Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using the characters and situations from the movie Chloe. I do not claim any ownership over them. This story is for entertainment only. I am not profiting financially from this story. I would like to thank all those involved for their contribution in creating all that is Chloe. Now upward and onward...

As they go back and forth, trying to reason with each other, struggling for each other's arms, Chloe accidentally pierces her own flesh with her mother's hair pin. Blood oozes down her left hand leaving behind a trademark from one who has sired. Catherine concerned, pleads to Chloe, wanting to take her home. Suddenly Chloe presses the hair pin against Catherine's neck. As she drags it across Catherine's skin, the residue of her own blood drip down Catherine as if she had been freshly bitten. Catherine feels a sensation surge through her body as metal clings to her skin. It's intoxicating. She looks into Chloe's round eyes. The pain of love seems to permeate through them, entering her. "Tell me, tell me what you want," says Catherine, calmly.

Still holding the hair pin against Catherine, digging it into her skin, Chloe seems to be taken aback by the statement. Catherine had been so unwilling initially. She wonders why Catherine would suddenly care about her needs. Looking into Catherine's eyes with her hypnotic stare, she searches further as if trying to see what's behind them. Searching for her. Tears began to flood her eyes. As the warm tears trickle down her face, she whispers, "I want you to kiss me."

It seemed like the air in the room had been sucked out. Like their pasts and futures were held in this single moment. In this moment, it is only the two of them. Their lips meet, and the hair pin relaxes. Chloe clutches Catherine's neck with both of her hands, and then her face, holding on to the kiss as if her life depended on it.

This kiss seems to not be in time or space. It grows passionate. It becomes a symbol. As their lips remained locked, Catherine squeezes her eyes tightly and then relaxes them as if she were releasing herself into the kiss. Escaping the bonds of life for only that moment.

Catherine's son, who is standing silently in the room, looks at them in a sickened confusion. When the kiss comes to a close, Catherine's hands trail down Chloe's arms, their hands unite. Chloe looks intently into Catherine, who is captivated by them. She catches a glimpse of a figure in her bedroom window. As it materializes in her eyes, she sees Michael's reflection. Her first reaction was to push away, but upon realizing that he had seen her and Chloe, she saw no point. She looks at him with apologetic eyes. "Michael," she says, letting go of Chloe's hands, lifting her arm as if to explain.

His face grimaces and begins to fade into rose. He balls his fists and shakes his head, "No! This is so fucked up…You're so fucked up." He runs out of the room.

Catherine sighs heavily. She shakes her head while tears begin to form in her eyes. She looks away. Chloe gently brushes the side of Catherine's face, sympathizing. "I'm sorry," she says.

Catherine looks back at Chloe with tears streaming down her face. "No," she says, softly. "Don't be." She grabs Chloe hand, "Come on…Let me take you home."