DREAMER part 7
Author:
Lia
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Rating: NC-17 or M
Timeline: shortly after ROTJ
Disclaimer: Luke, Han and the whole Star Wars Universe belongs to George Lucas.
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After the sudden burst
of temper the Dark Hunter had calmed down in a matter of seconds. It was as
if nothing had happened. He was now treating his victim's broken lip with a
soft piece of cloth.
Drawing a deep breath, Luke closed his eyes in concentration, and Julian Dronn
was startled by the fierce tendrils of Force that reached to his mind. So the
child still could use at least part of his power, even hindered by the virus.
“You are the last of your kind.” the young Jedi was now perfectly
calm, as if partially in a trance. “You are alone. You are desperate because
I am the last of the Jedi... the last one that could become a companion to you...
the others never made it, did they? Despite your efforts throughout these years,
all the Force sensitives who were contaminated died. All except... oh!”
Horror filled Luke's heart. The Dark Hunter stared at the holopic on the sidetable,
his steely gray eyes unreadable. When he spoke, his voice was small and hollow.
“Your father was to be mine. He was to be a Dark Hunter and raise our kind
from dust to glory! So powerful and pure and devoided of hope... But Palpatine
wanted him for his own purposes.”
A white pale hand grabbed the holopic. It was big, strong and ungraceful, and
the fingernails looked more like claws, but it held and caressed the picture
with unexpected tenderness.
“Beautiful and pure. You are beautiful, too, but not like him. You have
too much hope. You are too flexible. His heart was black. Yours is gray. But
you are as powerful as he was, maybe more. When you become a Dark Hunter our
kind will blossom once more.”
Dronn put the holopic back and turned to Luke.
“It is time. I have to do it before the virus reactivate itself.”
Luke tried to jump off the bed but the Dark Hunter grabbed his wrists and pinned
him down.
“Get off me!” the young Jedi struggled desperately. He tried to reach
the Force but he couldn't concentrate with Dronn grabbing his jaw and forcing
his mouth open.
“This is my gift to you, young Luke.”
Julian Dronn covered his victim's mouth with his own.
No matter how hard the boy fought he couldn't break that disgusting kiss. Suddenly
Luke felt some kind of hot liquid trickling down his throat. It was foul and
thick...
It was blood.
He choked and gasped in pure panic but it wouldn't stop. As the dark blood reached
his insides it spread unpleasant warmth and lethargy through his body.
When Julian Dronn finally released him, Luke was limp as a rag doll and his
eyes gleamed with tears of defeat and frustration. The Dark Hunter wiped them
gently with his thumb.
“Do not despair. You will live.”
“I do not wish to live.” the young Jedi tried to move away from his
tormentor and found out he didn't have the strenght to raise a finger.
“You will sleep now. When you awake you will thank me.”
“I will not... sleep... don't want...” but his eyes were already closing.
“...no... please... don't do this to me... kill... me...”