Author's Note: I would like to let you know that this is the first time I've ever attempted a Teen Wolf story. And due to the rush I am currently in to get this up (it's 11 pm right now and I have to be up in 6 hours for work), this chapter is unedited. I would love to see what you think of this story so far. Also, I always forget to describe my Ocs outfits, so if you go to my profile and click on the polyvore link, you can find Kaylani's outfit. Please let me know if anything feels rushed, but know that more will be explained about Kaylani, who she is, what she is, and how she knows Derek in the next chapter. Also, yes this is going to be a Stiles/OC story. Probably rated M for violence and other themes.

I'd also like to point out that I'm posting this the same week the corresponding episode aired. This means that I do not know where this story will lead, so I will probably be changing some facts here and there as the tale progresses. Please, have patience with me, I just really liked the idea I have in my head for this story and I hope Kaylani will be a good addition to the events that are to come.

The beat of the music could be felt in my veins as I moved through the crowd of dancing teens. I knew next to no one here. I was the new girl. An outcast. And I hadn't seen my cousin in about half an hour. But after I finished my second drink, I cared less about knowing anyone here and cared more about dancing.

God, I loved to dance.

The sudden wave of thirst hit me hard, so I sent my random dance partner an apologetic smile and ducked out of the mass of moving bodies, weaving through the dancing crowd towards the drinks. Towards the center of the crowd, in a slightly open space, stood two guys and a girl that, like the majority of those around me, I didn't know. But there was something about one guy, the one with short brown hair in a striped t-shirt. He was waving his hand as he talked to the other boy and the girl, but she couldn't hear it over the music pounding in her ears.

But still, when I looked at this stranger, something in my head clicked. What I did next was completely out of my character, which was probably due to the two very strong drinks I'd consumed, but I walked right up to the ranting stripe-shirt boy and, when he'd paused and looked at me, I leaned in, standing on the tips of my toes, and planted a kiss firmly on his cheek. When I pulled away about two seconds later, I let out a small laugh. My lips had been painted a bright blue that glowed in the blacklight, so where I had kissed him was marked clearly. And the shocked expression on his face, completely with wide eyes and gaping mouth, was priceless.

I smiled at him and patted his shoulder as I moved to walk past him, feeling him turn to follow me. After a few steps, I glanced over my shoulder to look back at him. My smile grew to see he was still watching me, practically frozen with his jaw dropped in complete surprise. For added measure, I sent him a wink and gave a small wave before turning forwards again, moving towards where they were serving drinks.

It must have only been a minute or two, but when the water bottle I'd grabbed from the small tub filled with ice water and bottled water was half empty, I heard a voice behind me.

"Hey!"

Turning, a smile spread across my face as I recognized the stranger I'd kissed on the cheek looking right at me, a somewhat nervous grin on his face. "Stripes!" I responded, turning fully to him.

Confusion spread across his face for a moment before he glanced down at his shirt and chuckled. Looking back up at me, he grinned again and opened his mouth. "Actually, it's Stiles." He said, just loud enough for me to hear him clearly over the pounding music.

I blinked at the name, head tilting to the right a bit. "Stiles?" Well, that one was new. The guy must have read my confused look wrong, for suddenly he was frowning and looked pretty nervous. I laughed softly, smiling at him and took a step closer, so I didn't have to shout too loudly. "I love it!"

"Really?" He asked, shocked once again. I nodded in response and, with my free hand, pointed to myself.

"Kaylani."

A single eyebrow raised, and when the next word left his lips, I felt a small fluttering in my stomach. "Kaylani." He was testing out the name, as I had with his, and as soon as he smiled at me, I returned it. "Cool."

I laughed a bit, suddenly not knowing what to say. This kid, Stiles, when I got a good look at him, he was actually pretty cute. And cute in a manly way, not cute like a puppy.

"Wanna dance?" I found myself asking. I'd gotten my water, thirst quenched, and was ready to get back out on the dance floor. Only now, I might be able to know the name of the person I was going to be dancing with.

Stiles blinked a few times, contemplating the idea for a couple moments before he nodded once. "Sure!"

I smiled and set my water on the table, knowing that it would simply get lost and forgotten, or drank by some drunken person who didn't realize that it wasn't theirs. With my hands now free, I grabbed both of his and pulled him out onto the dance floor with a smile.

Once we found a spot where we could dance without being constantly pressed against other people, we started to move. He wasn't the greatest dancer, but I found myself laughing at his awkward moves. Stiles seemed to be the quirky type, might even be a little twitchy when he didn't have a reason to move. Something about him screamed ADHD, but I loved it.

After a few songs of just doing whatever, the music changed to something that, if played in a club, would result in grinding and sexual frustration. It wasn't really my cup of tea, but when Stiles took my hand in his, I didn't resist when he pulled my body up against his. He was lean, with just enough muscle to suggest he played a sport of some kind. My guess was lacrosse, since that was Beacon Hills' favorite sport.

His hands had moved themselves to my hips, but I didn't really mind. So long as some perv didn't come up behind me to start against my backside, I was okay with this. Besides, Stiles wasn't even doing any sort of grinding. Instead, he was swaying like we were at some school dance with a teacher watching over us.

