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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: ‘'Crazy' is a term of art; 'Insane' is a term of law. Remember that, and you will save yourself a lot of trouble.’ - Hunter S. Thompson

Chapter Twelve: Revelations
Manson sat on the couch in his dressing room, a glass of Vodka/Absinthe in his slightly shaking hands. Twiggy stood across from him, watching the man he had once loved placidly. Manson swallowed the glass of alcohol with one quick flick of his wrist, shivering slightly as the burn from the liquid filled his body. “What are you doing here?” Manson asked in an uncharacteristically quiet voice.
“I came to see you,” came the soft reply.
“Why now? Why after all these years?” the singer asked in a strangled sounding voice.
“I read about your new girl in the gossip rags. Under all the usual bullshit, they made it seem as if you had actually grown a heart. I thought I would come and see for myself,” Twiggy answered, a bit of bitterness edging into his voice.
Manson’s head shot up, a vicious sneer on his face as he glared at his ex-guitarist. “I had a heart before, may I remind you. A heart that you broke,” he hissed, shooting to his feet and walking over to one of the mirror dressers in his room. He grabbed the two alcohol bottles, pouring himself a glass before immediately swallowing the fluid.
“Your heart wasn’t the only one broken Mare,” he whispered gently, using the singer’s old pet name.
“Oh please! You never said a word against me sleeping around! You never even seemed sad!” Manson snarled, pouring himself out another drink.
“I never objected verbally but if you had actually paid attention, you would have seen me slipping further and further into depression,” Twiggy whispered softly, not meeting Manson’s mismatched gaze.
Manson froze, putting down the glass before turning slowly to face Twiggy. Despair and sadness were written all over the other man’s face as his brown eyes slowly rising to meet Manson’s. “Why didn’t you just tell me?” Manson asked softly, regret filling his voice.
“If I had, would you have honestly stopped?” he asked quietly.
Manson opened his mouth to protest then quickly shut it again. As much as he hated to admit it, Twiggy was right. If he had known about Twiggy’s misery, it would have bothered him but it wouldn’t have been enough to stop him from sleeping around. “Do you care now?” Twiggy asked in a gruff voice, causing Manson to lock eyes with him.
“Yes, I do,” he whispered, leaving off the bit that he felt guilt because of Raven.
“Enough to stop sleeping around for her sake?” Twiggy whispered in a tortured voice.
“Jeordie, don’t torture yourself like this,” Manson whispered, avoiding the question as he got to his feet. Truthfully, he didn’t have an answer to that question.
“Just answer the fucking question Brian! If she asked you to, would you stop sleeping around?” Twiggy hissed, backing away from the advancing singer. His brown eyes flashed with an emotion that froze the performer in place.
“I… I… I don’t know,” he finally confessed in a pained voice. It wrenched at his heart painfully to utter that admission. Deep inside, the knowledge of the truth made him feel sick in the pit of his stomach. Would he really risk losing Raven for his freedom?
His pale face going into a pained mask of internal agony, Manson grasped his still full glass and chugged it before filling another one. Just the thought of losing Raven made his heart tighten in a painful way and all he wanted was to relieve that pain. He quickly knocked back the second glass before quickly pouring another. “Hey, hey slow down,” Twiggy whispered softly, placing a hand on Manson’s bare shoulder.
Manson whirled to face his ex-lover, tears brimming in his mismatched eyes as his face shifted between a mask of rage and his raw pain. “Don’t think you can just walk back into my life after years of being gone and order me around!” Manson snarled, the anger in his voice betrayed by the shakiness brought on by fear. He knocked back the glass of alcohol. already beginning to feel more than just a little drunk.
Jeordie a.k.a. Twiggy watched Manson closely, a studious look on his dark skinned face. He had never seen the singer have such an emotional response over someone, not even Dita. It made him very curious to meet the woman the ‘Antichrist Superstar’ felt so strongly about. “Just, take it easy on that stuff. I can’t imagine your new girl would be very happy if she read you died of alcohol poisoning in the tabloids tomorrow,” Twiggy suggested gently, not wanting to raise Manson’s dander any further. It already looked as if the performer was on the brink of some sort of emotional break down.
