flesh and flesh only. This meant nothing.”
“I love you,” she asserted more aggressively. Her eyes burned holes through him as he searched the floor for his clothes.
“No,” he said softly, shaking his head in denial. “You can’t possibly- you don’t even know my name.”
“That doesn’t matter. I know your heart.”
He turned to face her, both brows tensed with indignation. “Then you would know there is nothing there except rage and hate.”
“I am there,” she whispered.
“No,” he said mockingly. “What is love to me? Nothing. I don’t even know your name.”
“But you know my heart.”
There was a long menacing silence as she realized that while his left hand was on her leg, his right was on her chest, and he could easily reach up and snap her neck at any moment. But that threat would not be fulfilled as his dark eyes betrayed the conflict in his heart. The burning flame finally began to waver.
She crowned her lips to a gentle smile, “I know what they did to you-”
“NO!” He roared frantically. “No! You have no idea, no understanding whatsoever of what happened to me!”
“Please-”
“You can’t possibly understand.”
“I can, if you let me,” she said pleadingly. Her blue eyes searched his soul.
“I’m a monster,” he whispered weakly. “Look at me! Look at what I’ve done!”
“It’s because of what they made you! They tortured you into becoming one of them”
“No! It’s more than that, I chose this.” His face collapsed as he looked downward. “But I suppose I have to exist, don’t I? Because without me, there can be you. For every person I’ve killed you’ve saved at least one. We maintain balance, we need each other. That’s why… that’s why…”
“That’s why you love me,” she said as she kissed him.
His frown relaxed as she pulled away. His heart was churning with pain and confusion, and she could sense it deep within him. “It’s also why I hate you… but what does this mean? Are we destined to always fight?”
“It’s not too late to change…”
“No,” he whispered painfully, the torment of his conflict alive in his voice. “This is who I’m destined- doomed- to be.”
“No one is ever truly destined or doomed; it is only in your mind!” She said emphatically. “Listen, if there is room for me in your heart, there is room for more, you just need to open yourself to it.” She placed her hand over her heart and pulled him closer. “Please, let me be your release…”
He nodded hesitantly and opened his heart and mind to her, showing her everything that he had done, all of the horrors he had committed at the bidding of the Emperor. She soaked and absorbed it gently and basked him with her own calming aura, dousing his inner fire with the tranquil teachings of the Jedi Order.
For the first time in a lifetime he found his peace. They lay together on the ground, peacefully in each other’s arms. Some of the wounds from their duel still bled, but the tranquility of the moment gave them the clarity to ignore the pain.
“What are we going to do?” He suddenly asked as they looked up at the stars. “Where can we go? The Emperor will condemn us. Vader will never stop hunting us. Where can we find refuge?”
“The Force will guide us,” she said confidently.
A grin suddenly came to his face as he embraced her tighter. He remarked nonchalantly, “we still don’t know each other’s names.”
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