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The Rose and Thorn	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 3123 -:- 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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Author’s Note: ‘Join me in my quest to build a better world. It is only as a collective with a singular, focused vision that we will be able to reject the ugliness of this reality and transform the world into a Utopian Playland.’ - Doctor Phineas Waldolf Steel

Chapter Nineteen: One Hell of a Homecoming

    “What the hell do you mean they won’t leave? We’re coming home today,” came an irritated snarl, drawing Raven out of a sound sleep.

“Okay, at least the police are on the way. What do you mean there’s something else?” the voice continued, getting more and more irritated. Sensing trouble brewing, the drowsy female slowly sat and opened her eyes to look at her new fiance.

    Manson looked absolutely livid, every muscle in his body shaking as his lips pursed. “Sure, put Ginger on... Now, tell me what the fuck is going on,” he growled, running a hand through his hair as he paced. Then he froze his eyes traveling to her as they filled with anger and disbelief.

    “Come again? I don’t think I heard you right,” he hissed, his free hand curling into a fist as his gaze seemed to bore right into her. Of course, her first thought was ‘What’s going on and why is he looking at me like that?’

    “Uh huh. Thanks. No, I promise I won’t. Yeah, yeah I know. We’ll see you guys soon,” he sighed, defusing slightly but looking no less angry. Then he was closing his phone before releasing a slow breath and pinching his nose, the ambient light in the room shining off his naked body.

    Silence stretched between the pair, the confused freelancer not daring to make a sound. Then Manson was opening his mismatched orbs, all his earlier anger gone for faint betrayal and confusion. “That was Amanda. The paparazzi are hovering outside your house again. It seems they have impeccable timing. On top of that, Ginger told me Dita dropped in to see how you were doing,” he declared, his words knocking the breath from her body. With everything that had happened, she had completely forgotten about her friendship with Dita. To be honest, when she had befriended the other woman she had no idea she and Manson would get back together; let alone get engaged.

    “I, uh... she came by right after the break-up. She felt really bad about what she had done to me while we were together and wanted to try to help improve our relationship because she felt she was the reason it was failing. When she found out about what happened, she insisted on giving me her number. We became friends soon after that,” she found herself explaining as anxiety began to grip her heart. The singer wasn’t aware of the things the pin-up had told her, not to mention he seemed to blame a facsimile of her voice for fucking with his head. It was very likely he wasn’t going to take this information all that well.

    “What has she told you,” he sighed, surprising her with the lack of violence in his reaction. She had been expecting a full on freak out, maybe even a relapse that drove him to leave their suite and seek out a prostitute.

    “She explained her side of things, why she acted the way she did. I already told her that I refuse to serve as a bridge of communication between you two. She just wanted to offer her advice and then a shoulder in case I needed it,” Raven replied quietly, avoiding his gaze as her shaking hands began to worry the hem of the overlarge t-shirt she wore.

    “Has she asked about me?” came his urgent voice, his hands settling on her shoulders and making her nearly jump out of her skin. Meeting his eyes with hers, she merely shook her head.

    “Not that much actually and I mostly refused to answer beyond whether or not you were okay,” the pale woman whispered, her hazel eyes wide as her fiance practically glared at her. Then he was shoving away from her to pace, running his hands through his shoulder length hair as his agitation grew.

    “Mare, calm down. She’s not trying to stalk you or even communicate with you. If she wanted that, do you think I’d be talking to her?” she whispered, not daring to move in case she accidentally set him off. Thankfully her words had the desired effect and he stopped in place as he got a considering look on his pale face.

    “Yeah, yeah you’re right. It’s just... just thinking about her...,” he snarled, giving her a torn look as he gripped one hand in his inky hair. In a second Raven was up and closing the distance, placing a hand on his upper back.

    “I know. She was probably just worried because she hasn’t heard from me in a couple days,” she soothed, wrapping her arms around him in a loose hug. The rocker relaxed immediately, wrapping his own arms around her as he burrowed his nose in her ebony hair.

    “I just hope for her sake she’s being genuine. If she’s using you to get to me..,” he began, his entire body shaking from rage as he stared at the wall.

