Out on the School Grounds, Saturday Night

[imofficialthen]

Tahiri stood in a quiet corner of the grounds, near the ruins of the stables, her lightsaber hilt gripped firmly in her left hand.

She'd had enough of Ben's taunting and questions -- as much as there was something faintly endearing about his stubborn, stupid persistence, it irritated her, the way he could get under her skin. The way those

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[hellishlegacy]

And he came, because regardless of dimension, Ben couldn't stop trying to help Tahiri.

"You called?" he asked quietly.

[imofficialthen]

She watched him in the darkness; her expression was implacable, but the sight of him stirred up the frustration and rage as always, and she opened herself to the emotions, using them to draw the Force into her.

"I did," Tahiri said just as quietly, and ignited her lightsaber. The glow of the blade revealed her vampire face, the scars on her forehead grotesquely distorted by the change.

[hellishlegacy]

"Oh, Tahiri," he murmured, feeling his heart break. It didn't mean that his lightsaber wasn't on, though. He was miserable, but he didn't want to die.

[imofficialthen]

"Is that regret I hear in your voice? Oh, Ben." She sounded mocking as she moved smoothly toward him, her lightsaber held out between them. "You really never give up, do you?"