Hey everybody, this is my new story "Without Honor or Humanity". Quite fitting title I think, but ya'll will have to keep reading to understand. Anyways like I said this is my new story about a slayer who has no boundaries and considers herself a free spirit until she meets her soul mate but that's all I'm going to say about that.

So enjoy and please R&R

Also If you had read my other story, "Curse of a Hero" you might understand my version of a slayer even though I haven' finished it. So if you haven't I'll give you a brief telling of it.

My slayers are like the Buffy the vampire slayers. They have watchers and the same strength level. The things that are different are there are more of them instead of one. If a slayer kills a human they go insane or die (you'll better understand this if you read my other story) and they are privately funded by the Order. The Order is the people that take care of the slayers. That's all I can think of right now. So enjoy!

Disclaimer: do not own anything but my characters……

Chapter 1

The Harsh Light of Day

The vampire ran at her with full force aiming his fist right at her neck. Glory ducked and the only thing the vampire was able to hit was her reddish blond hair fleeing above her. The vampire tried to turn quickly but Glory sent a back kick into his face sending him crashing to the ground. The vampire let out a low moan and Glory giggled to herself, pleased at her opponent's state. The other vampire stood their starring down at his partners prone figure and then back at Glory, he was shocked that she had been able to do this. They just thought that the hot blonde walking down the ally was a free meal ticket but they were more than surprised to find out she was a slayer when they tried to grab her.

Glory could see the fear written in his eyes and took a step towards him but in a flash was already running in the opposite direction like the devil himself was chasing him. Glory watched him run and a feeling of pity came to her, "always run and leave their partners behind," she mumbled.

Turning away Glory slowly walked over to the vampire that was still on the ground, he saw her coming and tried to crawl away but with no luck. "Oh don't be afraid little vampire," she said as she kneeled down next to him and pushed him gently on his back.

"I'm not going to hurt you," the vampire was taken off guard at her comment but her serene nature took his guard down a little. Glory smiled down at him, "I'm just going to ease your pain," she said in an almost trance like state as she quickly slid her hands around his throat. The vampire's eyes grew big, but were unable to scream because of his bruised throat. Glory slowly leaned in and kissed his forehead lightly then with the full force of her hands she snapped his neck sending a sickening crack echoing down the long alley way.

The vampire lay limply in her arms, eyes still open, starring at her. Glory let go of his neck and brushed her fingers over his lids, closing them softly. He must have been a fairly new vampire because his body didn't erupt into a mummified corpse like some she had seen in the past. Standing up, Glory lightly brushed off her short white silk skirt, it barely covered herself but that was how she liked it. She looked down at the corpse lying at her feet; another vamp killed another nightly job done. Glory pulled her black leather jacket tightly around her and turned from the body. She was almost disgusted of herself over it, but that feeling wouldn't last to long. She had always wondered who these vampires were leaving behind, was it a girlfriend, a wife, a friend? Glory forced the thoughts out of her mind, if she thought about them to long they would eventually drive her mad, not that she wasn't already.

Glory looked around, it was November but only a very slight chill hung in the New Orleans air. This was where she had been stationed for the past year or so. The order liked to move her around, she caused too much trouble if she stayed in one area to long or so they said. Glory liked having fun and it didn't matter with whom, vampire or human she always made sure she was having a good time.

Glory reached the end of the alley that automatically lead onto Bourbon Street, She loved visiting this place. Tucked in between the showy bars and loud karaoke's joints were exclusive clubs for the people that actually lived in New Orleans and not the tourist. Some were Night World only and other was intermixed, but this is where Glory had the most fun.

She walked down the busy side walk; even in November New Orleans still had a huge amount of tourism. I wonder if I should go home or stay out and party, she thought to herself as she paused on the street. She could hear the pounding of music from a club that was calling her name to come. Glory smiled to herself and walked in the direction of the music.

The entrance had no decoration, no sign; just a small gold plate saying Cools on it. Glory withdrew a little card from her pocket and slid it into the card scanner that was next to the door. She could hear the computer scanning and the door softly unlocking itself. Glory gently pushed the heavy metal door open, already a dead give away to a Night World club. They didn't like having wood around.

Walking in Glory was greeted with a small room and two men standing next to two large doors. They stood there, their ambiance disturbing the air around them, not even moving to acknowledge her prescience when she entered. Walking up, Glory handed her card to one of the colossal men. The man quickly took it and slid it through a mini computer that had been in his pocket. A slight smile appeared on his face, "good evening Ms. Marcellus. I'm glad you can be with us here tonight, would you like a table?"

