Author's note: okay so two months have passed runs and hides I'm so sorry for the wait! Please don't hurt me!! I've just had a lack of motivation to write and finally I just made myself sit down and write out this chapter. Good one too I think. This is one of those chapters I really like. So enjoy everybody and I hopefully, knock on wood, will start writing the next chapter soon!

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Chapter 6 of without honor or humanity

As You Were

Glory sat on the giant couch in the living room. It had been one week, four hours, and 30 minutes since she's been stuck inside this damn place. Her Craving for alcohol had gotten worse but in one of her many scavengers hunt she had found an entire cabinet dedicated to liquor.

Now here she was, blissfully drunk and nothing to do. Desmond had been gone for most of the week. Not that she really cared, she hated his guts and she hated what he was doing to her. Any chance he got he would dangle her watcher's life over her head, daring her to try something. But then there were those moments where she would catch him looking at her and she would see something in his eyes. She was never able to identify it but it would make her stop breathing at that moment until Desmond would look away. Those were the only "soul mate" moments she could say they had but other than that she thought the whole bond thing was crap. Desmond wouldn't even give her the time of day, though she couldn't blame him when she had gone through and broken every breakable thing in his apartment. She had noticed that after the third day of her demolition certain objects that she hadn't gotten around to had disappeared suddenly. She felt a small victory against Desmond in those moments.

Her other searches through the house for an escape route had become fruitless. The elevator was shut down and the doors had been sealed shut. They where in the top floor of the building which was no help and all phone lines had been cut off. She had searched through every knock and cranny she could get into, even Desmond's closet, and found nothing. She knew there had to be another way out of this apartment because Desmond would come and go as he pleased through out. She figured it had to be in his office; the one room in the entire penthouse that was always locked. Glory had already tried breaking into there but the door, like a lot of the rest, was sold steel and had huge heavy bolts that would held it in place. The outside already had a few dints in it where Glory had tried to kick it in but never got anywhere. She knew though if she could ever get back there, that's where her escape route would be.

Looking around at all of the liquor bottles, Glory staggered to her feet. She felt lazy and needed to do something, like try to escape again. She hadn't seen Desmond for the past three days and assumed he had left on a business trip or whatever. Grabbing onto the side of the couch, Glory tried walking herself to the hallway and nearly fell four times before she was bale to get her footing correctly; Even then had to lean on the wall for support until she got to the office door.
As if waiting for her it stood there, white and shining, as if showing off to her that she couldn't get in. Glaring at it, Glory sent a clumsy kick into the side of it. It dented slightly and Glory was sure she heard a cracking noising from behind it. She tried again and heard the same noise and a little hope jumped inside of her. The past few days had been the same routine, get drunk and kick the door. It seemed really pathetic when Glory was sober but her progress was showing everyday. The door became less stable looking and more bent in, when she was drunk she could never fell that much pain so she would persist kicking the door until she passed out. Now she could hear the groaning of steel as it was bent out of place further and further. Gathering all of her drunken strength she had, Glory sent one last hard kick right into the side of the door. A loud groan of bent steel echoed through the hallways as the hinges broke off the door. She could see into the office on one side.

Nearly squealing with delight, Glory grabbed the side of the door and started pulling it back; her escape was so close now. She was able to pull it back far enough for her to squeeze in through the side putting her right into Desmond's office. It was dark inside except for the sunlight streaming through, highlighting the dust floating in the air.

"Well well," mumbled Glory as she looked around and smiled; a phone was laying on his desk and a laptop shut and off to the side. She saw the book case with the ancient books on the side of the wall and noticed a rather large framed mirror next to it. How out of place she thought as she walked up and placed a shaky hand on it. Compared to everything else in this office it stuck out like a sore thumb. Glory smiled to herself as she started feeling around it frame, one of the designs pushed in and the mirror slid back into the wall revealing a small elevator. A huge grin spread on Glory's face as she looked in, it seemed her night was going to get a whole lot better.

Turning back to Desmond's desk Glory started shifting through the drawers until she came across a large money pouch. Inside were about twenty crisp hundred dollar bills; grabbing all of them, Glory threw the bag on top of the desk and placed an IOU note on top of it.

On the wall, Glory noticed a few pairs of keys hanging. Grabbing one with a Mercedes emblem on it, Glory walked into the elevator and pushed the button that had a G on it which she could only assume went to the garage.

The ride went swift and quick and Glory only got dizzy a few times; the alcohol was still swimming inside of her. She was curious though where this would take her. She had only seen the lobby of the building and she was more than positive that this one didn't even lead to a public room. She didn't know Desmond's routine so she could only guess when he would show up again. Her luck would be him coming back tonight and finding her gone and his office messed up. Then again it could be worse, him coming back and her being there with his office destroyed.

Leaning against the back of the small elevator Glory noticed the door was a mirror too. She self consciously started fixing her hair, which was messy and she noticed her clothes looked worn; she hadn't really changed since she'd been in the pent house. Desmond did supply her with a whole new wardrobe but she burnt half of it when he gave it to her. Then had to stop when she realized he wouldn't give her any other clothes.

A small beep caught her attention as she looked at the buttons. The G button was glowing and the glass door moved into the wall and revealed a dimly lit parking lot; she had been right. Stepping out carefully, she looked around. It seemed empty and it only held about ten cars; must have been Desmond's private parking, she thought. Pulling the keys out Glory walked up and down the row of cars pushing the unlock button. A silver Mercedes flashed at her and she quickly got in. The interior was a cool black and all the lights glow a soft blue, Glory let her hand run down the steering wheel before starting the ignition.

The engine seemed to make a roaring noise down the empty parking lot and Glory quickly looked around. That noise could have attracted anyone by the volume of it. No one in site she thought, as she threw the car into drive and speed down the long tunnel which lead her right into a back alley of the city.

