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Tainted Love	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 3468 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Marilyn Manson or anything affiliated with him or the band. I don't know any of these famous people in real life and none of this story happened. This is fiction and just for fun. I make no profit from this.

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Author’s Note: ‘The world is still a weird place, despite my efforts to make clear and perfect sense of it.’ - Hunter S. Thompson.
‘Hit Me Baby One More Time’ belongs to Brittany Spears. The version of the cover belongs to Marilyn Manson.

Chapter Eleven: Pushing Away
Manson was different today. He was still drinking far too heavily, much to the concern of three of the band, but all his rage seemed to have gone. His mismatched eyes were hollow and dead as he knocked back a glass of Absinthe/Vodka with a small shudder. Wondering what had happened to put the singer in such a state, Ginger stood to approach him. John and Tim made warning noises, shaking their heads at him desperately. Pogo, on the other hand, simply watched him placidly.
Ignoring all of them, the bleach blonde drummer walked towards Manson and stared at his black clad back. The singer was hunched over a small counter, his hands fisted onto top of the faux wood and his mismatched eyes squeezed shut. There were faint trails of smeared black make-up on his white cheeks. “Marilyn?” Ginger whispered quietly, placing a cautious hand on the singer’s back.
“I called Raven last night,” he replied in a lifeless voice.
That single whispered statement caused a rush of cold fear to fill Ginger. Had Raven broken up with Manson? Was that why he was acting this way? “What happened?” Ginger asked cautiously, ready to run at any notice.
“I verbally abused her,” he whispered quietly, straightening and pulling away from the drummer.
“I knew she would leave,” John hissed, his brown eyes going cold and hard. He felt like a fool for even believing she had cared about Manson in the first place.
“Not that its any of your business, but she didn’t leave. I’m thinking about letting her go though,” he hissed with his back turned to the band.
Silence stretched between the five men as the four band members stared at their leader in disbelief. “Bullshit,” hissed Pogo, breaking the silence and surprising everyone. The mohawked keyboardist got to his feet as Manson whirled to glare at him.
“What did you say?” the singer hissed, beginning to bristle.
“Are you deaf as well as stupid! I said ‘bullshit’,” Pogo snarled, glaring at Manson heatedly and putting his hand on his black leather clad hips.
Silence filled the traveling tour bus as the lead singer and the keyboardist stared each other down. “Uhm, Pogo. Maybe you should sit down,” John urged quietly, noticing how murderous Manson looked right then.
“Fuck that! And fuck you Brian! That woman has made you more happy than you’ve been in years! It hasn’t even been that long but I can see that you guys have some sort of connection! She would give absolutely anything for you and you’re gonna throw that away so easily?! Do you have any idea what I would give for something like that!” Pogo roared, his face going red from rage as his body shook.
Manson stared at the blonde keyboardist with a look of shock on his face. He couldn’t say that Pogo was wrong either. Ever since Raven had sung for him on stage he had felt a strong, undeniable connection between them. He felt loyalty, trust and even love for the female, things he had never felt for any of his exes. He even felt guilt for her sake and was actively trying to avoid sleeping with groupies for her. “The fact that she’s so special to me is the reason I have to let her go. I’ll only cause her more pain in the end,” he finally responded, fixing his mismatched gaze on Pogo.
“Numbnuts, what did I just fucking say?! She’ll forgive you for anything you fucking do! She loves every bit of you! Even the parts that scare her! Don’t you think it’ll hurt her more if you just up and leave?!” Pogo snarled, standing his ground and glaring at Manson.
What Pogo had said had given him pause, making the pale singer think. As much as he hated to admit it, the usually hyper and crazy keyboardist had a point. “How do you know all this about how she feels about me?” Manson whispered softly, his black clad shoulders slumping slightly.
“Because I’m not fucking blind! I’m a great people watcher but even a novice could tell with how she acted around you! Just you being in the same room as her made her blush! She even forgave you for cheating on her! Any of your exes do that?!” the keyboardist huffed irritably, only slightly relaxing his tight fists.
“What do you suggest I do?” Manson replied quietly. He couldn’t refute any of the things Pogo had said. As he thought on it, he could see what the keyboardist was talking about. Running a shaky hand through his long black hair, Manson sighed deeply.
“Call her and apologize your ass off,” Pogo suggested, crossing his black clad arms across his chest.
Raven was buried under her deep red comforter, her face barely poking out from the small opening. Occasional watery sniffles came from the hidden female as she rocked gently. All the memories that she had buried for many years had broken free last night, keeping her from any form of sleep. Yet, despite all of that, she desperately wished for Manson to suddenly come storming in and sweep her into his arms. Heaving a shaky sigh, the black haired female wiped her fresh tears from her pale cheeks. The sorrowful notes of ‘Last Day on Earth’ broke her from her introspection. With a shaky hand, she reached forward and opened the phone. “Raven? Raven are you there?” came a gruff voice that almost sounded desperate.