I smiled up at him coyly. "What, not interested in laying claim?" I asked loudly, making sure he could hear me.

Stiles suddenly seemed very awkward and worried. "Do you want me to?" He asked.

I shook my head, wrapping arms around his neck. One of my hands ran through his hair, enjoying the softness of it. With my palm against the back of his head, I gently pushed, letting him know I wanted him to lower himself slightly. He obliged, so I didn't have to move myself upwards too much to talk in his ear. "I think I've got it covered."

He turned his head to look at me in confusion as I pulled away slightly. I smiled in response and leaned in, kissing him fully on the mouth for the first time.

Now, I wasn't the sort of girl that believed in fireworks going off when you had a great kissing partner. For one, they never went off when I'd kissed guys in the past, and secondly, it was all too cliché for me. But kissing Stiles, stranger to me or not, was different. There were no fireworks, don't get me wrong – he's a great kisser, but when he started to kiss back, it was like electricity had replaced my blood, starting at my lips.

I pulled away slowly, smiling at him as every cell in my body seemed to hum. We'd been dancing for about 20 minutes now, my buzz induced by alcohol had disappeared. I was ready for another drink, and I said as much.

"Sure, I'll grab us some." He shouted over the music, grinning. "Head over to the stairs in the corner, I'll meet you there."

At my nod, he started to make his way back towards the drinks. With a smile on my face, I weaved through the mass of teenagers around me, ducking away from a few guys, and girls, that tried to get me to dance with them. It was easy to evade them, especially when I'd really rather get a chance to actually talk to this Stiles guy.

I had just sat down on the stairs, seated high enough so I could watch the entire room, when Stiles was appearing through the crowd. He grinned when he spotted me, holding up two bottles as he joined me on the stairs, lowering himself onto the step just below mine. "Hope beer's fine." He stated, handing me one of the bottles.

"It's fine." I said, reassuring him with a kiss on his jaw. I felt him chuckle as I pulled away. "You have a bottle opener?"

He glanced at me, a thoughtful look on his face before he nodded sharply. "Yeah, yeah I do." He handed me his bottle, which I took without question, so he could dig into the pocket of his jeans. He produced a set of keys, said bottle opener attached to the main ring. Turning his entire body towards me, he popped the caps off of the bottles as I held them.

I glanced at the keys as I took a swig of my beer, Stiles slipping his bottle from my other hand. Once it was free, I reached over and pulled one of the keys away from the rest of the bunch. It had a spotted glowing substance on it, causing me to tilt my head so I could speak in Stiles' ear.

"You have phosphors on you keys." I commented before sipping at my beer again.

He swallowed the mouthful of beer he'd just taken and looked at his keys curiously. "Huh." I barely heard him say.

While Stiles looked at his keys, obviously confused on how the substance had gotten there, I reached up to run my fingers through his hair, smiling a bit. He turned towards me, earning a soft smile. Grinning back, he leaned forwards slightly before hesitating.

I rolled my eyes and closed the distance between our mouths, kissing him with a bit more earnestness than I had on the dance floor. He was quickly kissing me back, resting the arm that was holding his beer on a step a bit higher up as he leaned into the kiss. I hummed, smiling against his lips. The electricity running through my veins was back, and the only way I could really describe it was: invigorating.

But then suddenly he was pulling away, face scrunched up in thought. I sat straight, blinking at him as he gave me an apologetic look.

"Sorry…but what are phosphors?" He asked, holding up his keys.

I blinked once more before looking at them. "Ah, well phosphors are substances that glow in certain lighting. You can find them in a few different things in your daily life. It's in our bones for example, that's why our teeth glow. Same with this." I explained, smiling at him as I touched the glowing paint that had transferred from my lips to his while we kissed. He licked his lips quickly before smiling back hesitantly, as if lost in thought, before he leaned down and kissed me again.

This time, it didn't last as long. I'd just closed my eyes when I felt him pause again. I pulled back, letting out a sigh.

"How did I get phosphors on my keys?" He asked, looking at me as though I had the answers.

I merely shrugged and shifted a bit so that I could rest my head on his shoulder. "Don't know, have you been handling any chemicals lately?"

"No I, I haven't…" I saw his frown out of the corner of my eye and turned my head so I could look at his face better. He had a contemplating look in his eyes, one that I knew quiet well. He had questions that I couldn't answer, so he was about to run off to figure it out himself.

"Hey Stiles."

"Hmm?" He looked down at me, bringing our faces fairly close together.

"Where's your phone?" I asked, shifting slightly to kiss his jaw before pulling away so he could dig it out of his jean pockets, if he had it.

One of his hands went to his pocket, as I'd predicted. "Umm, why do you want my phone?" He asked hesitantly.

I smiled at him, leaning close again so that my lips brushed against his ear as I spoke. "I'm giving you my number." I told him.

Stiles' eyes widened and he hastened to pull out his phone, handing it to me. I smiled as I quickly found my way to his contacts, adding my information to it. "There," I said, handing it back to him, "now you call me whenever you want. I'm not a booty call, but I'd really like to see you again."