Manson snorted at the ex-guitarist’s comment, running a pale hand through his slightly greasy black hair. He hadn’t been taking very good care of himself these past few days due to just simply feeling listless. Sighing, the bony singer walked back over to the couch and flopped down on it with his lanky arms hanging between his nylon covered legs. “I know you’re right but it just hurts so much. I’ve never felt this way about anyone,” Manson murmured softly, his head hanging slightly.
“What hurts Mare?” Twiggy asked gently, sitting next to him cautiously. As soon as the performer showed any sign of wanting space, he would give it to him.
“The thought of losing her. I… I think I love her. I mean, really love her,” he confessed, almost too quiet to hear.
Jeordie stared at Manson nonplussed. The singer had always been a bit of an emotional wall to everyone around him. So far none of his exes had ever been able to penetrate the protective shell he had constructed around himself, until now. Even when Manson had been dating Dita, the woman who had gotten the closest to getting him to let her in, he had never meant it when he said he had loved her. From the depth of emotions in Manson’s voice during the confession, he could tell his ex-lover meant every word of it. Yes, he meant every word of it and Manson was fucking scared out of his mind by that. Meeting Raven suddenly moved all the way to the top of the ex-guitarist’s list.
Jerome had opted to stay outside in case more of the gossip hounds showed up while Charlie had come right in and set to making tea. Amanda had stared unabashedly at Charlie while he made some mint tea while Raven tried to focus on the action movie on the screen. The last of ‘Die Hard’ played out by the time the dark haired man had handed them both their cups. “Are you two alright?” he asked gently, his gray-blue eyes fixed on the two women with concern.
“Yeah, just shaken up,” Amanda responded, looking at Raven with concern. The black haired woman stared blankly at the tv, her mug held in a semi-limp hand.
Charlie also looked at Raven, deep concern creasing his brow. Making a motion with his head to Amanda to follow him, the chauffeur walked into the kitchen. “Johnny’s on an overnight flight back. I’d say its a good thing given her condition. What’s wrong with her?” he whispered, blowing his tea and taking a small sip from the small, porcelain cup.
“That is a good thing. At least he’ll distract her from missing that ass so much,” Amanda whispered, sneering on the last words.
“Is that all that’s bothering her? Missing Manson?” he asked incredulously, looking at the top of Raven’s head.
“You don’t understand, Raven is highly dependant on people. When she falls in love with someone it literally kills her inside to be away from them,” she whispered, moving a strand of her curly, brown hair behind an ear.
“Mmm. Would you like me to crash here for tonight? I wouldn’t be comfortable leaving you without transportation,” he offered, keeping his stormy eyes on Raven.
“Y-yeah, that might be best,” Amanda admitted quietly, also looking at Raven. The last time she had seen her friend like this it hadn’t ended well. Shuddering at the unwanted memories, Amanda sighed and took a sip of her tea. With the way things were going she was half tempted to call a certain asshole and tell him to get his butt back here. If things got any worse, she would certainly make that call.
Angry voices from outside the door broke the tension like a fine thread. Raven’s head turned to look at the door over the back of the white couch. Blinking, the black haired female got to her feet; moving to the door to open it. She only stopped when she felt a hand on her bare forearm. Turning her head, her hazel eyes fixed on a very worried looking Amanda. “Don’t! Just let Jerome handle it,” her friend insisted, concern in her green eyes.
Choosing to ignore her roomie’s admittedly good advice, Raven jerked free of Amanda’s hold and opened the door slowly. Outside stood a very familiar looking, very beautiful, black haired woman who was arguing loudly with Jerome. She was dressed in a fashionable, old style, pink dress and her blue eyes sparked angrily. “I don’t care who you are! I want to talk to that little whore immediately!” she screamed, veins standing out in her pale neck.
“Oh fuck,” Raven whispered, recognizing immediately who it was. The person screaming at her temporary bodyguard was none other than Dita von Teese. Unfortunately her unthinking utterance turned the full brunt of the pin-up star’s rage onto Raven.
