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The Rose and Thorn	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 3180 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I still don't know Marilyn Manson, Johnny Depp or any of the other famous people in this fic in real life. Needless to say, this is a work of fiction. I make no profit from this and this is just for fun.

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WARNING!!: Graphic Extreme Domestic Abuse. Marked by this **
Author’s Note: ‘All right! Let's blow stuff up!’ - Sly Cooper

Chapter Thirteen: Aftermath
    The first thing she became aware of was a throbbing soreness radiating from between her legs. The next thing she became aware of was the fact she was held in a tight, protective embrace. Then the memories came back in a rush and her stomach clenched from a sudden wave of nausea and panic. Scrambling out of the hold of her companion, Raven was running to the bathroom; barely making it in time before whatever she had eaten last night made a return appearance. As her stomach heaved and clenched, panic as well as shame whirled within her tortured mind. Manson had seen her body, every last bit of it! Surely he would come to his senses and end this farce of a relationship. Surely someone like the ‘God of Fuck’ wouldn’t want someone with less than flawless looks.
    Once the wave had stopped, she sobbed as she looked down at her pudgy thighs. At some point in the night, Manson had dressed her in one of her over large t-shirts but she could still see enough of herself to feel disgusted. Every little thing her father, mother and exes said came back to haunt her, turning into a whirlwind of self hate and depression. What on Earth had she been thinking?! How could she ever bring herself to face the rock star again after what he had seen of her? Just the thought of having to face him again brought on another wave of nausea and she found herself praying to the porcelain God once more.
    When Raven had torn herself from him, Manson had come awake instantly; the sound of her vomiting moving his feet faster than he had ever moved when just waking up. In seconds he was in front of the slightly open bathroom door, listening to his distraught girlfriend sobbing in a manner that practically tore his heart out. Without knocking, the singer rushed into the tiny room; his heart sinking into the pit of his stomach at the sight of the distraught female. Then he was moving forward and kneeling beside her to take her into a tight embrace. “Oh sweetie,” he whispered softly, his voice full of sympathy and worry.
    At first, the shaking, sobbing woman had stiffened; giving him a look so full of fear and resignation that it made his heart clench. “M-manson... Last night... you... do you... am I..,” she began before rapidly turning back to the toilet and dry heaving violently. Just hearing her broken, scared voice was enough to fill him with both extreme sorrow and vicious anger towards those that had made her feel this way about herself. Being sure to carefully mask his boiling anger, the rock star grabbed the female’s face to force her to meet his eyes. The pain, self hatred and unsureness in her hazel orbs nearly took his breath away; very nearly causing his thin veneer of neutrality crack.
    “Meagan, listen to me. Can you do that?” he asked quietly, using soothing, low tones in an effort to draw her out of her panic. Thankfully the panicking, traumatized woman focused on him right away, her eyes holding a questioning that hurt his very soul. As much as he hated to admit it, she seemed to believe he was going to reject her because of how she perceived she looked.
    Forcing himself to give her a smile despite the clenching feeling in his chest, Manson caressed her damp cheeks with his thumbs before pressing his forehead against hers. “You’re beautiful, inside and outside. In fact, I can’t wait until I see you naked again,” he whispered in a lightly husky voice, forcing a seductiveness he honestly didn’t feel. Right now all he wanted was to bundle her into his arms and hold her tight.
    “R-really? You don’t find all of this...,” she whispered in a disbelieving tone, gesturing to herself, “disgusting?” Her words were like a punch in the gut, very nearly making him lose his grip on his carefully crafted mask.
    “Babe, if I found ya disgusting I wouldn’t have fucked you last night,” he replied before he could stop himself, the world seeming to grind to a screeching halt as her vibrant eyes widened. Then she began to giggle as a blush spread over her milky skin.
    “Yeah, I guess that’s true. You’ve never been the type to give someone a pity fuck,” she replied in a shaky voice before heaving a shuddery sigh. Then she was wrapping her arms around her boyfriend and burrowed her face in his chest.
    “Thanks...,” she whispered, not protesting when Manson stood and helped her to her feet.
    “You guys okay in there?” came the concerned voice of Jeordie, startling the pair badly; making Manson instinctually shield her with his body.
    “Yeah, everything’s fine,” the superstar replied, still keeping Raven safely behind him. An action that honestly amused the pale woman due to the fact Jeordie meant her absolutely no harm. Then the singer holding her was ushering her out of the bathroom and into the back room. Once inside, he shut the door before tugging her over to the bed.
