Wow so finally updated this fic; almost was getting as bad as my Curse of a Hero. Anyways, here's chapter 5 and I was really happy about the feedback for this. So thanks guys; you keep me writing!

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 Curse of a hero is being written and I'm about to start writing the next chapter for fumbling towards ecstasy.

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Sharmeen, hey!  I kind of realized in the last chapter that Glory's personality slipped too. It was kind of my intention to do that but not that much. Glory is going to go through a lot of changes now that Desmond is around. Before she was the lost girl and now she has Desmond who will always be present in her mind and that will greatly affect her personality. So for now on you'll kinda see a change in her and in Desmond, which is just the soulmate bond kicking in!! Thanks again for the review!!

 Hey Jackanory! Always good to see a new face around here! Anywho I'm glad you like my story so far, the first few chapters was just to show you what kind of person Glory was and how she can sometime go a little crazy ( which is shown when she kissed the vamps before killing him) so like you said it was the kitten showing her claws! I also don't like it in stories when the soul mates want each other immediately under circumstances that just wouldn't be possible so thanks for noticing that! enjoy!

Ameena, thanks for the review! It's always nice to know that somebody likes your stories. Like I said before it keeps me motivated to write. So enjoy this chapter!!

Chapter 5

Living Conditions

  Glory sprung from the bed with a start. Her eyes sweeping the room as a pounding headache enveloped her body. Oh god, she thought as she grabbed her head in pain. She only had one drink last night well besides all of the drinks on the plane and at the hotel. But she shouldn't have that much of a hangover; she didn't have that much to drink by her standard.

 Pushing the comforter off of her, Glory slowly climbed out of the bed. At first she had thought she awoken in her hotel room but after a few moments of confusion, realization dawned on her. She was at Desmond's place. Her memories came back from last night, the shoot out, the connection, and of course her passing out. She felt like an idiot.

  The open windows didn't help her cause either. The sun light was pouring through making her wince in pain every time she had to look at them. Raising a hand to her face, it blocked the sun a little. Stumbling towards the bathroom Glory threw water on her face. It knocked her back into reality and the realization that she had been kidnapped…well sort of.

 Glory stared at her reflection in the mirror, rolling her eyes as she thought of last night. She hadn't really helped when she followed Desmond like a lost dog. God she acted like a fool last night, a weak fool but Glory was never weak, never! But something had happened last night, something that made Glory different, maybe it was the bond but she didn't know. Grabbing a towel Glory dried her face quickly and walked out of the bathroom, her eyes immediately when to the steel door. Her arm throbbed as if reminding her of last night.

  He had locked her in here last night, told her not to try escaping but he had much to learn; no one told Glory what to do. A small smile appeared on her face, as a piece of the old Glory appeared, she walked up to the door and planted a kick square into the middle of it. The door went flying off its hinges and into the opposite wall. It felt good to be her. She had managed to push her hangover to that back of her mind, it didn't bug her too much but any sudden movement would still send a sharp pain through her head. Stepping over the remainder of the steel door Glory walked down the long hallway. It surprised her to find it emptied. She had expected to find a couple of armed guards at least stationed at her door but there where none. Shrugging it off, Glory kept walking down the rest of the hall; she remembered that it led to a living room.

 Her senses were running on high, listening for anyone or anything out of the ordinary. She had been in vampire's houses before; they had been powerful lamias that always had security around. But this place, this place was empty; no one was around nobody at all. Glory crept into the living room, her footsteps not even making the tiniest sound. Her nerves though, they were as active as ever. She couldn't sense anybody or even hear the shuffling of feet which was more than odd.

  The living room was very dark, Glory realized. It was a great contrast from her room that had been glowing with all of the sun light. Her hangover let her know of its presence once again by sending a sharp pain through her head. It came on her so fast that Glory swayed a little and had to grab onto the wall for support.

"Gees," she muttered as she rubbed her head. I would kill for some Tylenol. A small smile came over her face as she thought of her comment. Shaking her head Glory tried to put herself back on track but realized it was a mistake when the pain swelled up again.

 Edging her way out into the living room, Glory surveyed her surroundings. On the back of one of the rather expensive chairs a jacket was thrown causally on it. She knew she hadn't or was not alone.  Her eyes narrowed as she instantly went on guard, she knew there was something fishy about this place. Glancing around Glory could see the Shiny elevator doors waiting for her but once again no guards wee watching them.

 Either this person is rather stupid or is playing some type of game, she thought as she slowly started walking towards the elevator. She had plastered herself against the wall as she made her attempt at escape. If there had been guard it would have made her job a lot easier but the fact that there weren't made her more nervous than anything else.

  The foyer stood empty to as she quickly crossed it and pushed the small silver button next to the doors but they didn't light up. Glory looked down at the button, her eyes narrowing even more. She started jabbing it wildly until fed up just slammed her fist into it. No escape from there she thought, as she turned back around. She knew the noise should have drawn some attention but no one came running up but before she was about to relax a voice came shooting down the hallway.

  "I want them all killed," echoed down the hallway.

Glory threw herself up against the wall again. She looked down the hallway to see where the voice had come from and saw a patch of light falling on the floor from an open door. "Don't come up, I have somebody here," floated down the hallway.

 This caught Glory's attention more than the other comment had. This person knew she was here and didn't seem to care.

 Well then, someone needs to learn my name, she thought as she cautiously started walking down the hall. She could see slightly into the room and saw heavy metal shelving on one whole side of the wall. On it were books that looked so old that they were bound to fall apart if someone had merely breath on them.

