this is dangerous | TRELANEY <3

[TRENT CARSON WAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= style, width: 420px; background-color: 888888; border: 10px solid #343138; padding: 2 2 2 2px;] cause this is torturous electricity between both of us and this is dangerous cause i want you so much (laney) (lots) (wearing: click) (fjdkfjasifid) He was going to kill those rat bastards. Rip their damn heads off. It would have been an understatement to say Trent was beyond pissed. He actually couldn't remember the last time he'd been this absolutely furious. It was no small secret what the werewolf thought of hunters. Scum of the earth and deserved to have their butts handed to them on a silver platter, something he was all too happy to oblige them in doing if they ever crossed paths. Which had happened more than a few times in his twenty-six years. Yep, he'd tangled with some good ones, been given a run for his money a time or two even. Then of course there were the ones that proved to be more child's play than anything. A thought which almost made his lips twitch in a smile thanks to the certain blonde haired ghost that instantly popped into his head. These ones though, they had been in a brand new category all their own. A lot of hunters tended to be all brawn and very little brain. Or there'd be one with a brain but the rest fudged things up and pretty much negated any sort of real threat they might have been. Problem with that plan though was his brute strength was always greater than theirs. Which had always ended up in werewolf one, hunters zero. This time the tables had been completely turned. They'd been organized, fast and very, very good at what they were did. Trent honestly wasn't even sure they were what you'd actually call 'regular' hunters. In fact they put the rest to shame in terms of their weapons and preparedness. More like the Navy Seals of hunters. It hadn't seemed like there was one moment they hadn't planned for or a situation they couldn't adapt to. The almost ironic part was Trent hadn't actually gone out looking for trouble tonight surprising as that might have been. His cousin, Cameron, had texted him earlier that afternoon asking if he wanted to hang out, grab a beer or two later on or something. It had been a few weeks since he'd seen the kid and seeing as he and his sister, Harper, were pretty much two of a select few members of his family he actually liked and got along well with he had readily agreed to the plan. They had met up at some dive bar in downtown Manuka, the smokey haze filled type with a killer pool table and beat up jukebox. Damn near perfect way to end the day in Trent's mind. The pair had actually ended up sticking around at the place longer than planned, not that either of them ever really planned anything. Not when winging it usually ended up being so much more entertaining. Which in this case started out as who could get the best three out of five in pool but eventually turned into seeing who could do the craziest trick shots until Cameron broke one of the light fixtures on the wall. Busting their asses out of the place before the owner discovered who made the mess the pair had ended up wandering towards the outskirts of the city. Certainly not the nicest part of Manuka but it wasn't was as if either of them were really worried about that seeing as they were the threats here. Or so they thought at least. One second they were by themselves and the next there were five figures dressed in black surrounding them, all armed and making that fact very obvious. Trent and Cameron might have had the upper hand in terms of strength and reflexes but even that would only go so far against a group this size. His first instinct was to shift and get an even bigger advantage but they were faster than he'd anticipated and were attacking before he or Cam could even make a move to wolf out on them. Two hit Trent together, one with a nasty looking silver (or so he guessed) dagger that was slashed through the air and caught him across the chest as he moved to avoid it. The instant burning sensation proved his guess was right and a hiss of pain escaped his lips. Pissed, he lunged back and sent the knife wielder sliding across the ground. Obviously not appreciating this, the second of his attackers launched a kick that caught him hard in the side thanks to what felt like the steel toed boots they were wearing. His groan of pain turned into something of a growl as he deflected the second attempt at taking him down, grabbing a hold of the man's arm and twisting it behind his back until the bone snapped. The action brought the hunter to ground screaming in pain, giving Trent a chance to locate Cameron. He'd was on the ground cornered by the three other members of this hunter group and they seemed pretty sure of themselves, a couple chuckling cruelly as they kicked at him. Now there were plenty of things you could call Trent Way, selfish asshole being one of them, and normally he looked out for number one above anyone else. However, there was one thing you did not do and that was mess with his family. Charging them he grabbed two from behind and slammed them down to the ground before they knew what was even happening before dispatching the third with a punch to the jaw. It was enough to give him time to haul Cameron to his feet before shoving his cousin back towards the main city. "Run! Get out of here!" He ordered him sharply. That was all the time he was given before the hunters came back at him but this time he'd been expecting it and had that moment he