    Both of them sat down on the bed, the much taller male tugging Raven against him. As he looked down at her, he found it increasingly hard to control the anger whirling within him. If he ever saw her exes or her father again, he was fairly certain he would fly into a horrible rage. These despicable people had to have done a number on the female in his arms for her to react like that to what had been the most special night of his life. What he had felt while making love to Raven had defied any explanation. There were simply not enough words in the english language to describe how whole, how at one with Raven he had felt. He had both felt like he would die from the feeling and that he was simply going to live forever in that moment.
    Raven was very quiet as she leaned against him, shame for her behavior beating inside her brain. On top of that was the lingering fear and embarrassment over her appearance. No matter how hard she tried, the words her parents and exes had said to her whirled within her mind; repeating over and over like a sick mantra. As if he sensed her mental decline, Manson was grabbing her chin and pulling up her head to look at him. His heterochromic gaze almost seemed to burn into her as he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. “I’ll tell you this until I’m blue in the face. You are beautiful,” he murmured in a gruff voice. Raven could only smile as her heart swelled with happiness and love.
    Unfortunately, Pogo choose that exact moment to impose himself on that pair. The often mischievous keyboardist flung the door open, making the doorknob bang against the wall loudly and causing the couple to jump. “Goddammit Gacy!” Manson roared, getting to his feet to place himself between the stunned artist and the perceived ‘threat’.
    “Sorry, sorry. Just thought you’d like to know we’re done setting up for you,” the mohawked male responded, the grin on his painted face telling them he was anything but sorry. The now seething rock star curled his shaking hands into tight fists before taking a deep breath and blowing it out through gritted teeth.
    “Thank you, we’ll be out in a second,” the lithe singer gritted out, glaring at his bandmate until he left. Then the superstar was stomping over to his dresser, a muscle ticking in his cheek as he desperately tried to calm himself down. Pogo bursting in like that had caused a fear based reaction and one of the ways he dealt with fear was anger. Already close to losing his shit, Manson gripped the wooden top of the dresser as he cursed the musician under his breath. If anything else happened, he was fairly certain he was going to explode.
    Raven watched her boyfriend with concerned hazel eyes. He seemed downright pissed and yet, underneath that there was fear. It almost seemed as if her vulnerability had caused him to go into a super protective mode and she found herself wanting to comfort him. Under that urge there was a slight bit of fear. Memories of him coming very close to punching her flashed through her mind, making her shake herself to drive them away. Since the night she had run away, Manson hadn’t so much as raised his voice around her. There was honestly no reason to be afraid of him. Gathering her scant courage; the black clad female walked up to the ‘Antichrist Superstar’, wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned her cheek against his bare upper back.
    At first Manson stiffened, turning his head slightly to look at her. Once he saw who it was, he turned fully to wrap his arms around her in turn and kissed the top of her dark haired head. “If you don’t relax, you’re going to pop. I can see it all over you. No one here is gonna hurt me,” she whispered, nuzzling into his chest with her cheek and looking up at him with her greenish-brown eyes. The performer chuckled a bit bitterly, a thin thread of shakiness under the derisive sound.
    “I know, I know but... Seeing you like that this morning... If anyone makes any wrong moves,” he murmured, his voice getting more and more throaty the more agitated he got. If he kept going like this, he would tackle anyone that dared to come close. This was his last concert before they headed home, it wouldn’t do for him to get arrested.
    “Mare, please. All the people here are my friends. None of them are going to harm me. Would it make you feel better if I stayed in the bus today?” Raven asked, a bit startled by the instant fear reaction she saw cross his naked face.
    “No! No... I... I need to see you and know you’re okay,” the rock star replied, loud and panicked at first but growing more quiet towards the end of his sentence.
    “Then you need to try to calm down. If we go out there like this, you’re bound to go off like a bomb. With Jonathan and Amanda actually starting to get along with you, I really don’t want to take the chance of ruining this,” Raven pleaded, releasing his waist to reach up and grasp his pale face in her hands. Manson closed his eyes, leaning into her touch as all the tenseness left his body in a rush. In fact, he had to lean against the dresser behind him to keep himself upright.
    Then his hands came up to grasp hers as his mismatched eyes opened. “I’ll do my best just... stick close to me and... try not to let Jonathan too close today,” he suggested in a shaky voice before he backed out of her embrace. Then he was wandering around the room, looking for his trademark corset and g-string. Raven blushed a bit at the prospect of watching him change as she began to look herself. Soon the pair found the items he needed and the singer swiftly changed, lacing up and tying the corset himself; an action that honestly impressed the pale woman. She was certainly flexible but she highly doubted she would be able to accomplish such a feat.