"No thank you, I'm just here to dance tonight," Glory responded as he handed back her card. The Man nodded and then pulled open the doors for her. Inside was a club richly decorated in a Middle Eastern theme. Drapes hung everywhere making it felt like you were inside a tent and small jeweled lamps lit up the corners softly. The middle of the club was nothing but a huge mess of bodies moving together. Glory slowly walked the perimeter of the dance floor. She could tell that the crowd was about 75% night world members, mostly vampires. Smiling to herself she took off her heavy leather jacket revealing a small backless top that sparkled when the light hit it. A man appeared beside her and took it from her arms. Glory nodded at him and he walked away. It was nice being in a club where they took care of everything for you.

Glory slowly made her way into the heart of the dance floor. She would gently push people out of the way and rub against them at the same time. It didn't take her long to get few admirers on the floor. Glory smiled to herself as she closed her eyes and started dancing, she could feel their eyes upon her like a hawk's on its prey. The dance music pounded through her making her slowly lose herself within herself. As Glory danced she felt two arms slowly in circle her waist and a body press firmly against the back of her. "What's a pretty thing like you doing here by yourself," the voice asked?

Glory grinned, "How do you know I'm alone?"

"I've been watching you ever since you've walked in," he replied as he moved his hands up and down Glory's body.

Glory turned around slowly and looked at her admirer in the eyes. He was gorgeous; he had brown hair that barely touched his hazel eyes and a chiseled face. Glory smiled at him and moved her body closer. He was definitely a vampire and someone Glory could have fun with, for tonight at least.

"Do you have a name then," Glory asked?

The man pulled her closer to him as she continued to grind herself on him, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, "m-my names Christoph," he was barely able to get out.

Glory traced her finger down his face and giggled, "Interesting name," she said. Christoph looked down at her and smiled, "and what's yours?"

Glory turned around, her back up against his chest, "you can call me Jessie." She never told a vampire her real name, never got close. Glory learned along time ago that if you got close to someone you got hurt, no matter what.

The vampire continued to dance with Glory, not even noticing that she wasn't fully there. "Let's go back to my table," the vampire whispered into her ear. Glory knew what that meant, he wanted to taste her but she wouldn't let him. "I have a better idea," she said to him as she grabbed his hand and led him off the dance floor. The vampire followed her, and Glory could feel his thoughts. He was happy, extremely happy. Glory led him to the front of the club and out the through the doors, grabbing her jacket they went outside and back into the real world. The vampire turned Glory around and started kissing her on the nearly deserted street. Glory laugh and slowly started backing up making him follow her.

"Your place around here," she asked in between kisses? The Vampire smiled back at her and dug out a pair of keys from his pocket. "Right down the street," he said as he dangled his keys over her head. "Which way then," she asked as she pulled away from him?

The vampire pointed down the street, "that way."

"Good," was all glory said as she took off at a slow run. Looking over her shoulder she yelled back," catch me if you can."

The vampire stood their watching her for a second as a smile slowly creped up his face, "I love it when they run," he mumbled as he took off after her.

Glory could here him gaining on her but she didn't care, it was all a game. Cat and mouse and a little bit of wolf in sheep's clothing is what she liked to call it. The vampire thought she was just a human but he had no idea, not yet anyway.

The ground was gone from underneath Glory as the vampire picked her up and spun her around. "You were just about to miss my place," he said as he set her back down, "wouldn't want that happening now."

Glory slipped her arms around his neck and kissed him, "of course not."

The vampire pulled her towards a door and unlocked it with his keys. Glory followed him all the way up two flights of stairs and into a very nice apartment. His family must be old, she thought.

The vampire turned on a light and Glory saw the bed in the middle of the room. It was a huge one bedroom apartment. Walking over she crawled on to the bed and laid there waiting for him to come. "You get down to business don't you," the vampire asked as he walked up, taking off his shirt.

Glory smiled and slipped off her jacket, "I just know what I want." She grabbed his arms and pulled him onto the bed with her and started kissing him. The vampire leaned over and turned off the lamp in gulfing the room into darkness except for the moonlight that shone through the French doors the lined one whole wall. Glory laid there and let the vampire have his way with her but through it all she felt nothing.

Morning….

The sun shone through the windows, beams of light hitting various places on the wooden floor. Glory sat there, on the bed, the sheets barely covering her. She stared at her surroundings trying to make herself feel something but couldn't. She looked beside her and saw the remains of the vampire. She had killed him a couple of minutes ago, right after she woke up. He didn't even react when she had impaled him, didn't even move.

Glory moved out of the bed, dropping the sheet around her and onto the floor. She grabbed her close and quickly slipped them on. She had learned that it was always good to leave as quickly as possible after a kill. Walking to the door Glory had one last look at the apartment; she didn't want to leave anything behind by accident, anything to connect her to it. Satisfied she opened the door and closed it quietly behind her shutting herself off from the memories of last night.