    “Shh, let’s just get home. Amanda’s probably going to kill me as it is for not telling her I got engaged,” Raven urged, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before scampering off to pack her things. She didn’t see the tense expression still in the singer’s eyes.

    “Whoa, whoa! Easy! Dita and Raven are friends,” Amanda tried to reason, placing herself between the model and the advancing group of men. Twiggy only sneered before rolling his brown eyes.

    “You don’t know her like we do! She’ll use any route to get close to Manson again,” John 5 hissed, venom dripping from his mid-tone voice as his earthy eyes spat fire.

    “And you don’t know that she started a friendship with Raven before they were even thinking about getting back together! She hasn’t even asked about him beyond what happened,” the curly haired female returned, giving Ginger a pleading look. Said drummer looked torn, looking like he both wanted to be on her side and help the others at the same time.

    “I know that we tend to demonize her a bit but some of her actions did drive away some of Manson’s past girlfriends. He has a lot of fear and betrayal attached to her because of that. I just don’t think its a good idea for her to be here when they get back, no matter how good her intentions,” the acne scarred drummer suggested, perking slightly at the sound of sirens outside.

    Amanda opened her mouth to argue more and only stopped when she felt a tentative hand touch her upper arm. Turning, she saw Dita giving her a pleading glance. “No, it’s okay. It’s probably not a good idea for me to be here if Brian is coming back. I just wanted to check on Raven as I hadn’t heard from her in a while,” the beautiful woman replied in a placating tone, just as there was a din of yelling from outside. Thankfully the sincerity of her words seemed to set the group of men at ease and they back off just slightly.

    “Sounds like the cops are shooing away our visitors. Why don’t you wait until they’re gone to leave?” Pogo offered a bit begrudgingly, his eyes seeming to bore right into her. The pin-up star only gave a polite smile before shaking her dark haired head.

    “No, thank you but I’d rather not take the risk of setting off Brian. Last time I showed up... Well, let’s just say I don’t want something like that to happen when things are just getting stable again,” the older woman replied, before turning and heading to the door.

    “Just tell Raven to call me. I would love to hear how this came to be,” she joked before opening the door and walking out. This silence that followed was almost like a living thing as the five men gave eachother variations of considering looks.

    “I don’t like it! She’s never been buddy, buddy with one of Manson’s girlfriends, current or ex. I know you said that they were friends before Raven and him got back together but I still don’t like it. Granted she’s never tried to get to him by using someone else but I wouldn’t put it past her,” Jeordie growled, placing a hand on a pink clad hip as he narrowed his dark eyes.

    “Neither would I but, if that was the case, why would she leave when she knows Manson’s coming back today,” John 5 replied, looking apprehensive and angry. Only Tim and Pogo didn’t look speculative, merely thoughtful.

    “Now, now. That’s a bit paranoid. Up until now, Dita was only doing what she thought was right for Marilyn. Yeah, she went about it in a dick-ish way but I doubt it was due to true maliciousness,” the mohawked keyboardist argued, the bassist next to him nodding silently.

    John 5 looked about to argue when he was interrupted by Ginger stepping towards them. “Gacy is right. She’s never tried to use any of us to get to him and I doubt Raven would fall for it,” the drummer agreed, still looking apprehensive despite his words.

    “There is no point in worrying when there isn’t a problem. We should just keep an eye on things,” Tim offered, looking as neutral as ever. The other four turned to him briefly before nodding.

    The exasperated Amanda could only watch the small crowd before releasing a groan of annoyance. She could understand their suspicions, especially given how Dita acted before, but this was almost conspiracy level paranoia. Then again, had she acted any better around Manson? Seeing how they were acting made her take a closer look at how she viewed the singer. It was entirely possible that she had allowed the past to shade over what she was expecting of the infamous male. Heaving another sigh, the brown haired female slumped slightly as guilt and a very slight sardonicness filled her. ‘Great, now I’ve got to find some way to apologize,’ she grumbled to herself before moving into the kitchen to make herself some rather strong coffee.

    Thankfully, Manson had calmed significantly by the time they had pulled into the driveway. He was even laughing and joking with Raven as he put her car into park. “Looks like the police took care of your friends,” the singer observed as he took the key out of the ignition and unbuckled his seatbelt.

