Category: POV, AU, Poetry
Archive: M/A, any others please ask
Rating: PG-13
Feedback: Yes, please padawan64@mindspring.com
Summary: Dark!Qui-Gon's POV as he watches Obi-Wan's struggle with
the Darkness as it overtakes him.
Notes: This is a mirror piece for "Decomposed by the
Darkness"
I see you.
I see you lying here before me; your body trembling, helpless at
my feet.
I watch with delicious anticipation as you desperately battle the
forces of Darkness that swirl about you; threatening to devour
you, to pull you down into the pit of velvety blackness.
I see you reach out with trembling fingers; begging for release
from the turmoil that is churning inside of you, torturing every
fiber of your being.
I can see the crazed look of fear in your eyes as you look up at
me, begging, pleading. I can feel your anguish; I relish it.
I feed upon it as the lion feeds upon its prey.
I can sense the sheer terror in your heart as you feel yourself
slipping, falling helplessly into the depths of the abyss.
Yes, my young apprentice.
Let the Darkness wash over you; envelop you, caress you.
Embrace you.
Do you know what it means to be loved by Darkness?
Become Its lover. My lover.
Follow me down into the velvety depths and taste the forbidden
pleasures that await you.
I feel the weakening grip of your shaking fingers as your hands
desperately cling to the lush, black fabric at the hem of of my
cloak; struggling helplessly against the delicious power that is
slowly beginning to overtake you.
And I watch.
I wait.
At last, I see you slowly lose your battle as you succumb to the
exquisite forces of Darkness.
Yes. That's it, my little one.
Let it welcome you with open arms.
I see the tension in your weakened form begin to dissipate as you
welcome the Dark; feeling it enter you, becoming you.
Extinguishing the Light that resides within your soul.
I can sense the sheer power of the Darkness, its blackened
fingers coursing through your veins; enhancing the strength of
your beautiful form.
Creating a Dark Lord that the universe has never before seen.
Such beauty; such power. Mine. Oh yes. You are mine now.
You press your lips against the black leather of my boot, kissing
it reverently, worshipping me. Your Dark Master. Your Dark Lover.
I reach down with gloved fingers, touching your cheek; relishing
the sensation of the Dark power radiating from your heated flesh.
You lift your gaze to mine, and in your eyes I can see the
future. Our future.
Yes, my young one.
Together we shall unite with the Darkness And rule the Universe
for all Eternity.
~end~