“You little bitch,” she hissed, trying to dodge around the huge bodyguard to get at Raven.
“Wh-what on earth did I do to you?” Raven asked, flabbergasted.
“Do you have any idea how fragile Brian is?! How damaged?! You’re playing games with his heart and I won’t have it,” she hissed, her furious blue eyes narrowing.
“What are you talking about?! I would never play games with anyone’s heart!” Raven yelled back, her small pale hands balling into tight fists as she began to walk towards Dita.
Amanda and Charlie, who had been standing right behind her, were quick to grab an arm each. “I’m talking about your relationship with Johnny fucking Depp!” she screeched, trying to reach around Jerome to grab Raven even though she was a few feet away.
“What relationship?! Johnny and I are just friends! Look, Marilyn isn’t the only who’s been hurt by people,” Raven snarled, trying to break free from Amanda and Charlie.
“Then why were you staying here with him for a couple days?” Dita hissed, straightening and glaring at Raven.
“I was here because he brought a whore to my house and fucked her while calling my name! Anyone would need time to reconcile that!” Raven replied, glaring back but no longer struggling.
“I… I hadn’t heard about that,” Dita responded, the anger slowly beginning to leave her.
“I’m not surprised. Private investigators only tend to get a partial story after all,” Raven growled, gently pulling her arms free from Amanda and Charlie’s loosened grips.
“How can I be sure you’re telling the truth about any of this?” asked the model, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.
“Although I don’t feel I owe you anything after bribing my father for dirt on me, I’ll answer you. Dita, I love Brian with all my heart. I’ve loved him for a very long time, long before I ever met him. I know a lot of what he’s been through with all his various relationships. I may not know everything about his past but I want to get the chance to know! I want to share my life with him, the good and the bad!” Raven growled, glaring heatedly at Dita.
Dita blinked as she absorbed everything Raven had said as well as the way she said it. The emotions in Raven’s voice sounded absolutely genuine and the model began to feel a worm of guilt begin to wriggle in her heart. If Raven was truly genuine, Dita had a lot to atone for. “I… I see,” she responded lamely, for lack of anything better to respond with.
“So if you would do me a favor and just fuck off, I’d be grateful,” Raven hissed before turning around, entering the suite and slamming the door behind her.
Dita stood for a long while, staring at the closed door with a thoughtful expression on her face. Maybe this one woman could be the one Brian needed all this time. The one who could even heal his broken heart. Still wearing a thoughtful expression, the pin-up star merely turned and began to walk down the hall. She had a phonecall to make to a certain singer and ask some questions.
Manson lay on the bed in the back of the tour bus, a bare arm draped over his closed eyes. He still wore his make-up and had put on some black jeans but that was all he wore. On the same bed sat Twiggy, looking down at the singer with concerned eyes. Manson had gotten onto the bus severely drunk and had gone right to the room in the back. Twiggy had followed right behind despite the protests from John and Ginger. Now, seeing how distraught Mansons is, he knew he had made the right decision. “I’m about ready to end this tour prematurely,” he grumbled softly, his tattooed arm still resting over his closed eyes.
“You must really miss her,” Jeordie whispered, looking at the singer with gentle, brown eyes.
“You have no idea man. Shit, we haven’t even had sex yet and I feel as if I’m dying without her by my side,” he grumbled, sounding both sad and frightened at the same time.
He had never, ever felt this way about anyone. Sure he had missed his exes while on tour but this felt different. It felt as if the very air was being stolen from his lungs and an icepick driven into his heart every moment he was away from her. His need for her to be near honestly scared him a lot. He had never felt this attached before and he had yet to even tell her anything about himself. He wasn’t even sure if he could push her away if she got too close. With a frustrated growl, the bony singer pounded the mattress with a closed fist. “Jeordie, I’m scared man. I… I don’t think I can live without her and that scares me. I’ve never gotten that close to any of my exes. None of them ever got in, but Raven… She managed to do it with one fucking song! What’ll I do when she eventually leaves?!” Manson growled in a distressed voice. Just the thought of her being gone from his life nearly brought him to tears.