    Once he was finished dressing, Manson grabbed her hand and dragged her with him to the bathroom. Instead of fighting, the black clad female simply followed behind; closing and sitting on the toilet once they were in the room. Giving her an approving nod, the rock God turned to the mirror and uncapped a container of waterproof, non-smearing face paint. Scooping up some in one hand, he slapped it onto his left cheek with a wet ‘pap’, smearing the white substance all over his visage. Once that was done, he reached for a tube of black lipstick; putting it on with a practiced hand and smacking his lips to even out the coating. The final touch was the kohl around his eyes, then he was washing his hands and turning back to face a nearly drooling Raven.
    It was a bit surreal and very much hot to watch a man that had long been her idol put on his make-up. Just seeing him like this made her inner fangirl squee and she had to fight to keep herself from doing just that. As if he could sense this, Manson proceeded to give her a smirk that made her toes curl and a pleasureable pulse to ripple through her junction. Blushing deeply due to her reaction, the nervous female cleared her throat before straightening. Still smirking, the ‘God of Fuck’ offered her his arm; leading her out once she had taken the offered appendage. Still, despite how relaxed he had seemed, the taller male instantly stiffened the moment they exited the bus; very nearly snarling at the large group of people that was milling around outside. It was going to be one Hell of a long night.
    For what felt like the 50 billionth time, Raven looked over at Jonathan with an apologetic look, only to have the dreadlocked male wave it off. When she had warned the metal singer about Manson, said man had been right beside her and had glowered heavily at his fellow musician. Thankfully Davis had understood and simply shrugged off Marilyn’s behavior. Amanda, on the other hand, had gotten concerned. The curly haired female saw it as the temperamental rock star taking several steps backward and had even told Raven as much right in front of him. It took the artist placing herself in between them to stop the tattooed male from launching himself at her roommate. Then she had shoved the still tense superstar towards the stage door, murmuring soothing things to him the entire way.
    Turning her attention back to the stage, the nervous female watched as her boyfriend ground himself against John 5. Twiggy, who had been the only one Manson was comfortable with her being around at this moment, stood by her side; a hand on her right shoulder. “What happened?” he whispered in her ear as he kept his brown eyes on the overly violent male.
    “We... we had sex for the first time last night. I... have a few body issues and I wasn’t exactly in a good state when I woke up today. I had a bit of a break down, sobbing and vomiting. I must have woken Manson up because he came running in a few seconds after,” she replied quietly, shame beginning to rise within her once more; this time more about her behavior. Jeordie only looked down at her with concern and sympathy before he heaved a deep sigh.
    “Yeah, seeing you like that would do it all right. I hope you know he’s only acting like this because he’s worried for you, not because he’s angry,” the former guitarist replied, his worried gaze moving back to Manson. The corset wearing male had stormed back to the lip of the stage, belting out the chorus to ‘Antichrist Superstar’.
    Raven only gave him a reassuring smile as she patted his hand. “Don’t worry, I saw him before he put on his mask,” she responded simply. Though that didn’t stop her from being worried for his hapless band members. Her worries were only confirmed when the fuming male turned and hucked his mic stand at poor Ginger. The drummer barely dodged in time, very nearly getting a face full of metal stand. To his credit, the blonde didn’t even seem phased; simply kept playing as if he hadn’t nearly been killed. Amanda, on the other hand, looked ready to murder. ‘If there’s a deity up there listening, please let this all end peacefully,’ the black clad female pleaded silently, her hazel eyes rolling up to the ceiling.
    Manson stood in the middle of the stage, breathing heavily as he ran a hand through his shoulder length hair as he gathered himself for one last song. Flicking his heterochromic gaze to Raven, the singer gave her a brief smile before he brought the mic to his lips once more. “I'll swallow up all of you. Like a big bottle of big, big pills,” he began, his eyes locked on his girlfriend as a blush began to color her pale face. Grinning even wider, he spun to face the audience as a spray of sparks shot up from the stage. Then he began to sing in earnest, his mismatched eyes fixed on the flustered woman.
