The backstory will appear bit by bit through this thing. Enjoy!

"Do you need help with that?" a voice asked as Vicky dropped down to the floor and started to gather her stuff from the ground. She was so clumsy. She didn't even look up; she just kept on gathering all her small artifacts. A couple of bracelets, some nail polish, a small plastic Buddha, she didn't even know why she had it in her bag.

"Nah, it's okay, I'm so clumsy I should learn to watch where I'm going" she replied as she put the last couple of items in her bag and sighed, before she stood up and looked right into the eyes of this tall, dark stranger. His brown eyes were almost glowing, and a quirky smile appeared on his face.

"I do it all the time, I mean, drop things, it's like an obsession" he said and chuckled uncontrollably. Cute she thought. Scott didn't even know why he was so stunned, she didn't look like Kira at all, but the way her eyes looked at him made him shiver.

"Yeah, well, thanks anyways" she replied and smiled, turning to walk out the exit. Stiles walked over to Scott and watched as Vicky walked down the hall.

"Who is that?" Stiles asked, his eyes following her dancing hair falling over her back. Her head turned halfway, and he saw a hint of her profile, making him long to see more.

"Isn't that the girl that was in that accident?" Scott replied, also mesmerized by her looks.

"Yeah I think so, didn't her parents die?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah" Scott answered. He felt bad for her. But then he caught her scent. "She smells incredible" he added.

"I bet she does" Stiles replied, wiping away some drool.

Vicky walked out of the school, her finals were done, she was free. Free to do anything really, but she hadn't made any plans. She hadn't applied for college, she didn't have a job, she was completely broke, but what the hell, she could make it for another month. Anything could happen in a month, right? She could try and apply for some jobs, maybe even take some private classes to get some extra credit. She could do anything.

She walked by the diner on her way home and bought a hamburger with fries to take home, and walked the lonely road to the too big apartment she'd gotten from her parents when she turned sixteen. It was a way of "making her independent". It was bullshit though; they paid everything. That was until three months ago. She lost her parents to a car accident, she was in the back seat playing on her phone when this car came into the wrong lane and drove right into them. They said that her parents died momentarily, but she could still hear her mother's screams.

Party, u in? – Lydia

She thought about it for a second, party meant shopping, and the buying of clothes. Could she even afford that? Vicky opened her wallet and looked at the last fifty bucks she had for the rest of the month. She turned eighteen in a month, which meant that she got the money after her parents.

Sure why not – Vicky

It didn't take long before Lydia replied, she was picking up Vicky at eight, which, in Vicky's favor didn't mean shopping. She sighed in relief and opened the door to her apartment. It was a part of some old buildings at the outer side of town. It was in an industrial area, pretty cheap – and only a few other renters in her building, which meant that she could play loud music as much as she wanted. She put on her favorite spotify playlist, which consisted of mostly indie and alternative music, and started eating her hamburger. It tasted awesome. Most people were cheering over summer break, or even finishing high school, but for Vicky it just kind of reminded her of the fact that she would be totally alone receiving her diploma, and totally alone after the summer.

After finishing up her delicious hamburger she walked over to her closet, which was mostly all over the floor in piles on piles of clothes. She turned up the music a little bit and started looking for tonight's outfit. Lydia was going to hate whatever she put on, so she'd really just stopped caring about what she seemed fit. After a couple of minutes searching through the few clothes that still was in her closet, she suddenly heard some larger knocking on her door. She walked over to the door, but the knocking just kept on going harder and harder. In the fear of the door breaking she yelled "Coming!", but the knocking just continued. Reaching the door she pulled it open and looked right on a guy she hadn't seen before. Green eyes, black hair, muscles from another planet and a scruffy face.

"What can I do you for?" she asked, standing in the doorway in a pair of shorts and her bra. The guy looked at her for a second before he exhaled loudly. He looked pissed. Derek couldn't believe that he was now living in a damn apartment complex. He'd been living completely alone in this building for years, and now this spoiled brat was all up in his business playing loud music.

"Why the hell do you play the music so loud?" he asked, his nostrils moving like a bull seeing the color red for the first time.

"Well, I'm preparing for a party" she replied, the guy didn't answer he just looked at her. She took it as a sign to elaborate. "I always play music this loud, who are you anyways? Haven't seen you here before" she added, looking at the guy with her arms crossed over her chest. She was beautiful. Derek had to admit that. He could even see that she had more muscles than most girls he'd seen these days. More defined muscles than Braeden had when they were dating.

"I've lived here for years, but I haven't been in town for a while" he replied, his muscles had been tense, but now he was easing up. "Can you turn it down please?" he asked, more politely than the first time. He peaked into the apartment and saw that it was a complete mess. The music she was playing was kind of nice, but disturbing at the same time.

"I'll think about it" Vicky replied giving him a half-smile. Something about her smell though, it was off. He'd smelled it before. Was that…? Weed?

"You don't want to come on my bad side" he said with a slightly treating tone. Vicky chuckled and knocked him on his biceps, trying to play it cool, but the guy didn't really take it too well.

"Sure thing werewolf" Vicky replied as she closed the door and went inside again. Yeah, she knew about the whole werewolf, chimera, Kanima, banshee ordeal. First of all, Lydia talked a lot in her sleep, and second of all, she'd seen a couple of things that she probably shouldn't have.

Derek stood outside her door for a while, just looking at the door wondering. What had given him away? How did she know? Was she one too? The weed could have easily tampered with her smell. Nothing could beat weed when it came to scents. It killed everything but itself.

Vicky picked out a t-shirt looking dress, and a pair of black vans. She could pull off that beach-look on her hair, so she went for that. The clock was almost eight, so she turned up the music even louder and felt herself losing it to the music, dancing like a crazy while sipping to a bottle of jack daniels. If she was celebrating, she was doing it her way.

But then there was this knocking sound again, and when she opened the door she found the same guy standing outside almost tripping over the music. She smiled to him and offered the bottle to the guy. After looking at the bottle for a couple of seconds, he took it and drank almost half of it up. Vicky laughed and snatched the bottle from his hands and kept on dancing in her living room.

Derek couldn't understand what this whole ordeal was; was she a werewolf? Or just a simple know-it-all? He needed to know what gave him away. He took the remote and turned down the surround-system and looked at her with all his seriousness.

"How did you know?" he asked, referring to the fact that she called him a werewolf ten minutes ago.

"Your eyes, they give you away" she replied while still dancing to the music. He searched the room for something that could reflect his eyes, were they glowing? "If you were wondering, they're not glowing" she added and chuckled as she collapsed into the couch, almost spilling the bottle.

"Then how?" he asked, now more irritated than amused by her games.

"I can see what's behind those beautiful green eyes wolf" she replied and smiled crookedly.