Twiggy watched his ex-lover, a small smile on his face. His closed off friend was finally finding himself truly in love and he was glad for that. “How do you know she’ll leave?” he asked gently, placing a dark skinned hand over Manson’s pale fist.
“They all do at some point. I always drive my girlfriends away with one thing or another. Dita certainly doesn’t help things either,” the singer confessed softly.
“Are you so certain she’ll be like the others?” the ex-guitarist asked gently, giving Manson’s loosening fist a tight squeeze.
That question gave Manson pause. Thinking back on everything that Raven had stuck with him through, he found the answer and it surprised him. “Actually, I highly doubt it. She’s forgiven me for cheating on her twice. She even basically gave me permission to sleep with groupies while on tour,” he responded, sitting up slowly and looking over at Twiggy.
“That’s… really surprising actually,” Jeordie responded, sounding confused. He had never heard of a woman that would so willing accept the fact that rockstars will sleep around.
Manson sighed, running a pale hand through his slightly greasy, shoulder length, black hair. Despite his extreme want to just go back to the woman who so patiently waited for him, Manson knew he would have to complete his tour. “Ugh, I wish I wasn’t obligated to finish this fucking farce,” the performer whispered, getting to his feet slowly and swaying drunkenly in place.
Twiggy was right beside him, a steadying hand on the singer’s bare arm. “Lets get you in the shower hun,” he whispered, gently leading the drunk Manson to a bathroom just outside the bedroom. Once inside, Jeordie leaned against the wall and watched the drunk singer pull off his black jeans and start a shower. Then Manson stepped into the shower and began to wash. It was at that time that Manson’s phone began to ring with a familiar ring tone.
Stealthily and hoping that Manson hadn’t heard the phone, Twiggy took the object outside while it still blared ‘Crazy Bitch’. Once he had closed the door and was sure the performer wouldn’t overhear the conversation, the ex-guitarist flipped open the phone. “What the fuck do you want Dita?” Jeordie hissed in a dangerous voice.
“Jeordie?! What the fuck are you doing there?” came the model’s incredulous voice.
“Its none of your business! Now tell me what you want before I simply hang up on you,” Twiggy growled angrily.
“I need to talk to Brian,” she answered, sounding confused as well as a bit desperate.
“Well you’re talking to me and its Manson to you. Now say what you have to say and just leave him alone! You’ve done more than enough damage!” the angry male hissed, tightening his free hand into a tight fist.
“I was just trying to protect him Jeordie! I may have left but I still care about him!” Dita exclaimed, sounding very distressed.
“You have some way of showing it! Everything you’ve done has nearly destroyed him! It tears him apart every time you call! Just leave him the fuck alone!” Jeordie snarled viciously, beginning to pace from the pure rage flowing through him.
“Jeordie! Enough! I just… None of those women actually loved him! I had to be sure they would stick it through with him! I just didn’t want him to get hurt!” Dita explained, her voice thick with tears.
“Oh you did a great job of that! You only drove away every single one of his other girlfriends, breaking his heart more and more every time,” he hissed.
“Enough! I just called to ask some questions about Raven. I just met her and she was… very interesting,” the pin-up model whispered.
“What the fuck did you do to her you fucking bitch! You have no idea just how much this woman means to Marilyn! If you drove her away, I will make it my life’s mission to make your life a living hell!” Jeordie screamed into the phone, moving to the front of the bus so the showering singer wouldn’t overhear.
“I doubt I could drive her away if I tried. From what I could tell, she seemed completely genuine. How much does she mean to Brian?” Dita whispered, not sounding the least bit afraid of the ex-guitarist.
“He’s feeling guilty about cheating on her,” Twiggy responded, ignoring the stares from the four current band members.
“Wow,” she responded quietly, her voice full of awe.
It was then that Twiggy noticed the shower had stopped running. “Look, I have to go. Just leave that woman the fuck alone or else you’ll have me to deal with,” Jeordie snarled before unceremoniously hanging up on Dita.
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