Raven’s hazel orbs fluttered shut as fear, love and arousal rose inside her at the sound of his voice. Her heart lurched in her chest, clamping into a painful ball in her chest as tears of sorrow filled her eyes. “R-raven, if you’re there, please hear me out. I’m so, so sorry for what I said to you last night. I was drunk and still in my stage persona. If I had been in my right mind I never would have… Raven, just let me know you’re there,” pleaded a gruff baritone, sounding as if he was sitting on the edge of his seat.
“M-manson,” came a breathless squeak through the clog of tears in her throat. Everything in her body shook, not from fear but from the sheer need of him to be there at that moment.
“Raven. Raven. Raven. Thank fuck…,” he gasped out in a relieved voice, sounding on the verge of collapse.
“Marilyn, I miss you,” she whispered quietly, her voice going up a few octaves from her despair.
“E-even with what I did?” came the singer’s incredulous, yet hopeful, reply.
“Marilyn, even though what you did dug up a lot of bad memories; I could never hold it against you. I know that you didn’t mean it,” she whispered in a shaky voice. gripping her phone tightly.
“Raven… I… I slept with a groupie,” Manson confessed, his voice sounding tense and frightened.
“Only one?” she asked, blinking slightly. Despite her reaction to the earlier hooker, Raven had fully accepted the fact that Manson was going to sleep around on tour. It would be completely ridiculous to expect him to abstain from sex for a couple months. There was also the nice fact that she still couldn’t bring herself to be even shirtless around the singer.
Manson stared at his phone in a stunned disbelief. He had expected tears, yelling and threats of leaving, not this calm acceptance. “Raven?” he whispered, sounding confused. Maybe he had heard wrong.
“Its okay Marilyn. I half expected you to have slept with twenty groupies by now. I’m not completely naive to how tours work,” she replied, a smile appearing on her pale face for the first time that day.
Silence greeted her words as the singer seemed to be absorbing what she had said. Smiling softly, Raven closed her eyes and smiled wider. “If I’m going to be dating a singer I have to be ready to accept any consequences that come along with it. Just promise I won’t wake up one day to a ‘Dear Jane’ voicemail,” she responded with an amused tone.
“Raven, I can promise that I will never leave you for one of those groupies. Pogo was right, about everything,” he responded, earning a confused look from the black haired female as she stared at her comforter covered legs.
“What are you talking about?” she asked, tilting her head in confusion.
Outside the bedroom stood Amanda, a hand raised in a paused motion to knock. She had stopped at the sound of Raven’s voice coming from inside. From what she had heard of the muffled conversation, Manson had just apologized to her ex-schoolmate. Rolling her green eyes in exasperation, Amanda moved back into the living room of the extended stay hotel suite. She would have to give the make-up wearing jackass a call later on. There was no way in hell she would be as forgiving as Raven.
Raven came out of her room, looking down at her red phone with confusion. “Hey Amanda? Manson just informed me of something you should hear,” Raven called as she walked into the kitchen.
“Why did you forgive him so easily?” Amanda asked in a tired voice, sipping her coffee while leaning against the counter.
“I, wha?” Raven responded in astonishment, her hazel eyes blinking rapidly. Her childhood friend’s question had completely taken her off guard.
“Why did you forgive him so easily?” she asked again, fixing Raven with a hard stare.
“He didn’t mean to do it! If he knew anything about my past, I doubt he would have gone off like that,” Raven defended, heading into the kitchen to get herself a ‘Red Pop’.
“Just like Tony never meant to beat you?” Amanda asked bluntly, wincing when Raven went stiff.
Turning to Amanda with the red soda in her hand, Raven fixed her long time friend with a look of betrayal. “He’s nothing like Tony!” Raven snarled, not liking where this conversation was heading one bit.
“Oh really? The short temper, the propensity to violence, not mention the fact that he started out with yelling too,” Amanda replied, fighting not to flinch from the betrayal in her friend’s eyes. She knew what she was doing was dirty tactics but she had to be sure Raven wouldn’t end up in another abusive relationship. All she wanted was for the other female to be happy.
“No! This is different! Manson is different! He’s never done anything to hurt me!” Raven protested, trying to hide the small spark of disquiet Amanda had raised. Memories of him in the hospital, punching a wall right by her head flashed through her mind with brilliant clarity.
Amanda watched her friend carefully before letting out a small sigh and running a shaky hand through her brown, curly hair. “I’m just trying to look out for you Raven. I don’t want you to end up in another situation like what happened last time,” Amanda whispered, looking down into the black liquid inside her mug.