The noises of New York filled the car and so did the smell of life. God, she actually missed this place. The sun was just setting and she could see the lines for the clubs already getting long. A smile spread across her lips as she passed down the street, the car moved with stealth but the New York traffic was slowing her down. Pulling over Glory parked the car and tossed the keys onto the driver's seat and shut the door. There was going to be a very happy thief tonight, she thought as she walked away. She had already seen the club she wanted to go in. She knew she should have probably gone straight to the Order's headquarters but she was too drunk to care and still hurting from her watchers rejection. She knew she was hardheaded and being stupid but strangely she just didn't care anymore. Maybe it was Desmond influence on her but all she knew was that she just felt like forgetting who she was for the night.

Giving the bouncer a hundred he happily moved the velvet rope to let Glory pass through. The club had lights flashing everywhere and almost reminded her of that first club she had been in when she met Desmond. Glancing up quickly, there where no meeting rooms filled with ancients and no redheads standing in the corner, Glory sighed; Looked like it was going to be a quiet evening after all. Moving onto the dance floor, Glory closed her eyes and started dancing with the crowd. She felt a small swell of heat up the back of her neck and something dark grow in her mind but she paid no attention to it. A guy had brought her another drink and she pushed the weird sensation out of her mind. She quickly gulped it down, numbing her senses once more as her arms slid around his neck as his mouth met hers and she forgot all about the guy with the green eyes.

Desmond's eyes traveled over the mess in his office. The door was bent back so far the top of it almost touched the carpet. The drawers in his desk were all pulled out and his money pouch was on the floor. A yellow post it was on his desk with a very sloppy IOU written on it.

Picking it up, Desmond could smell Glory scent on it. His anger grew as he crumpled the note in his hands. She had left, she had left very drunk. He had known by the stillness in the apartment when he first came in that something wasn't right. He could usually feel her but this time it was different; then the IOU note proved his theories right.

He knew had been gone too long this time. Usually he stayed away for a full day at the max but business had kept him occupied this time and now she was gone. He didn't know where she would run off to first but he sure it wouldn't be fast. He had already noticed his liquor cabinet empty and could smell the staleness of it in the air. She had drunk down three Jack Daniels, he couldn't even do that.

Desmond sighed as he collapsed into his chair. He had a long day and now it seemed like it was going to be longer. Whose ever brilliant idea it was to make soul mates would surly be killed if he ever ran into them. He was already having problems with colleagues running off with theirs and now he was given one; the gods surly must be crazy.

But he was 400 years old! Why now of all times? He hated love as much as he hated witches. It made people weak and he could never be weak. It was too much of a distraction to him to even be in a relationship, even as an immortal he still was running out of time. He had to make sure he stayed strong, eliminate threats, and keep the money coming in, always something to do in such little time.

Then there was the supposed millennium war that never happened. It had every body jumping sides and preparing for battle; a site he had been to familiar with 400 hundred years ago when Scotland and England were at war. Desmond squeezed his eyes shut as he tried pushing back the memories that came pouring through his mind. Flashes of dying friends and families littered across a red field and the screams of the dead filled his senses. He had manage to keep those memories locked up, at bay for the time but now he had lost control as he was transported back to 400 years ago.

He was standing in the middle of a battlefield. Polished armor splattered with blood reflected into his eyes making him squint. He could see his brother, Nathaniel next to him wielding his sword and his father ten feet away doing the same. Everything seemed to be in slow motion as Desmond watched his family and kinsmen fight. Everyone had used to tell Nathaniel and him that they could have been twins if it wasn't for the age difference. They had the same red hair, same face, the only thing different was the eyes. Nathaniel's had been a deep brown while Desmond's had been a clear green. Their father had always been so proud of the two boys; even prouder when they both fought in the war. And now here they stood, together fighting in a battle that would change history.

The people around Desmond seemed not to notice him and looking down he knew why. He saw a mirror; it was himself lying on the floor with a giant gash in his torso. His brother was fighting through the soldiers trying to reach him and Desmond knew what would be happening next. A soldier walked up behind Nathaniel and stuck a sword though his spine and out his chest. Nathaniel froze realizing what was happening. Desmond tried to call out his name but all that came out was blood as he watched his brother fall to the ground and die. He heard a roar then and saw that his father had just witnessed both of his sons fall. Picking up his sword, his father started swinging it wildly; knocking down soldiers that stood in his path until an arrow landed straight into his chest. He had been so close to reaching his fallen sons that some of his blood even splattered on Desmond's face. Desmond raised a hand to his cheek and felt warmness. He had been the first one to fall but had witnessed both his father and brother die first.

He waited after that, he waited for death to come and take him to where his brother and father where at but something else had come instead; A man or so he thought. He woke up days later in a bed, his torso was completely healed and not a scar left. He had an intense hunger that pulled him out of bed and through the house. It was there he met his maker, a man that had come to the village a few times, a collector he called himself. He had learned then everything that had happened to him. How he was changed, what he was and what he could be. Initially he had rejected the gift but in time he came to accept it just like he had to accept that everyone that had been important to him were dead.

Desmond pulled himself out of his memories then. He sat there breathing hard as emotions he hadn't felt for a long time came back. Grief, longing, happiness, emotions he hadn't felt since his family was killed; since he died. He gulped down a huge breath as he tried to regain some control; his hands were shaky and his breathing uneven. It had been years, centuries since he had allowed himself to think about the past and this was why. Glancing at the clock on his desk he saw that an hour had passed. Glory was still gone, out there somewhere in the city. His anger came again, pushing aside the old emotions and refilling his mind. Throwing one more furtive glance at the destroyed door Desmond stood up and walked into the elevator. Tonight he was going hunting.