   Peeking around the corner and into the office Glory saw to her surprise, Desmond. Her mind went blank, not expecting this. She had wanted to forget him, like last night had not happened at all but there he was, as real as death itself.

  He was standing by the window; He had black pants on and a matching jacket. From what she could see from his profile he had a white button up shirt on but the top five buttons were undone. From the windows the sunlight was coming in, bouncing off his red hair, making it glow and his eyes. Oh god she nearly forgot about his eyes, they were so green, so clear, and so beautiful.

 Desmond must have sensed her because his eyes turned to hers but there was no surprise. Glory almost was taken back by this; he didn't even seem to care that she was there. Her surprise turned to arrogance as she strutted into his office and sat down in one of the chairs across from his desk. This time though, Desmond was surprised at her actions.

   "I have other priorities to attend to," he said briskly into the phone then hung up.

 He sat down at his huge desk, Glory watched him steadily, she was unarmed but she didn't know if he was. She sat back in her chair her arms crossed and her feet casually crossed together on top of his desk. She knew this would tick him off.

  "Good morning Ms. Marcellus," he said flatly as his gaze swept over her boots that where on his desk.
  Glory cocked her head to the side, "Unlock the elevators so I can go," even she couldn't deny the steel in her voice.

 Desmond stared at her then leaned back in his own chair, "and why would I do that? Better yet you are in no position to make demands. Besides I don't think I would be able to after what you just did to them," he said halfheartedly.

  Glory stared at him hard; did he not know he was talking to a slayer? "Unlock the doors or I'll…"

  "You'll do what," he said interrupting her as he sat up in his chair and looked her in the eyes.  "I've heard plenty of threats to hold three lifetimes, so please continue, you'll do what?"

Glory couldn't help it, she was shocked and she knew she showed it. She never had a vampire talk to her like that before and never would.

 Desmond let and arrogant smile appear, "a loss of words? That's a first." 

 Glory merely stared at him.

"Well now that you're here we can talk about our earlier conversation, you haven't seemed to grasp the rules around her yet. You will be staying in the guest bedroom until otherwise," his gaze sweeping her body. "You will not interfere with my business or try to play hero, and you will obey me slayer or you will pay."

 This kind of knocked well shoved Glory off the edge. This was the first time she has lost her temper, usually she let the other person do it but this vampire knew what buttons to push. No one ever threatened her, not without a stake protruding through their heart. But before Glory could jump up from the chair Desmond was already in front of her.

 He had her pinned in the chair, his legs against hers and his hands holding hers down. His face was inches from her and his eyes, a silver color.

 "You think you can take me slayer? I've seen 400 years of war, fighting and backstabbing and you think you can take me," his words were laced with an underline steel.

  Glory glared at him as a small smile passed over her lips. She saw a glint of surprise in his eyes as he realized what she was going to do. Before he could react Glory had thrown her full body weight into him knocking him back and across his desk. In matter of seconds Glory had jumped on the desk, her foot aiming for his face but he rolled off just in time.

  He quickly stood up but didn't have time to recover from the attack before Glory jumped on top of him knocking him on the floor again. But he was more prepared this time and threw her off of him. Glory landed right on his desk, her head taking most of the fall.

   "ENOUGH," he nearly yelled as he grabbed her hands and held them down. Glory tried to push herself up but he held.

"Get Off Of Me," she yelled back as she thrashed about underneath him. She was trying to move her legs so that she could kick him off her but he had her pinned completely. 

 "I don't think so, now you will stop this," he said back as he leaned up a little from her.

 "Threatening me now," she spat back as she tried to get out of his grasp.

  "You will or Ms. Kensington will die," he said back with little emotion in his voice.

Glory stopped struggling immediately and stared open mouth at him.

 "That is her name isn't it? Your precious watcher," he said back in a menacing voice.

 "I'll take your stunned silence as a yes," he said as he let up some of the pressure he was applying to her.

 "You can't you wouldn't be able to find her even if you knew where she was," she said back in anger.

 Desmond looked down; his eyes had turned back to their natural green, "really now?"

Glory glared back.

 "You see it's a curious thing," as his free hand typed something into the computer on his desk; one of the few things that didn't get knocked off during the little fight. "I can find her right now."

 A small screen popped up on the computer as a live feed started playing. It was outside a building and a woman had just walked out of it. It was her old watcher, she realized as dread seeped through her.

 "Now are we going to play nice," he said as he loosened his grip on her? "because if you don't I have a few men on stand by in New Orleans right now, and on my orders will kill her."

 Glory grudgingly nodded her head as he let go of her and took a step back.

   "Now that wasn't to hard was it," he said mockingly.  

 Glory sat up on the desk and glared at him, "watch it vampire."

"Oh now its vampire? I heard you earlier using my name," he said as he bent over and picked up a few papers that had been thrown on the ground.

Glory wanted to hit herself; she forgot he could read her mind. She was use to the privilege of not having anyone able to read her mind.

 "Shut up," she said menacingly as she hoped off his desk and walked around it. "You may think you have me trapped, but you don't know me you don't know what you got yourself into. No one ever threatens me and gets away with it," Glory shot back as she turned to walk out of the office.  

 "That hurts so deeply soulmate," he said to her retreating form, making her stop in her tracks. The way he had said it made her heart run cold.

 Glory held her head high and walked out of the office but before she did she kicked over a rather expensive vase onto the marble floor, sending it flying into a thousand pieces. If he was going to hold her here she was sure as hell not going to make this easy and she might as well start with all of his precious belongings.

 Through the bond she could feel Desmond's annoyance; he knew what she was doing and Glory was glad. A tiny smile crept onto her face as she spotted the dinning room and its filled china cabinets.