needed to shift before they could stop him. It caught them off guard long enough for him to attack first, bringing one to the ground but that was all the farther he got before two of the others jumped him, the bite of their knives cutting through even his thick fur. Knowing this wouldn't end well if he stuck around any longer Trent took advantage of his quicker movements to break free of the group and took off at a full on sprint towards the woods that spread out beyond the city. Given his speed he figured he would soon be safely out of their range and could circle around and head back into the city. Still running at a breakneck pace all he felt was a sharp sting before he was brought to a sudden and abrupt stop that had him flipping onto his back so fast it knocked the breath from his lungs. Half stunned, he scrambled to get back on his feet and that's when he discovered what it was that had stopped him in the first place. Wrapped tightly above his front left paw was a thin, razor sharp wire. He wasn't sure who had set the snare, the hunters who had attacked him or someone else entirely but it was very clearly intended to hold tightly onto it whoever was unfortunate enough to get snagged by it. He'd started pulling automatically in an attempt to get free which had only resulted in making the metal wire dig deeper into his flesh and he gave a high pitched yelp. He cringed inwardly at the way it echoed loudly through the air only to be answered by the sound of voices yelling. Damn it! Pushing back the panic that was starting to fill his chest he sniffed around to find where the snare was embedded into the ground, digging quickly in the hopes of freeing himself that way but quickly discovered it was down way too deep in the ground. The voices were getting closer and left with little other options he pulled against it frantically, jumping and clawing until it suddenly snapped a few inches away from his leg. He wasted no time in high tailing it out of there, ignoring the pain, and half an hour later finally found himself entering the city limits again. By this point he had a pronounced limp and was pretty sure his foot was going to fall off, which might not have been so bad right then either. Thankfully his apartment wasn't too far from there and he had done this enough times to know the quickest paths to go where he was least likely to be spotted. Breathing a sigh of relief as his building loomed ahead, he padded silently around to the back, patting himself on the back for having his own little secret way into the basement when coming in the front entrance was not possible. Aka, when he was in wolf form and had forgotten to bring extra clothes for when he shifted back. As much as he honestly did not care how many other people saw him in his birthday suit, the police apparently considered it indecent exposure to be in public without any clothes on, no matter how good you might have looked naked. Now in the safety of the basement though he shifted back to human form and the transformation was followed by a string of curse words that would make a sailor's jaw drop. Freaking silver. It was like pouring lemon juice on a cut times a hundred and every single cut and gash he'd received from those bastards felt like it was on fire. He didn't even want to look at his wrist. Grabbing the spare key he had hidden down here, Trent made his way quickly and quietly to his apartment, thanking the late hour for the lack of other people around to catch him by surprise. Shutting the door quickly behind him he stumbled through the living room, realizing he was leaving a nice blood trail behind him only after reaching the bedroom. "And of course someone had the brilliant idea of putting light colored carpet in this freaking place..." He muttered to himself, throwing on the nearest pair of blue jeans he could grab. The adrenaline was starting to wear off by this point and he had to fight off the sudden wave of dizziness as he made his way into the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror now he could see the full extent of the damage, getting more pissed off by the second. Along with cut across his chest, there were a few on his arms and back plus a decent gash running the left side of his forehead that had blood trailing down his temple. Freaking spectacular. All of that though was child's play compared to his wrist. Honestly he was almost afraid to look at it but it hurt like a bitch thanks to the wire being silver and more than anything he needed to get it out. It was embedded so deep now though he wasn't even sure how to go about doing that. Tweezers maybe? Pulling some out of a drawer he hovered them over his wrist but his hand was shaking so badly there was no way he could even attempt something so tedious just then. It was starting to affect him though, the silver. Dug in as the wire was it was likely already getting into his bloodstream. Not enough to kill him, at least not for a long while. Still the shaking and dizziness were getting worse and he wasn't sure if he was going to pass out or throw up the longer he stood there. Bracing himself against the wall he slid slowly to the floor with a groan, throwing the tweezers across the small bathroom where they bounced off the far wall. Bruised, bloody and pissed as all hell was Trent Way, glaring at the offending wrist. "How about I just chop you off and call it a night..." He muttered irritably, leaning his head back against the wall with pained sound of frustration. I want you so much but i hate your guts template created by brooke!

