Without Honor or Humanity
Author: Calito
Notes: hey guys, realize it's been a little over a month since I've last updated and I'm so sorry. I know how annoying it gets to wait on chapters to come out but I just basically hit a writer's block with all my stories, but anyways I've finally forced myself to complete this one to where I'm happy with it. I actually wrote it fully a couple weeks back but then decided that Glory , character wise, was going into a whole other direction that I wanted her too so I had to start completely over. So here is the finished product to the best of my skills, enjoy!
Thank you…
Terriah for the review and yes it is soul mate time but (and there is always a but) its not going to be a smooth ride so enjoy!!
Mia, thanks for the review. Glad you like Glory, she's an interesting character who doesn't really know who she is yet and by the end of this story you'll see her transform many many times so keep reading!!
Chapter 4
Seeing Red
Glory couldn't see anything, all she could do was feel and what she felt was warmth. It was like honey going through her soul; it felt so good whatever it was. The pink haze slowly began to clear and she could faintly make out the face of a man. It was the red headed vampire. The one she had tried to flirt with it and had refused her. He was beautiful, and seeing him sent pangs through Glory's hart. She didn't really understand what was going on but whatever it was actually made herself feel like she belonged.
The vampire looked confused and then anger flashed over his face and Glory faintly heard him mutter something that started with an S but she didn't care. The feelings going through her made her feel like she was floating and without realizing it she was slowly starting to lean in closer to him.
He didn't move to avoid her but just stared. Glory raised one of her hands to his face and then slowly kissed his lips. They were so soft and the emotions going through her intensified. It didn't take long before the vampire responded back to her and they both had their arms wrapped around each other. It seemed like they stayed like that for an eternity but would have made it and actual knock your socks off kiss ended when the vampire violently shoved Glory off of him.
The pink haze instantly melted away to reveal the broken club around them. Bullets still whizzed by and the familiar screaming rang through their ears. Glory looked around confused, what had happened?
The vampire in front of her wiped his face off revealing a look of disgust. Glory blinked as a mixture of hurt and anger passed through her. The vampire stood up and Glory thought he was going to leave her but instead grabbed Glory by the shoulder and heaved her up.
"Hey..." she was barely able to get out before the vampires kicked open the exit door and shoved her out. Glory Stumbled into the alley and balanced herself on the wall. All of her senses slowly starting to return.
"No, no!" he nearly yelled, "This can not be happening not now! Not when I've worked so hard. This can not be right, a witch must have done this, I'm sure," he muttered more to himself than Glory.
"Uhm..," she said not knowing what to say, "What exactly is going on?"
The vampire turned to her, as if realizing she was there, His green eyes darkened flashing to silver then back to green.
"Who sent you? What did you do? Tell me!" he yelled as he walked up to her and grabbed her arms roughly. "Who sent you? Speak!" He yelled.
Glory instinctively shoved him back, sending him back a few feet. The vampire regained his balance and stared at Glory. The vampire knew that no ordinary human could have that much strength; then it hit him.
"I didn't do anything, you seem to know more about what's going on," she replied, holding her emotions in not realizing that he knew what she was.
The vampire watched her with a silent predator like ambience. Glory could tell he was thinking about something but pushed it to the back of her mind.
"So..." he paused, hatred dripping from his voice, "you're a slayer." It wasn't a question, just a statement.
Glory didn't answer but held her head high. The vampire stared at her and Glory realized how gorgeous he really was. He had a fair complexion with the brightest green eyes and his red hair seemed to glow within itself. His lips were so full and soft looking and all Glory wanted to do was run her hand through his hair. It had a copper glow to it that shined so brightly when the light hit it. Wait, what am I doing, she thought to herself. I'm in an alley with a Vampire fantasizing about him.
"What's your name?" he asked interrupting his thoughts as he slowly reloaded his gun.
"Glory," she said as she watched him. The way he didn't take his eyes off of his gun made Glory a little nervous.
"Glory what? Or do you slayers not have last name," he nearly growled as he snapped his clip in.
"Marcellus," she said as she her muscles slowly started to tense up. He was a hunter and one thing she knew about hunters was how to recognize them going into a kill and that was what she saw.
A look of disgust crossed over his face, "Well Glory, it seems like you are what is called a soul mate. You do know what that is don't you?" he asked.
Glory remembered through her history lessons what a soul mate was. She remembered the day breakers always preaching about it and saying how it will reunite the races.
"Well?" he said again.
"Yes I know what a soul mate is," she said back.
"Good then, now you must realize that I can't have a soul mate running around especially being a slayer. It's a liability to me that I just won't spend the time worrying about." He said as he held his gun.