“I appreciate the concern but I really don’t need this right now!” Raven snarled viciously, her black hair hanging in her face. She shoved past her friend and sat at the small table that was not too far from the kitchen. Despite the extreme urge to run and hide in her room, she knew Amanda would want to hear the news that Manson had told her.
“What was it you wanted to tell me?” Amanda asked quietly, moving a strand of curly, brown hair behind her delicate ear as she sat in a chair across from Raven.
Raven twisted off the white cap of her soda and took a long drink before fixing Amanda with a hard glare. Her gaze said it all, ‘That was a low blow Mandy.’ She was slightly gratified to see her friend wince guiltily before lowering her green gaze. Shaking her head and sighing, Raven opened her mouth to tell Amanda her news when there was a loud knock on the door. “What in the…?” Raven murmured, getting up and opening the door.
Suddenly the whole suite was alive with flashes of light as a veritable mob of paparazzi tried to force their way in. A flurry of loud questions came from the huge mob as they all tried to come in at once and promptly got stuck. Fear filled Raven’s hazel eyes as she backed away from the swarming, camera-filled mob. Amanda, seeing her friend was frozen in fear, ran to the door and began to try to push it shut.
Finding she was only able to get it partially shut with the mob trying to force their way in, the curly haired female turned to Raven with frantic green eyes. “Help me with the door before they get in!” she cried, pushing against the door with her back. Blinking, Raven ran to Amanda’s side and helped to push the door shut. With their combined efforts they finally managed to get the door shut and locked.
“What the hell was that?!” Amanda gasped out, leaning against the wood of the door.
“I have no idea,” Raven panted, leaning against the door as well.
“Did that have anything to do with the news you had?” Amanda asked, still breathing slightly hard. Muffled voices from the paparazzi could be barely heard through the door as they both fought to catch their breath.
“N-no. The news I had to tell you was that Manson wanted us to stay here while he was gone,” the black haired female responded, looking at the locked door with fear as she backed away from it slowly.
“What? Why?” Amanda asked in confusion, backing away from the door as well.
“Because Johnny’s here. Manson knows Johnny will watch out for us,” Raven responded, sitting on the couch and looking at the door warily over the back of it.
“Right and does Manson know that Johnny’s at a movie shoot?” Amanda responded, rolling her eyes.
“Yeah, he wasn’t happy when I told him that,” the black haired female answered with a small smile.
Amanda face-palmed, heaving a sigh as she sat next to her friend. “You do know that probably means he’s going to call and harass Johnny until he comes back,” the curly haired female sighed in playful exasperation as she pinched the bridge of her nose.
“Oh shit, I didn’t think of that,” Raven responded, looking worried as well as guilty. Amanda looked at her best friend with a look of astonishment as well as ‘fucking really?!’ on her face. Johnny was going to be in for a nasty surprise.
“I gladly go to my rest knowing that I have saved your lovely soul. I love you Melissa,” whispered the ancient vampire, blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth. A stake stood straight up from his suit covered chest and the white, powdered dust of thousands of decayed bones colored his slicked back black hair as he laid on the mausoleum floor. Over him stood a steely faced old man with steel grey hair and the same color beard. On his chest lay a black haired woman, looking down at him with sorrow filled green eyes.
“I never wanted any of this to happen Richard. None of it! Oh this is all my fault! Please don’t leave me!” wailed the distraught female, sobbing into his blood covered, black jacket.
“Shh, its not your fault my lady. I allowed you to talk me into biting you. I was just so lonely, I couldn’t bare the thought of being alone. Now that I really know you, I’m glad I was killed before you turned. I can’t bare the thought of you being what I am any more than I can bare being alone. I will always remember you Raven,” he whispered quietly, closing his blood red eyes as a single blood tear rolled down his porcelain cheek.
“Goddammit! Cut! Cut! Cut! That’s the fifth time this scene John-o!” screamed an exasperated, brunette and bearded director. Removing his red cap, the hawaiian shirt wearing man walked over to the castle set as the ‘vampire’ sat up. The female was standing and having the blood removed from her face and the old man was reviewing the script again.
“Do you need a break? You don’t seem yourself,” the director asked, squatting beside the made-up actor as he fiddled with his mouth.
“Yeah, sorry Phil. I just can’t get my head in the game,” the actor responded, pulling the fangs free of his mouth. He handed them to a make-up person, taking a towel from the same person and wiping the make-up from his face.
“Alrighty John-o, you take as much time as you need,” Phil responded, patting the actor’s arm affectionately.
Johnny sighed heavily, getting to his feet and heading to his ‘room’ which was really a trailer. As soon as he had shut the door behind him, his phone began to ring. Recognizing the number on the display, the black haired actor rolled his deep brown eyes before answering. “Now’s not a good time Marilyn,” he grumbled quietly, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Why the fuck did you leave her alone?” came the singer’s icy, rage filled voice.