[DELANEY ELYSE TATE]

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It was fair to say that the ghost had had a rough night. She had been allowing herself to have a mopey, sentimental night of sorts when she had suddenly been ambushed and woke up in a strange house. Laney hadn’t had much time to figure out what was going on before some bitch made a swipe at her with iron. It stung like hell and it had been enough to disable Laney to the point where said stupid bitch was able to get in a few more good swings before Laney could get her senses about her. Once she did, though, Delaney made sure that girl regretted her choice in picking a fight with Laney before she got the hell out of there. Laney figured the other two could fend for themselves. The one seemed more than capable, at least, and Laney wasn’t too worried. It was all about number one with this girl. There was no point in waiting about trying to help the others and risking getting hurt more when she had the chance to leave.


Delaney had gotten out with little harm other than a bruised ego. See, the bigger issue at hand was the fact that these assholes had targeted her because she was a ghost. Sure, Laney might technically be dead but she was still a hunter at heart. Having them attack her was like having her own kind turn against her and it hurt. It wasn’t like she could expect them to know she was a hunter (or well hunter turned ghost, she was still trying to get used to that distinction) but it didn’t stop her from holding the unrealistic expectation that they would. There was probably some bigger moral in here, somewhere along the lines of how you couldn’t judge an individual based on their species. Maybe Delaney would’ve learned it if she cared enough but it was a lesson that went right over her head. Right now she’d rather just be angry with the dumb hunters who couldn’t identify a fellow – albeit dead – hunter.


Though really, she didn’t want to think about it at all. Going down this path would remind Laney that she had been a ghost for nearly three years and quite frankly, she hated thinking about how long she had been dead. It reminded her of the people she left behind and of how far removed she was from her old life. Delaney hadn’t checked back since those first few months after she died and in all honesty, she didn’t want to. It was one thing to picture someone moving on but an entirely different thing to see it with your own eyes. Laney liked to image her father happy at this point after her passing and there were many different versions that she liked to entertain. But it didn’t mean she wanted to go back and have proof that he had gotten remarried and started a new family or something like that. Quite frankly, being a ghost bothered Delaney, making her feel as if she didn’t belong in her old life any more but wasn’t able to adjust to her new. She’d never admit it, of course, since Delaney was stubborn as anything, but it was harder to pretend she didn’t care when her mind went in that direction.


She needed a distraction and knew exactly where to find one. The ghost hated to say it, but she had gotten more than comfortable just appearing at Trent’s apartment. At this point, it was basically like Laney lived there. She didn’t even think twice before going right through the front door. It probably should’ve worried her a bit, seeing as how a couple months ago Laney would’ve done almost anything to kill him and now she had no problem sleeping with him. She should be disgusted with herself, but she couldn’t bring herself to be. Not that Delaney would tell Trent – it’d boost his ego too much and make him too happy with himself – but the best sex Laney ever had was with him. There was something different about it, something she couldn’t put her finger on and something she wasn’t about to dwell on. All Delaney knew was if she went to his apartment tonight, her earlier ego bruise would go away.


It didn’t take long to get to Trent’s. She had been a little disoriented at first, but Laney had recognized the area after a few moments once she got away from those hunters. Delaney supposed she could just use her ghostiness to get to his apartment in a matter of seconds but she was trying to remove herself from the whole supernatural side of herself as much as she could. Walking would do and even that didn’t take that long. Laney let herself in, as she was accustomed to, and paused to listen. She didn’t hear anything at first and started walking further into the apartment when she heard Trent mutter angrily about cutting something off.


“Need any help? I wouldn’t mind in assisting you in dismembering yourself,” Delaney called, not realizing anything was off until she got closer to the bathroom and saw all the blood leading to it. If Laney still had a heart, she knew it would’ve started thumping hard and she couldn’t push away the sudden panic that had risen in her throat. That was a lot of blood. Delaney peeked her head around the bathroom door, afraid of what state she’d find Trent in. And despite quickly preparing herself for the worst, she still wasn’t ready for what she saw.


For one, he was on the floor, slumped against the wall. Laney hadn’t expected that at all. For some reason, she had expected him to be at the sink looking into the mirror, like how she had found him so many months ago. But that wasn’t even the most alarming part. Blood seemed to be running from everywhere. There was blood caking the left side of his face from a cut near his hairline and a big gash across his chest. Her eyes were then drawn to his wrist, which seemed the worst out of everything. The cut there looked so deep and it went around his entire wrist. Laney had no idea what could’ve done that, but clearly it was awful. So much for a werewolf being able to heal quickly.