Glory Realized what he was getting at and slowly started moving her body ever so slightly. She wasn't going to be killed by a vampire in an ally, not when she had worked this hard.
The vampire raised the gun faster than Glory could react and was about to pull the trigger when an outburst of gunshots sounded through the club. The windows on the side of the wall shattered into a thousand pieces as bullets went flying through it. Shards of glass flew everywhere, raining down on Glory.
Glory was able to miss most of them and get only a few minor cuts but a jagged piece ripped the side of her arm making a deep cut.
Holding in a scream, Glory closed her hand where the blood started to run. Crap, she thought, this is exactly what I needed. Moving out of the path of the glass, Glory leaned up against a wall and sighed heavily. There was so much blood.
A yell of surprise caught her attention. On the other side of the alley, Glory saw the vampire holding his arm in the same spot where her wound was at but there was no blood.
The vampire pulled his hand away from his arm and a look of surprise came over him when he didn't see any blood. His eyes slowly traveled to where Glory was at and his eyes narrowed. She could tell he was looking at her arm, she could feel his anger through the bond.
Jumping up, He grabbed Glory's other arm and hauled her on her feet. "You're coming with me," he muttered as he walked down the rest of the alley, dragging Glory behind him. She could hear voices from inside the club, they were angry voices and she could tell they were looking for someone.
"What…No, let go of me," She was barely able to get out and had less success when she tried to yank her arm away from him. She had lost a lot of blood already and her strength wasn't cooperating with her properly.
Behind them the exit door burst open with five witches running out, each holding orbs of fire and electricity. Glory faintly heard the vampire mutter something before he turned around and started firing off rounds. He was a remarkable good shooter and took down three witches while dodging their orbs.
Glory tried to keep up with his pace while trying to yank her arm out of his grasp but her head felt so light. "I can't," Glory muttered, as her feet finally gave out on her; one whole side of her body was covered with blood. Her arms felt like jell-o and her vision was slowly closing up and then she just collapsed.
The vampire looked down at her then hastily picked her up into his arms. He had to run the rest of the way down the alley, dogging the flying orbs from the remaining witches. He could see the end of the alley coming up, he knew his car was parked on the other side and that's where his back up men would be.
Breathing heavily, he looked down the alley and saw his car. Heaving Glory in his arms he took off at a dead run. A couple of his men were waiting outside just like he told them to.
"Behind me, NOW!" he yelled, surprising some of his men. A few of his men weren't fast enough and were enveloped in fire balls in matter of seconds. The others though shot down the witches, each one going down with about two dozen bullets in them.
One of his men opened the door and the vampire quickly slid Glory in before jumping in himself. His men gave him a curious look but He didn't respond.
"Let's get out of here," he muttered before closing the door. The car instantly started moving as the vampire settled in his chair. Glory was beside him, passed out on the seat. Her blood continued to flow out of her arm and onto the floor of the limo. Grabbing a handkerchief the vampire gently wrapped it around her arm as little shocks of electricity shot through him every time his hand touched her skin.
Making sure it was secured the vampire settled into the chair. He closed his eyes and placed his hand over his face.
I found my soul mate, I actually found my soul mate, he thought. This wasn't good at all, he gave up on all of that stuff ages ago, he lost everything when he was young and since then decided it was too much to have emotions for anything.
Beside him, Glory stirred ever so slightly. Her eyes fluttered, and then fixed on an object before she shot up in her seat.
"Where am I?" as she looked around the inside of the limo instantly tensing up when she saw the vampire.
"Your safe, since you passed out back there," muttered the vampire as he stared at her.
"What are you going to do with me?" she asked as she scooted away from him while holding her arm. She was still very weak.
"You'll be coming with me," he said as he glanced out the window, never once moving his hand off his gun.
Glory looked down at the red handkerchief, fingering it softly. "What's your name?" she asked.
This time the vampire did look at her. "Desmond, Desmond Ardal."
Surprise ran through Glory. He was one of the most infamous vampire leaders. She remembered how much trouble he had caused the order awhile back; he was the largest owner of blood farms.
"Good to know you've heard of me," he said with no emotion.
Glory looked at him in surprise, "how..."
"You think to loud," was all he said.
"But, vampires can't read my thoughts, its impossible," she muttered mostly to herself. The soul mate bond really does change things up.
"Don't try and leave," he said getting her attention.
"Excuse me?" she said back.
"Your "slayer" powers really don't have any affect on me so it would be pointless to use it against me. Also, I'm taking you to my headquarters. You will not tell anyone who you are, or talk to anyone. Do you understand?" He asked, as his green eyes turned silver.
Glory didn't respond but just glared back.
"Do you understand?" He yelled, as he grabbed her wounded arm causing Glory to cry out.
