Chloe flopped on her bed, totally exhausted from hours of shooting. Her arms had ached for a short time from the kick back. She expected it to still hurt, and although it didn't due to her fast healing body, she still felt the same tired feeling as if it did. In fact, her body wasn't really sore at all. She just wanted to sleep. A power nap, as Felicity had said earlier in the day. A power nap and then dinner. And then, her first hunt. She was excited and nervous for tonight.

She peeled her hunting gear off and threw it on the floor. She momentarily thought about Gregory having to pick it all up later, but then she thought about the fact that he was probably spying on her for the Pope and she didn't feel so bad. In fact, she thought, it serves him right. She snuggled deeply into the soft duvet and fell asleep instantly.

She dreamed of vampires: their quick movements, their strength and their hunger. She also dreamed about her mother's embrace and her father's laughter. She dreamed about Derek and their wedding day that would never happen. She dreamed about her future. Or, at least, what could have been her future. The future that was stolen from her. The one she would never have.

She woke up with tears running down her cheeks. She looked at the clock, which told her she had about an hour before dinner started. She was famished. She looked over to her fridge and decided it needed to be raided. She wiped the tears from her cheeks and jumped out of bed. She opened the fridge and took out some bread, left over chicken and all the ingredients that would make for a delish sandwich. As soon as it was whipped together she took a huge bite. As she chewed she reflected on the life that might have been. Kids, husband, house, job. She had wanted all of that. She sniffed. Now all she had was revenge.

She shrugged a little bit. That wasn't true. She had really good friends. I mean, she thought, they've only been my friends for about a day, but they seem pretty good. They would fight together, laugh together. They were basically her life companions. And she would life forever, from the sounds of things. I guess I'd better keep my friends happy, she reflected, because they're gonna live forever, too. She knew she needed to give it more time, but she felt like she'd made a good start with them and she was glad she had them.

She went to her closet for the third time today and opened the door expecting to see another set of hunting clothes. To her dismay, she did not see another set. She frowned. Did they expect her to wear the same sweaty gear day after day, hour after hour. She was the kind of gal who changed several times a day. One outfit would not do. She went to the door and opened it up. She peered around the door frame and saw Gregory standing there.

"Hey, Gregory?" she asked in a light voice.

He glanced over and saw her head poking out. He grinned at her. "Yes, Chloe?" he asked.

"What are the chances of getting a few more sets of hunting gear?" she asked as she wriggled her eyebrows at him.

"Pretty good, actually. I was going to bring you a fresh one tomorrow," he said.

"I think I'm gonna need a couple a day, actually. I sweat a lot during workouts. And then, you know, nap. I don't want to put sweaty clothes on after I nap."

He thought for a moment and seemed to agree. "I'll be back in a few minutes. I'll see if the nuns have your second one ready."

Chloe smiled gratefully and closed the door. She flopped on the bed while she waited for his return. She noticed, for the first time, a phone beside the bed. She picked it up and it rang into her ear.

"Hello, front desk, how may I direct your call?" came a voice on the other end.

"Can I please speak with Quinn?" she asked, unsure of what to say.

"Quinn from the Red Guard?"

"Yes, please," confirmed Chloe.

"One moment please," came the voice. Chloe heard the phone start to ring again.

"Hello?" came Quinn's voice.

"Hey! It's Chloe," she said.

"Oh, hi, Chloe. I was just getting up. What are you doing?"

"Just waiting for Gregory to bring me some more hunting gear," she answered. "Can we call anywhere with these phones?" she asked.

"No, only within Vatican City, I'm afraid. You shouldn't call home anyways, Chloe. Your family will be looking for you and you don't want them to trace a phone call to Vatican City. Things would get too messy."

"I wasn't going to call home," she said guiltily.

"Yes, you were. It's okay. All of us go through a phase where we want to contact our families. You can't. You just have to let them come to terms with their loss. And you have to come to terms with yours as well," he said. Chloe suddenly regretted calling Quinn. She should have just called home. She grunted softly into the phone. "See you in ten?" he asked.

"Sure," she whispered.

"And Chloe?"

"Yeah?"

"You get two sets of hunting gear. They don't smell and are quick drying. I bet you wouldn't even know you'd worn your other one if you put it back on. Trust me. You don't need more than two."

"Fine," she muttered. She hung up the phone just as she heard a knock at the door. She opened it a crack, expecting Gregory to repeat what she'd just heard from Quinn. But instead she saw Gregory holding another outfit.

"It was ready to go. I think I've got a line on another, too," Gregory said with a big smile. "Do me a favour and don't tell your friends. I had to pull some strings to get an extra. I'll have them steamed on a regular basis for you."

Chloe was touched and tears filled her eyes as she took the extra outfit. "Thank you, Gregory."

"No worries, Chloe," he said with soft eyes. "I will do my best to get you whatever you need."

She smiled again. She held the clothing with both hands. She lifted one sleeve up to him, "Thanks," she said. She closed the door and leaned against it. It was good to know that he would always be loyal to the Pope first, but she would always consider him to be a great friend of hers anyways.

She looked at the clock as she walked back over to the love seat. It was time to go for dinner. She laid the clothing on the bed and picked up the other gear up off the floor. She slowly hung up her first outfit and closed the closet door. She fingered the stitching on her second set, contemplating her situation. She looked at the door and thought about Gregory. Her eyes travelled to the phone as she thought about Quinn. Her life had changed. But it was still hers. And she would live it the way she wanted to, not the way the Pope wanted her to.

For now she was going to observe and learn as much as she could. But she was going to change this world that she found herself living in. She just needed to figure out how to change it. And with whom. She was confident she would figure it all out.

She slowly pulled her hunting gear over her body. She walked to the door and followed the smell of food. It was easy enough with her growling stomach.

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A/N  What do you think Chloe is going to do? And how? Let me know what you think and don't forget to vote! <3