Who in the world could’ve done this to him? Laney was sure he had a lot of enemies, but it would’ve taken a lot to do this much damage to Trent. She knew. She had tried once. It had ended badly for her and Trent had looked nowhere near this bad. Who ever had attacked him knew exactly what they had to do and whom they were facing. Delaney couldn’t push away the panic that had only been rising since she spotted Trent’s condition but she tried anyway. She wasn’t about to let him see that. Laney couldn’t even justify why she was panicky. She just was, even though she hated his guts. She did. “God damn it, Trent! Look what you did to the carpet!” Delaney exclaimed as a way to try to hide her worry. She wasn’t sure how well it would work, if it worked at all that was.

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[TRENT CARSON WAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= style, width: 420px; background-color: 888888; border: 10px solid #343138; padding: 2 2 2 2px;] cause this is torturous electricity between both of us and this is dangerous cause i want you so much (laney) (lots of words) (fjdkfjasifid) Trent knew he could be something of an asshole. He'd been told as much by plenty of people throughout his life, some of them friends some of them not so much. Heck, even his own family called him that on a regular basis. He had a smart mouth, was probably cockier than he should have been and still had the sense of humor of a college frat boy. Nope, there was no sense in denying that fact. Asshole though he could be though he wasn't a cruel person or evil in even a slight way. He didn't kill humans if he could help it and most certainly not for the fun of it. Obviously he'd killed before, Delaney being proof enough of that, but it was almost always in self defense. Honestly almost every single person he had ever killed was a hunter actually. As far as he was concerned if you were going to try and kill him or his family you didn't need to be left alive to be given another chance to do it at some other point. But you average citizens, the normal, everyday members of the population one encountered on a regular basis? Never so much as dreamed of killing them for the sake of simply killing. He might have been a werewolf but he wasn't a monster. Most people might bunch the two together as being one and the same but there was a huge difference between the definitions when it really came down to it. Trent was one hundred percent certain it was a group of hunters that had attacked he and Cam tonight though and clearly they didn't care if who they were attacking was any sort of actual threat or not. More than anything it seemed they were doing it out of actual enjoyment which pissed Trent off even more. You want to go out there, be the hero and take down some big bad supernatural creatures? Fine. But at least be decent enough to do it quick. Bullet to the heart or head. Boom. Done. At least that way you didn't have to linger in agony until whatever poison or weapon they were using against you finally took its toll and killed you. Which was the situation he was being faced with at the moment. The cut across his forehead and gash running down his chest weren't deep enough to kill him by any means but the razor thin silver wire wrapped around his wrist could, and would, eventually do just that. If he couldn't get it out at least. If the metal poisoning his blood didn't take him down first the inevitable infection would do the trick. Neither were pleasant outcomes to envision and seeing as he was hardly ready to die just yet Trent wouldn't shy away from doing exactly what he threatened under his breath the moment Laney had walked into the apartment. Normally he heard her come in and could usually guess when she was hanging about even when she was invisible. Credit that sixth sense of his or what have you. It tended to annoy her which was all he really cared about anyway. Of late though she hadn't even been bothering to hide much and simply waltzed in when she felt like. Those visits almost always ended up with them in bed together which probably should have bothered him more than it did and by more than it did he meant not at all. And really what was the point in letting it bother him anyway? It was some of the best sex he'd ever had and the more it happened the less either of them seemed to care about the what's and why's anyway. It was just sex after all. Pure physical enjoyment with absolutely no emotional attachment to worry about fudging it up. Or so he had to keep reminding himself lately. The blonde was on his mind more than off it anymore which annoyed him slightly not that he'd let her know that little fact. She'd be far too smug about it. The pair tended to go out of their way to make sure nothing even close to a compliment came out of their mouths in regards to each other. Which resulted in some fairly heated yelling matches. Which usually further resulted in some fairly heated time between the sheets. It was almost close to being comical really. For once though sex was the last thing on his mind upon hearing Laney's voice float into the bathroom from the living room. Trent never would have admitted it to her in a million years but he didn't think a voice could sound as beautiful as hers did just then. Not that he was completely sure she'd help him out but it was better than sitting here dying alone he thought melodramatically. Her remark about being glad to help in any dismembering brought a fleeting but wry smirk to his lips. Of course she would. It didn't take her long to find him and surprisingly enough there was no immediate, sarcasm filled comment aimed his way like he expected. If he'd looked up Trent would have been even more surprised at the stunned shock on her face at seeing him in such a state. Fortunately for Laney he was too preoccupied with wondering if maybe it just wouldn't be easier to cut his damn hand off and only glanced up when she took it upon herself to make known the crime he'd committed against the carpet. "Thank you, Captain Obvious. Don't mind the poor guy just sitting here bleeding to death, contemplating what would be the least painful way to dismember himself," He deadpanned, his tone sarcastic as was per usual with all of their encounters. It was like they didn't even know how to communicate any other way. It was mostly an attempt to cover up the fact that he literally did feel like he was dying, or at least what he imagined dying would feel like, though the boy was prone to being a bit over dramatic when it came to being sick or in pain. "Before you rush out of here to rent a carpet cleaner how about you do me a favor and put me out of my misery, mkay?" I want you so much but i hate your guts template created by brooke!