"Yes! Let go of me," she yelled back as she tried to hit him but he grabbed her arm and held it down.
"Good," was all he said as he sat back in the seat. Glory glared at him as she held her now throbbing arm.
The car slowly came to a stop and the door opened. One of the guys that had been at the club stood there.
Stepping out of the car, Desmond turned around and held out his hand to Glory. Glory looked down at it then back at him.
Desmond smiled, his
teeth showing. "Take it, you arm will start hurting again if you try to get out
of there by yourself and I rather not feel that for the next few hours."
Glory thought about doing it just to spit him,
just to make him feel the pain but then she realized there was no real
satisfaction to her. Placing her hand into his, Glory reluctantly let him help
her out of the car.
Outside, Glory was met with a 50 story building. It was right in the middle of downtown but Glory noticed that all the people around it where vampires; the security guards to the bell boys to just bystanders.
Desmond didn't wait for her to stop looking and started walking to the entrance. Glory trailed him with heavily armed guards following her.
Inside the building was cool, the floor was a gray marble and the walls were bright red, the art work to say the least was very violent.
Desmond crossed the large entry, the secretaries stopping their work just to stare as he passed. Stepping into a private elevator Desmond pushed the button to close the door causing Glory to jump into the elevator at the last minute barley dogging the heavy metal doors.
Desmond reached into his pocket and drew out his cell phone. "Keep the building locked up tight, their will be retaliation," he said to an unknown person. Glory watched him place the phone back into his pocket, not even showing her the least bit of acknowledgement.
Then it was just the two of them, Glory sat down on the seat that lined the back wall as Desmond stood their.
"Is this your place," she asked trying to make conversation.
He didn't respond. Sighing loudly Glory leaned up against the wall and realized that she was completely sober; she really needed a drink.
The elevator made a beeping sound as they reached the top floor. The doors opened revealing a beautiful entry way. The floor was a tan marble and the walls were the same color; Chandeliers hung everywhere and expensive furniture was strewn about.
Desmond walked ahead as Glory admired the room. It was huge, with ten foot ceilings. She wondered why he had taken her here, she knew she wouldn't be able to escape yet, he knew what she was and she knew she couldn't use her powers against him for some reason.
"Glory," he yelled from the other room.
Turning around, Glory walked into the other room. It was the living room and it had floor length windows lining all the walls; the view was amazing. It was basically the best view you could get of the New York skyline. It reminded her of that vampire's room she had killed awhile back; strange how things like that stick with you.
Desmond stood impatiently on the other side of the room by a dark hallway. His eyes had finally fixed on a green color but annoyance still showed on his face.
"Follow me," he said as he walked down a hallway that lead off from the living not even looking back to see if she followed. Glory glanced down the hallway, wondering where it led. She could faintly see Desmond at the end of the hallway standing outside a door.
Lightly placing a hand on the wall, Glory leaned on it as she walked down the dark path. Her head felt extremely light and her arm had a small throb. She could see light reflecting off Desmond's red hair making it seem like a beacon for her to follow. Reaching him, he pulled out a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked the door.
"This is where you'll be staying," he said as he walked in. He turned on a lamp illuminating the room in a soft glow.
The bedroom was decorated in a modern theme of black. All the furniture was polished steel, no wood in sight. Glory looked around; she seemed so out of place.
"There's food in the fridge and a bathroom over there," he pointed to the opposite wall were a door laid richly disguised with curtains.
"You are not to leave this room, I'll be back later," as he shut the door before Glory could react.
The sound of keys locking and a bolt sliding into place snapped Glory back into reality. Running to the door she banged on it loudly instantly regretting it when her arm started to throb. The door was solid steel, not wood like it looked.
Leaning on the door, Glory turned back to the room. She was trapped; she was too weak to even think about a way of escaping and was positive there were no phones in here so there was no point in looking. Sighing heavily Glory heaved herself off the door and slightly stumbled to the bathroom.
Her arm had blood running down it now and the handkerchief was doing nothing to stop it. Opening the door softly Glory glanced in. The bathroom was completely red with a large Victorian tub on one end. I should have known, she thought. If it wasn't black it would be red.
Walking in, Glory hesitantly took off the bandage, cringing every time she would touch her wound because it would send pain throughout her body. Throwing the handkerchief in the sink, Glory pressed a towel to her cut then took another and wrapped it around. That should do, she thought as she turned back around and walked into the bedroom. New York was still so alive outside; she could see all the car lights and thousands of people on the sidewalk from her window.
Walking to the bed, Glory reluctantly laid down, she knew she shouldn't be sleeping but she couldn't keep her eyes open for much longer and without realizing she fell asleep and all she dreamed about were the greenest green eyes she'd ever seen.