    As soon as the concert stopped, all Hell broke loose. It was only Jonathan’s quick action that stopped Amanda from tackling the much taller rock star. As it was, the infuriated woman hissed and spat like a cat; doing everything she could to break free. Thankfully Ginger was there in moments, taking the ruffled journalist into his arms and rubbing her soothingly. That seemed to do the trick and the blue clad female simply melted into the bleach blonde’s arms. It was only then that Raven felt comfortable enough to run up to the worn out Manson and hug him tightly. “You did great out there,” she whispered, smiling up at him before she stood on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his painted lips.
    The performer responded instantly, his own arms wrapping around her as he returned her kiss with a passion that took her breath away. Then he was breaking it to scoop the female into his arms and carry her out of the venue and into the bus. “We’re going home,” he sighed, plopping on the couch and placing the stunned artist in his nylon clad lap.
    “Hey, since when is my house your home?” Raven quipped jokingly, snuggling into his bony chest with a blush. Manson only chuckled, kissing the top of her head as his band, Amanda and Jeordie boarded the bus.
    “My home is wherever you happen to be,” he purred, making the pale woman giggle.
    “That’s so corny. Sweet but corny,” she replied, sighing deeply as she ignored the glare her friend shot at Manson. As long as a yelling match didn’t break out, things would be fine. Amanda only glowered before heaving a sigh and flopping beside the singer.
    “You best take good care of her this time mister,” she hissed, narrowing her green eyes.
    “I will, I can’t bear the thought of losing her again,” he replied softly before looking up at a Ginger.
    “Oh, hey man. Sorry ‘bout nearly beaning ya back there,” the super star apologized, reaching around a stunned Raven to offer his hand. The drummer look just as shocked, looking at Manson like a poised viper before cautiously offering his hand. The rock star gave the appendage a vigorous shake before getting up to place the female in his lap on the couch beside her roommate.
    Suddenly Pogo clapped his hands loudly, startling everyone and drawing attention to himself. “Alright! That’s a fucking wrap! Let’s have a motherfucking party!” he hollered before striding to the back room and bring out the two bottles of booze. Everyone in the bus groaned before a knock came from the door. Looking at the entry curiously, Manson strode forward to open it; revealing Jonathan Davis. The dreadlocked rocker gave the taller man a submissive grin and a small wave.
    “Uhm, can I say goodbye to Raves? She and I became buds and I’d like to at least say farewell,” he asked in a quiet, small voice; looking ready to back off if the other musician took issue with his presence. Manson gave him a heated glare before heaving a sigh and moving out of the way.
    “It’s a bit crowded but come on in,” he grumbled, still glowering at the more muscular male. The mustached singer smiled gratefully before slowly entering the vehicle.
    “Hey Raves,” he murmured, an oddly sad expression on his pale face. He only had a few seconds before the black clad female launched herself at the metal singer. Chuckling, the normally jovial male looked up at Manson for permission; waiting until he nodded to wrap his arms around the pale artist.
    “Good luck on the rest of your tour. What are ya gonna do when you’re done?” the midnight clad woman replied, looking up at a person that had become one of her best friends. In the short time she had known him, they had clicked on an entirely platonic level; with the exception of that one kiss.
    The taller man shrugged, smiling down at her with sad eyes. “I might come visit for a bit. I only have a few more days on the road left myself,” he rumbled before heaving a sigh and releasing her slowly.
    “Take care of yourself and don’t let that ass push you around too much,” the rock star joked, ducking a playful punch from Manson. The taller singer glared down at his fellow musician, a smile on his painted face despite his severe expression.
    Raven only smiled at the pair before releasing Davis and moving back to the couch to sit beside Amanda. “Whenever you can, feel free to come right on over. Our house is open to you,” the smiling artist offered. Jonathan grinned widely before heaving a sigh and looking out the door reluctantly.
    “I know you want to get on the road as you no doubt have a long way to travel before you get home. Just... take care of yourself,” he whispered, his brown eyes full of disguised concern. Then he turned around and left.
    As soon as he was gone, Pogo busied himself pouring mixed shots for almost everyone while Tim started up the bus. Manson only pinched his nose, taking the shots meant for him and Raven from the mohawked drummer. “Aw c’moon Manny, I think Raven could handle a little drink,” the mischievous man giggled, taking his shot in one gulp and rapidly pouring himself another.
    “Not one this strong,” the performer hissed before taking his shot and handing the one meant for his girlfriend to Ginger. An action that surprised everyone in the large bus. The small group had expected him to take it himself, not hand it off. Without another word, he grabbed Raven’s hand and dragged her to the back room.