[DELANEY ELYSE TATE]

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Delaney needed to quit panicking. She was being ridiculous. This was what she had wanted, wasn’t it? The entire point of Laney coming back to Manuka was so she could kill Trent and finally be able to move on. But that goal had been slowly slipping to the back of the ghost’s mind. It was a little hard to want to kill someone when they had become such a central point in your life. Laney didn’t want to admit it, but arguing with Trent and ending up in his bed had pretty much become Laney’s typical day. It was a turn she hadn’t expected but now that it had happened, she didn’t know what she’d do without it.

She had gotten dangerously close to him and it was something that needed to stop. Part of herself was telling her to just walk away, let things take their course and her problems would practically disappear. But it was only a small part of Laney that was trying to convince her and it was a part that Laney was instantly appalled by. The ghost knew she wasn’t the greatest person. Her moral compass didn’t exactly point north and she had done a lot of things that people would frown upon, but she had a few rules for herself that she thought kept her from being absolutely awful. One of them was absolutely no torture. When Laney had been a hunter, she always tried to give whatever monster she was hunting a quick death that was painless as possible. Of course, things didn’t always go according to plan, but she didn’t want the thing to suffer. Walking away from Trent would only condemn him to a slow death and if not death, a painful and long recovery. Regardless of the past was between them, Laney wouldn’t feel right about that.

Besides, she couldn’t walk away. The irrational worry was still there and she knew she was going to have to at least try to play nurse. Why? She still wasn’t sure. Delaney just knew she didn’t like seeing him like this. But at least he still had his snark. That had to mean he was all right. At least he was okay enough to still be an asshole. Laney rolled her eyes at his first comment and leaned against the doorjamb. “Who knew you were such a baby,” Laney snipped back, glad that he had been too distracted by his injuries to notice the worry she had felt when she first saw him.

Laney walked into the bathroom to get a better look at his injuries. It wasn’t like she could really do anything from the doorway anyway. “Don’t be a drama queen,” the ghost added, crouching so she could pull his wrist closer to her since that seemed to be the biggest problem. She did so gently though, as if to not hurt him anymore. It took her a couple moments to realize what had made the wrist such a bad injury. As Delaney lightly turned Trent’s wrist to get a look at the other side, the wire caught the light and she had a sinking feeling that it was made of silver. Why else would Trent be so bad off right now? Laney had no idea what kind of trouble Trent had gotten himself into, but it was definitely with the wrong people. They knew exactly what they needed to do to hurt him.

If Laney wanted to help him, she was going to have to take that out first or no matter what she did, he’d continue to get worse. She needed tweezers. It was the only way to get such a thin piece of wire out, especially since it was so embedded in his wrist. The ghost was about to ask where Trent kept his first aid things when she spotted a pair of tweezers against the far wall, no doubt dropped or thrown there in frustration. She needed to disinfect them before she dug around in his wound. There’d be no point in trying to get the wire out if she infected it in the process. “Try to not kill over while I get these ready,” Laney said, grabbing the tweezers and heading to the kitchen. Once there, she filled a pot with water, dropped the tweezers in, and put it on the stove to boil. It was the best Delaney could do. Being a hunter, she had picked up basic medical skills to patch herself up. They were nowhere near perfect, but they were effective.

And speaking of those skills, Laney mind as well put them to use while she waited for the tweezers to be sterilized. While Trent’s wrist had been the worst of his injuries, it was far from the only one. It’d make sense to fix those, so Delaney headed back to the bathroom. Somehow, Trent had started to look worse within those few minutes that Laney had been gone and it caused her worry to spike again. The ghost told herself to calm down, that frantically searching for the things she needed wasn’t going to help. Delaney needed to be calm, cool, and collected or she wasn’t going to be any help at all. So she took a deep breath and started to dig through Trent’s cabinets to find what she needed.