"Seriously?" He asked after a few moments, looking up at me from his phone with a look of shock on his face.

"Seriously." I smirked, kissing him on the lips briefly. "No go run off and do what it is you've got to do."

Stiles started at me for a few moments in wonderment before he chuckled, shaking his head as he returned his phone to his pocket. "I will definitely call you." He said, grinning like a fool as he kissed me one last time before standing, leaving his untouched bottle of beer on the stairs. "Now don't get too drunk." He exclaimed, pointing a finger at me as he slowly made his way down the stairs. "I don't want to hear that this crazy, gorgeous girl who for some reason wants to see me again got killed in an accident because she drove home drunk!"

I laughed, shaking my head. "No promises!" I called jokingly, grinning wider when he shook his head. "And Stiles?"

"Yeah?" He looked up at me, smiling widely.

"Good luck."

He watched me for a few moments before smiling more and waving, one of his fingers looped through the key ring. I waved back before he turned around, smiling widely. When I'd moved to Beacon Hills, I hadn't expected such a quick connection with anyone, much less a guy. But there was something about Stiles, something that drew me in like a moth to a flame.

I took a sip of my warming beer, watching him make his way through the crowd towards the exit. As soon as he was out of sight, the grin left my face as my eyes scanned the crowds. I only counted four heads of those I was looking for, which wasn't right. There should have been eight. Two of those four heads started to make their way out towards an exit that, from the sign next to the door that I had spotted earlier, lead up to the roof. A few minutes after they'd disappeared, the last two go out another exit. An unsettling feeling plants itself in my gut as I pick at the label on the beer bottle in my hands.

"Just a little longer." I whisper, the sound of my own voice not even reaching my ears over the music.

It probably wasn't even ten minutes until it started. First there he was, entering the loft with a very unhappy expression on his face. It was familiar to me, just slightly, for I'd seen it once before, about three years ago.

Derek Hale pushed his way towards the DJ's table, scowling as he was continuously bumped and jostled by dancing teens. I smiled in amusement, watching as the bouncer continued to deny Derek a chance to speak to the DJ. That wouldn't stop him though, and sure enough, Derek soon had the DJ table on the floor, the music cutting off suddenly.

The crowd turned silent for a moment before Derek shouted "GET OUT", the words echoing throughout the loft. The teens stood frozen in silent disbelief for a moment, the sudden quiet shocking after the continuous beat of the music, then suddenly they were pushing their way out, quickly clearing the loft.

I stood and stretched, leaving my beer on a step. I removed the white fedora from my head and set it down as well, knowing it was about to get in the way. I made my way through the thinning crowd, smiling when Derek glanced at me, looked away, then turned back with shock on his face.

"How-"

I held up a hand, silencing him. "Not important at the moment." I stated with a smile, then pointed at a figure through the almost disappeared crowd. In fact, there were five identical figures throughout the loft, left standing there when the crowd had disappeared, leaving behind those five, myself and Derek, as well as the four others plus two females. "May I?" I asked quietly, raising my hand towards Derek.

"Go for it." He responded, holding out his arm. I felt the energy fill me as soon as I made contact with his bare arm.

A few of those that weren't the demonic warriors standing in the room shot me a confused look before turning back to the warriors. They'd worry about me later, I knew, but for now, we all had something else to worry about.

As one, the five warriors turned towards one of the twins. With the black light still on, the paint covering his chest glowed in an interesting, almost tribal-like pattern in your standard neon green color. When the five figures turned to him, a look of worry and slight fear appeared on the wolf's face.

"Guys, why are they looking at me?"

But no one responded. Instead, growling could be heard from directly to my left, Derek, and a male my age standing about two yards to my right. I smirked a bit, feeling my face change a bit as I started growling myself.

If someone had stood directly in front of me, with knowledge of the supernatural world, they wouldn't be able to explain what they were seeing. My face morphed in the general style of a female werewolf, but because I was borrowing the abilities, my eyes weren't shining your standard werewolf color.

No, when one looked at my eyes, they were met with a vibrant, glowing purple.

Derek roared from my left before leaping towards the nearest warrior. I quickly followed, counting the seconds I had until I was merely human again in my head. But that didn't matter. If I could make contact with one of these warriors, I could know exactly what they were. Maybe even learn what they wanted here in Beacon Hills.

Unfortunately, it seemed as though they knew what my intentions were. The one warrior I focused on dodged every single attack with an eerie grace. I roared at him in frustration, my time slowly trickling away. I had less than a minute left, and I needed just one second of contact to get a reading.

The sounds of a fight came from all around, and as the number I was counting down slowly grew smaller and smaller, it was like time slowed down. I made a swipe at the warrior, a single claw scrapping his mask. That wasn't enough, it didn't last long enough, and that was the closest I got.

'0.' I counted in my head, feeling my werewolf features melt away. Next thing I knew, I was being thrown back by an invisible force, a gasp leaving my lips when my back came in contact with a brick wall.

My world went black before my feet made contact with the floor.