Derek's POV

Remind me to never listen to Simon ever again. Wait, scratch that. Remind me to never listen to Simon about going out on clubs ever again. I would have never even considered going out with the exception of working out or Changing that is. You see I'm a werewolf, meaning I can turn into a wolf. And that I must say is the most painful experience you could ever imagine. It started out when I was sixteen and now at twenty-four I have grown to manage having control over my Changing. The one thing that haven't changed or grown with me is my personality. I'm really uninterested in people except for my family, which consists of Simon (adoptive-brother), Kit (adoptive-father) and unfortunately Tori (adoptive-half sister). Even though I'm not a biological relative I still consider them as my family, even when I consider Tori as something of an annoyance to me. That's why Simon forced me to accompany him to N'HIT nightclub.

Based on the over-powering music, smoke and the massive crowd of people dancing so close it was hard to breathe. For me, it was ten times worse. The smells and voices were making me insane. I wished that I were home, reading the new advanced mathematics book I got, but I was regretfully here in this club bored to death. Simon on the other hand was having the time of his life with two Caucasian girls on each arm. As for me I was hanging out at the bar, which I found a lot more silenced than on the dance floor. For the record I'm not much of a drinker, but I was feeling dizzy after my third drink. In my defense I was bored, thirsty and stressed by being here. I needed some kind of proof to give Simon that I hadn't left from the second we entered the bar. Knowing Simon would complain and nag on me if I had left without him.

"Hey, is this seat taken?" a female voice asked me. I didn't see her at first, but her voice was sweet and angelic. Probably the only woman who actually talked to me without feeling disgust or sexual attracted to me. When I was sixteen I was big and tall for my age, I would have been mistaken for being older if I didn't have my badly acne problem. And it didn't help that my black hair was hanging over my green eyes or that I had abs that I covered up in big sweatshirts, making people think I was fat. However after the first couple of Changes my skin cleared up and I started to wear t-shirts. Women seemed to fancy me more now for my appearance, but I couldn't care less. All I wanted was peace and quiet life with my family.

"Yeah," I mumbled, and the woman sat down next to me and ordered her drink. I was surprised when I finally got to look at her. She was at least one foot shorter than me with pale skin. Her hair was strawberry blonde that went down to her waist, but what fascinated me the most were her baby blue eyes that made her seem so innocent. I took small glances at her every now and then, and really didn't plan to say anything to her. Somehow she seemed to surprise me when she began a conversation with me as both of us were continuing to drink our liquor.

"By the way I'm Chloe Saunders. You?" she asked. She was looking at me. Not the same way other women did, but honest and sincere. It was a new experience for me, and I felt that I could relax around her.

"Derek Souza," I said, not really hoping for the conversation to continue.

"Do you come here often?" she smiled. But she quickly replied: "You don't have to answer if you don't want too." She probably realized that she sounded like she was flirting with me and got embarrassed over it. I smirked, "No, I was forced here by my brother." She giggled and smiled that sweet smile of hers. "I know what you mean, one of my friends forced me here tonight. I don't normally come to these things." We kept on talking about random things and now considering that we were at a public place. And I realized it really didn't matter if I was with her.

I was getting more dizzy and confused over the environment around me, and the only thing that was perfectly clear was being with her. She had the same dizzy and confused look on her face, probably drunk, but she kept that beautiful and silly smile on her face. I don't know what came over me, I guess since I was pretty drunk it's understandable, but all of a sudden I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. What surprised was she didn't freeze or pull back. Instead she kissed me back. Her lips were soft and they slightly smelled of vanilla flavor. No, it wasn't her lips that smelled like that. It was her scent, and it was making me insane. The kiss evolved from being innocent drunk kiss to a hungrier kiss. My hands that before had been on her shoulders when I first began kissing her had moving down to her waist and hips. While her hands fell on my broad chest. It was just for a minute, for us to catch our breaths. I looked into her blue eyes and asked, "Shall we get out of here?" She responded with standing up and dragging me out of the club. We were totally unaware of that night changed our lives forever.