Eventually, Laney found rubbing alcohol, gauze and tape. Good. That was the basics of what she needed and once the silver got out of Trent’s system, they’d heal up quick enough. She just had to make sure he didn’t lose too much blood now. “You better be ready to man up,” Laney warned, kneeling next to Trent. The alcohol was going to sting like a bitch and she doubted messing with his cuts was going to feel all that good either. She poured some rubbing alcohol on a wad of gauze and began to mop at the cut on Trent’s temple, figuring that was one of the worse off cuts. Besides, she couldn’t help but think that getting the blood of Trent’s face would help Laney feel a little bit better too.

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[TRENT CARSON WAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= style, width: 420px; background-color: 888888; border: 10px solid #343138; padding: 2 2 2 2px;] cause this is torturous electricity between both of us and this is dangerous cause i want you so much (laney) (lots of words) (fjdkfjasifid) Despite the fact that Trent would very adamantly deny with every fiber of his being that Delaney Tate was the last person he wanted to see just then he couldn't actually remember ever feeling so relieved to hear someone's voice. The werewolf liked to think he was a bit invincible and when it came down to the nitty gritty he could take care of himself just fine. Help? He didn't need it ok. He had things under control. Completely under control. He'd get out of this mess just like he did every other one he'd ever managed to get himself into over the years. Thankfully there must have been some small part of him that was smart enough to realize this time was a little different and his attempts so far had gotten him absolutely nowhere except closer to being unable to move on the floor. Although there was that slightly worrisome thought that maybe she actually wasn't here to help him. She certainly didn't have a good reason to other than if he died from his injuries now she wouldn't get a chance to kill him herself. Oh, that was something at least. She didn't seem too gleeful at his current state or at least wasn't voicing it as loudly as he had expected. The remark about the carpet was all she even said at first, eying it then him with some scrutiny. Maybe trying to figure out if she wanted to bother getting more involved with the mess he was currently caught up. Already prone to snark around her as it was the silver running through his veins only served to make him all the more so and prompted his sarcastic response to those first words, which all things considered probably wasn't the best thing to tempt her to do. Seeing as she'd already threatened to kill him numerous times as it was. Apparently she was feeling generous tonight as she merely called him a baby, which was true enough, but still prompted a sulky glare from him as she took a few steps further into the bathroom. Shifting slightly against the wall Trent followed her movements as she knelt down next to him, not afraid of her, even though he probably should have had a little more healthy respect for the hunter side of her and she could possibly be figuring out the easiest way to finish him off just then. It was Laney though and honestly he couldn't say he had ever legitimately felt afraid of her since she'd first surprised him in his apartment. Getting naked with someone on a regular basis tended to have that affect apparently. Oops. Without waiting for his permission she reached out and grabbed his injured wrist and Trent winced ever so slightly despite the fact that her touch was actually quite gentle, more so than he had expected. By this point it was obvious she wasn't going to be trying to help dismember him and if the expression on her face was any indication she was trying to figure out what the heck was wrong with it. Trent felt his own stomach sinking slightly at the look of realization dawning in her eyes because somehow that made things a little more real just then. This wasn't just something he could ride out and hope it went away or expect his body to heal and take care of for him. Having already failed in his own attempts to dig the wire out he really didn't have many options aside from hoping that Laney would take some sort of pity on him and try her hand at it. Yet actually asking her for help still wasn't something he could seem to work himself up to doing. Thankfully she had a bigger heart than he gave her credit for because she was already looking around and after spotting the tweezers he'd launched across the room was grabbing them herself. A faint smirk pulled at his lips in response to her remark. "And let you off easy? Never," His voice wasn't quite as strong as he'd been planning on and he was mentally cursing the fact that she would probably notice and if there was one thing he hated appearing in front of her was weak. Leaning his head back against the wall as she left to go into the kitchen he blinked a few times, trying to make the slightly burred edges of his vision clearer. Laney came back quickly enough and immediately started digging through his cabinets for the necessary items to take care of the rest of him. He'd been so focused on his wrist that he'd almost forgotten about the gashes on his forehead and chest and suddenly he realized things were about to become even less fun. He could get himself beat up, knocked around, heck even when he'd cut his palm at work he'd handled it decently but add in someone else taking care of it suddenly his pain tolerance went from a hundred to about three. And unfortunately for Laney she was dealing with a man who instantly became five years old when faced with that sort of situation. Clearly she wasn't going to put up with any bull shit though and quickly went about soaking a gauze pad with the alcohol before bringing it up to the cut above his eyebrow. The burning was instant and he sucked a sharp breath between his teeth, jaw clenching. "Who the hell taught you first aid? Nurse Ratched?" He growled out, a voice inside his head telling him he should probably be a little nicer seeing as she was actually still being quite gentle with him. That was part of the problem though see, he hadn't been expecting that from her and honestly he wasn't quite sure how to take it really. Or the fact that he found himself liking this Laney more than he should be. She was an annoying, smart mouthed, sex goddess and that was it. Nothing more. I want you so much but i hate your guts template created by brooke!