    **‘Darkness and the feeling of blood running from her nose. Her bruised hands covered her ears as she rocked her emaciated body back and forth in the tiny room. Coats hung above her head and shoes surrounded her. She had no idea how long she had been there, only that it had been long enough to have to go to the bathroom in a corner of the closet she had been locked in quite a few times. She hadn’t been allowed to eat for a week at least and had been shoved in here at some point for daring to fall asleep when she was supposed to be doing chores.
    They had kept her awake for days, taking shifts to make sure she was always doing something. She had been so tired and Tony had dozed off. She simply had been able to help herself and had given in to her body’s needs. Now she was paying for it. Gripping her dark haired head, the wasted female looked up at the closed doors; only to be slightly blinded as they opened. “Hello pet. Come on out and let’s get you cleaned up,” came the deceptively gentle voice of Miah.
    Whimpering, the weak woman crawled her way out; her body shuddering in the cold air outside the closet. “Aw, I told him not to be so rough on ya,” murmured a soft baritone as a rough hand rested on her bare side. Then she was being picked up and carried, her tired body placed in a hot bath. She knew this was a trick, she knew this was some sick way to try to make her more subservient to them but she couldn’t help but be grateful for the kindness.
    “I... I don’t know if I can keep this up for much longer,” sighed his tortured voice as gentle hands began to bathe her.
    “Shh, shh, easy Raven,” he murmured, sounding almost as if he was coming from a dream as Raven drifted in and out of consciousness.’**
    “Shh, shh, you’re safe sweetie,” murmured a soothing baritone in her ear as a pair of protective arms tightened around her, blurring into the leftovers of her nightmare. It was at that moment that she became aware of a strange noise coming from her lips.
    Coming awake with a gasp, Raven looked up to see a tired pair of mismatched eyes looking down on her. Making another odd sound, the distraught female nestled into his chest as the nightmare that had been mixed with memories continued to play behind her closed eyes. “Manson,” she gasped, her hands coming up to rest on his scarred chest as he kissed the top of her head.
    “I’m right here hun,” he reassured, fumbling around with one hand to turn on a dim lamp that sat on a stand beside the bed. For some reason, that small amount of illumination helped Raven feel just the tiniest bit better. The singer holding her only hummed softly, petting her hair lovingly.
    “Where are we?” she asked in a slightly raspy voice, taking in deep breaths as she tried to slow down her heart rate.
    “Somewhere around Oklahoma,” he replied, rolling onto his back while keeping her pressed tightly against him.
    “Nearly home,” the worn out artist replied, sounding both relieved and just a bit nervous. Already, her fright was fading; Manson’s scent soothing her.
    “Yes, nearly home. I’m sure Johnny and Lady will be very happy to see you,” the rock star yawned. He was curious about what her nightmare had been about but could clearly tell his girlfriend didn’t want to talk about it.
    “I can’t wait to see everyone again, not to mention sleeping in my own bed,” Raven responded, wrapping an arm around his torso as she closed her eyes and tried to relax.
    “Do you want me to keep the light on for you?” Manson asked, his callused hand moving slowly up and down her back.
    “Please,” sighed the exhausted female. To be honest, she was grateful he wasn’t asking anything about her dream and she let him know with a kiss to his chin. Then she was nestling into his bony chest, heaving a sigh; falling back to sleep while her boyfriend watched over her.
    As Raven drifted back into a dreamless slumber, Manson felt worry and rage rise within him once more. He had a suspicion her nightmares were a result of them having sex the other night. This bothered the Rock star badly and he found himself barely resisting the urge to get drunk enough to ignore his boiling rage. The only thing that stopped him was the female nestled on his bony chest. If he got drunk, his emotions were bound to run more wild and she would bear the brunt of it; a thought that terrified him more than what possibly awaited his girlfriend at her house. In the face of the rabid paparazzi, her past was the least of his worries. Because of the increased attention, the people she least wanted to find her house would probably end up there. Sighing, he kissed her forehead as he stared up at the ceiling.
    A sudden jolt made the super star realize he had fallen asleep and he sat up to a very unwelcome sound. Outside the tour bus, he could hear the raised voices of the press hounds. The vermin had probably seen her in the background during the tour and had been following them to find out when they would be returning. Grimacing at this realization, Manson looked over to see a pale Raven look around with fear in her vibrant eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you,” the tall male snarled, getting to his feet to pull on his clothes. Raven could only watch, doing her best to ignore the yelling from outside. Soon they’d be inside and safe, soon these horrible people would get bored. Taking a deep breath, the artist pulled on her own clothes and steeled herself for the circus that awaited them.
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