“I have a job you know,” Johnny sighed, sitting on the small couch the tiny trailer had.
“You have more than enough money to pass up on this shitty vampire movie!” Manson fairly screamed, forcing Johnny to pull the phone away from his ear with a wince.
“Oh yeah? And why is it so important that I stay with her?” the actor groused, running a hand through his short, black hair.
“Because Dita has a private investigator on her ass! Not to mention the fact the paparazzi know where she is!” the singer railed at him.
“Oh fuck! Manson, I have to go! I have some phone calls to make,” Johnny answered, hanging up on the performer without a thought.
Raven had put on ‘Die Hard’ in an attempt to drown out the knocking and yelling outside the door. Her and Amanda watched the movie closely in a desperate attempt to ignore the media storm outside their temporary door. Unfortunately, Lady’s occasional whimpers and growls kept reminding them of the huge amount of people out there. “Raven, should I call Johnny? Or Manson?” Amanda asked, looking at the door with huge, scared eyes.
“What could either of them do? They’re both miles away,” Raven responded softly, tucking a strand of her black hair behind her ear.
As much as she didn’t want to admit it, Amanda knew her friend was right. A particularly loud bang on the door caused both of them to jump and Raven to whimper anxiously. Amanda held her shaking friend close while looking at the door with fear. If they managed to get in, then she would call the police.
About an hour later there was a huge commotion outside then it went very quiet. Looking at each other with a mix of fear and confusion, they both rose and moved slowly toward the door. Gulping nervously, Raven reached out a shaking, pale hand and set it on the doorknob. Amanda placed her hand on top of her friend’s, looking at the other female with naked fear on her face. Giving Amanda a reassuring smile, Raven opened the door to see Charlie and his brother Jerome standing there with their hands raised to knock.
Manson trotted onto the stage, a fake sneer plastered on his face. To tell the truth, his heart wasn’t truly in performing. After last night he couldn’t bring himself to don his familiar stage persona. The whole band as well as the audience seemed to sense his shift in energy as he slowly made his way onto the stage and took the mic. “I dedicate this song to a very special person in my life. ‘Heart-shaped Glasses!’” he screamed into the mic before the music started.
The notes of the last scheduled song faded to the wild cheers of the audience. The band made to start packing until they noticed that Manson hadn’t moved an inch. “I have a little surprise for my fans out there, only being performed on this stage tonight. I’ve only done this once before and I plan this to be my last time. ‘Hit Me Baby One More Time!’” he howled into the mic, to the surprise of his band and the audience.
“Oh baby, baby how was I supposed to know that something wasn’t right here,” he belted into the mic before the band began to play, forcing them into a bit of a panic behind him.
“Oh baby, baby I shouldn’t have let you go and now you’re out of sight, yeah,” he sang, almost chuckling as he heard the band rush to catch up to him. The audience seemed to be in a state of shock, staring at him as if he had two heads.
“Show me how you want it to be. Tell me cause I need to know now what we’ve got,” he sang out, longing and questioning edging into his voice as he imagined asking Raven those same questions.
“My loneliness is killing me,” he whispered into the mic, closing his eyes as he pictured murmuring the same lines to Raven. The women in the audience wailed in response, reaching forward as one wave to try to offer comfort to the distraught singer.
“I must confess, I still believe,” he sang with his eyes still shut.
“Still believe,” Pogo tittered into a mic in a falsetto.
“When I’m not with you I lose my miiiiiind,” he screamed into the mic, the truth of that statement not lost on him or his band.
“Hit me baby one more time,” he wailed into the mic, signaling a keyboard solo.
While Pogo played an odd tune on his keyboard, Manson sauntered up to John 5 and ground up against him. Used to this treatment, John merely kept playing while the singer gyrated against him. As soon as the solo ended, Manson tossed his mic out into the crowd, ending the song prematurely.
As the singer nearly ran from the stage in his hurry to get to his dressing room, he blindly ran smack into someone. “Watch where the fuck you’re going, he hissed irritably, not even looking at the person he had run into.
“You ran into me. Not even going to stop to say hi to an old friend?” came an amused, familiar male voice.
The voice stopped him in his tracks as the voice filled him with feelings he had long buried. Feelings he had for the owner of said voice. Turning to face the man but feeling afraid to see what he expected, Manson closed his eyes tightly. Afraid to look but unable to stop himself, Manson opened his eyes to see a very familiar looking man. He was dressed in a black suit and had long, black dreadlocks. “Twiggy,” came the whispered name from trembling, black painted lips.
“Hey Bri, its been a while,” Twiggy Ramirez whispered, a small, sad smile on his pale face.
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