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But if you only knew How much that's just not like me

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Five years ago, Laney never would’ve guessed that she’d be helping a supernatural creature. The thought would’ve been downright laughable to the girl who went after them with little discrimination. Helping them was entirely opposite from everything she stood for ever since she had learned of their existence in the world. Especially this particular werewolf. He was the one who tore apart the life she had enjoyed, who left her father alone in this world. Basically, he was her sworn enemy, the one she had decided to stop at nothing to kill. It was the least she could do for the guy; return the favor and all that.

As much as the ghost would like to say that that was still her mindset, she couldn’t. Really, there was no other option other than helping him. While she had originally wanted the werewolf dead, the thought now caused a sort of fluttery panic in her chest. She didn’t like the werewolf any more than she had before. No, no, no that definitely wasn’t the case. Delaney was rather convinced that she could never like Trent. Not in the least sense of the word. That wasn’t the sort of relationship you had with your murderer. You didn’t become friends that hung out and casually hooked up. That’d be crazy of her.

No, it was more like Laney’s perception of Trent had shifted slowly and quietly without Delaney really paying too much attention to it. One moment, she was ready to kill him and the next thing she knew, she couldn’t deal with the thought of him dying. It was quite a swing, but Laney had an idea as to why. When Delaney had first met Trent, back when she was still alive, he had been a monster. If you weren’t human, you couldn’t be anything else in her mind. It was as simple as that. And it wasn’t like he had really done anything to convince her otherwise. There had been a reputation surrounding the wolf and whether parts of it were true or false, it didn’t matter to her. What mattered was that he was unnatural and had to be taken out.

Laney had walked into the apartment only a handful of months before with the same perception only this time she had concrete evidence to back it up. Trent had killed her, after all. What more proof did the ghost need other than that? He still needed taken out, but this time Laney wouldn’t leave the job half done. Except despite how solid the whole monster thing seemed to be at that point, it slowly crumbled. Delaney blamed it on that first kiss. That was where everything started, where things had started to progress from. Slowly, it had started to dawn on the ghost that maybe Trent wasn’t as much of a monster as she thought he was. He lived in an apartment, had a steady job, definitely liked sex. They were all normal thing. Maybe he was just an asshole and not a blood thirsty fiend. Being naked with him in his bed on multiple occasions had really only helped the perception shift. So seeing Trent like this was like seeing an injured person who needed help, not a wounded creature that needed put out of its misery.

At least he didn’t seem too put down by this whole thing. He was still holding onto his snark, which had to be a good thing. It was better than him completely giving up or fading in and out of consciousness. It helped Delaney calm a bit at least, his comment about not making things easy for her bringing a smile to her face as she walked out of the bathroom. The statement might not have come out as strong as he was aiming for, but it was better for him to act like himself than not at all like himself, right?

Though Laney would admit normal Trent was a pain in the ass, weak or no, and he still clearly didn’t appreciate the help. Nor did the ghost feel like he wanted it all that much with the way he was acting. She would’ve been perfectly fine letting him try to figure all this out on his own if she thought he could handle it. Judging by his current state, that was highly unlikely. "My dad did, you asshole," Laney muttered in response, though the words came out much more distracted and with much less force than she had been aiming for. In all honesty, she was still too focused on Trent's injuries to really build up enough snark to put behind those words. That, and it was really the first time the ghost had mentioned her dad at all since dying. Or at least first time out loud. She had never told anyone who guilty she felt for going and dying on a hunt after telling him on multiple occasions that she was careful. Hell, she felt guilty for even getting involved in hunting when it was the last thing her father had wanted for her. But in her defense, who was she supposed to talk to? The wall? Being a ghost didn't really allow for permanent relationships and Laney wasn't the type of person who just opened up to anyone. She had to have some sort of trust in the person in order to show them anything but layers of sharp wit and sass.

“Now hold still,” she ordered as she finished cleaning the cut above Trent’s eyebrow and carefully taped a folded piece of gauze over it. With that done, she now had his chest to attend to. Laney hardly thought this would be an easy feat. He had been enough of a baby with the other cut that was nowhere near the size of this one. But dealing with him whining had to be better than that getting infected. With his body already trying to fight off the poison from the silver, she doubted it could handle an added enemy. Getting a larger wad of gauze, Laney soaked it in alcohol and moved in Trent’s direction but paused her hand right above the wound. “I swear if you don’t stay still, I’ll dump the entire bottle on your chest,” she threatened before going about cleaning the cut on Trent’s chest.

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[TRENT CARSON WAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= style, width: 420px; background-color: 888888; border: 10px solid #343138; padding: 2 2 2 2px;] cause this is torturous electricity between both of us and this is dangerous cause i want you so much (laney) (lots of words) (fjdkfjasifid) Trent had created plenty of havoc in his years on earth, some harmless and some not so harmless but so far none of it had ever really come back to haunt him. Until she had shown up that is. Delaney Tate was the last person he would have pegged as being the one person who would show up on his doorstep in avenging ghost form. It wasn't like he'd done anything any other supernatural creature wouldn't have done when faced with a hunter set on killing them. It was just unfortunate for her that she'd gone after someone out of her league so to speak. Or so he prefered to think. Really he was likely just lucky she hadn't had more years of training under her belt because if so then their situations might have been reversed. Whether or not he would have gone after her like she had him Trent wasn't sure. It would have been fun to mess with her head a bit, get her all freaked out even if that was possible. Hunters weren't usually the easiest to scare. Still he could have come up with some good pranks before either getting bored and moving on or killing her if he felt the need for revenge. Honestly his attention span wasn't usually long enough to hold a grudge for more than a couple of days so in all likelihood he would have lost interest long before he'd mastered staying solid long enough to go through with it. She clearly had more tenacity in that departement because as far as holding a human form went she was pretty dang good. Which could have been bad for him if she actually got it into her head to kill him like she told him she was going too upon their first little reunion. So far though all that seemed to happen when she was with him was an argument of some kind followed by some fairly amazing hate sex. It was almost like a routine with them by this point which probably should have concerned him more than it did but then again the man wasn't ever one to worry too much if sex was involved. By this point she practically lived in the apartment with him and was actually more constant in his life than most people he knew. Which was why her appearance a few minutes ago hadn't exactly been surprising but her reaction had been. Trent had been fully prepared for ten times as many snarky statements and at least some degree of gloating to be aimed at him for getting himself so messed up. And she'd had a couple remarks for him at first but that was it before she'd not only taken the initiative to inspect his injuries but started tending to them in a way that suggested she possibly even cared a bit. A thought which for some reason seemed to trigger his d-bag button and instead of accepting the help gratefully had him insulting her efforts instead. Because why not try and prove you're exactly the tool she thinks you are, Trent? Her reply was less scathing that he was prepared to receive. She didn't even get rougher with cleaning the cut on his forehead while informing him that her dad had taught her how to treat injuries. For the first time since he'd seen her way back in the bar that night the thought that she had had a family entered his mind. All this time she'd simply been just another hunter and those details didn't really matter. She'd tried to kill him, he'd killed her end of story. Who she might have left behind or might have been missing her just didn't enter into the equation. For some reason the knowledge bothered him more than he wanted it to and a pang of something, maybe regret, flickered through him. He didn't have long to dwell on it thankfully as she ordered him to hold still while she finished taping a small piece of gauze above his eyebrow over the cut. Pursing his lips he obeyed, following her movements with his eyes as she grabbed a new piece of gauze and doused it with the alcohol. Oh hell yes this was going to be unpleasant. Almost as if reading his reluctance for what was coming next she paused before starting to clean the gash across his chest, threatening him with pure torture if he so much as wiggled. "Yeah, yeah fine just get it over with then," He returned with a shake of his head, bracing himself and even then he still couldn't help flinching every so slightly as her hand came into contact with his skin. A sharp intake of breath was the only sound he made though, gritting his teeth despite how gentle she really was being. Beads of sweat were starting to form on his forehead and she was suddenly starting to go in and out of focus. He'd felt the effects of silver a few times before but it was nothing compared to this. Glancing down at his injured arm he couldn't seem to stop the way it was shaking no matter how hard he tried. "Laney..." His voice faltered after he said her name and he leaned his head back against the wall, letting his eyes roll back for a moment to try and clear the fuzziness from his vision. Opening them again he worked to focus back on her face, for once not playing the part of smug asshole. "I really, really need you to get that wire out if you can, please," Was he actually pleading with her? He'd probably regret this little show of vulnerability later but right now all he wanted was this horrible burning sensation to stop. I want you so much but i hate your guts template created by brooke!