    “Yeah, thank God for that. A bunch of cameras and microphones shoved in my face were the last thing I wanted to deal with as soon as I got home,” the black clad woman sighed as she unbuckled her own seatbelt and opened her door. As she got out of her car, she couldn’t help but hope that Dita hadn’t stuck around long after she had seen the band. After everything they had spoken about, the model had certainly seemed to understand how her presence affected the rock star.

    The towering singer also got out of the car, giving the house an apprehensive glance as he squared his shoulders. Not liking how tense he looked, the freelancer shut her door before going to his side and looping an arm in his. Jumping slightly at the contact, Manson turned to look at her and managed a shaky grin that didn’t reach his mismatched eyes. “We can get through this together Marilyn,” she assured before leading him gently to the shut door. Before she could even reach for the doorknob she heard what sounded like a bunch of cats being skinned coming from inside.

    “Are you sure we can’t go back to the hotel for a few days?” Raven groaned, giving the man behind her a grimace. The singer could only return her reluctant expression before turning the metal knob and swinging the door open.

    Pogo sang badly into a toy microphone while Tim strummed a guitar controller in rhythm to the song ‘Epic’. Amanda grimaced in pain as she plugged her ears, Ginger doing the same beside her. John 5 was playing a second guitar controller while Twiggy played on a drum set controller. The scene was so surreal that both Manson and Raven considered leaving and coming back again to see if it was an alternate dimension they had accidentally wandered into. “What the hell happened while we were gone?” the amused artist giggled, making the gamers stop mid-note.

    “Megs?” her curly haired roomie whispered hopefully before releasing a jokingly dramatic sigh and throwing herself at the slightly taller woman.

    “Oh Megs, it was terrible! They broke the T.V. and coffee table again! I had to take time off work to make sure they wouldn’t destroy our house! Please promise you won’t leave me again,” the journalist begging, going down on her knees and giving her best friend the most pathetic look she could manage. Raven could only laugh, the sound of the level failing punctuating the group of men coming at them at once.

    Then the pair were enveloped in a huge hug, assaulted by many voices asking them something different at the same time. “One at a time, one at a time,” they protested in unison, humor in their voice as they watched the six people immediately began bickering for the right to speak first. It was no surprise to anyone when Amanda won that right, leading the black haired artist into the kitchen for some ‘girl talk’. This left Manson at the mercy of his worried, inquisitive bandmates.

    “Was it really that bad?” Raven joked as her childhood companion ushered her into a chair and shoved a ‘Red Pop’ into her hands. The slightly older woman only gave her a violated look before pouring herself a mug of coffee and sitting in a chair across from her.

    “You have no idea. Pogo was nude nearly the entire time and, on top of that, Tom Welling won’t leave me alone,” the journalist sighed, looking honestly stressed out at she took a sip of the bitter beverage.

    The midnight clad woman only nodded, her previous good feelings deflating in the face of her friend’s pain. “I thought you would be happy about that, what with the massive crush you have on the guy,” she tried to joke, hoping to lighten to mood. All this achieved was a pain filled, sardonic laugh.

    “Yeah, you would think. If I had met Tom before Ginger I would have jumped at the chance to date the man. Now, now I’m just trying to get him to leave me alone. It’s not that I don’t like him or feel a connection to him, as you know,” the miserable writer whispered, fixing her green gaze on the wood of the table.

    “I know. You wouldn’t feel right leaving Ginger for him,” the more goth female responded, grimacing as she took a sip of her soda.

    “I thought I could just be friends with him because at least then we could still be around eachother. Tom seems unwilling to just let it drop at that however. I just don’t know what to do anymore. When I’m around him, I feel more whole and at peace than I have in a long time but there’s also what I have with Ging. I just, I don’t know what to do anymore,” the tortured female whispered, gripping her head tightly due to her confused emotions.

    Raven only pursed her lips, anger beginning to surge in her veins. It was one thing that her friend was having problems deciding which man she wanted. It was another thing entirely when said man refused to respect her decision. “Has he been trying to drive you two apart or anything?” she asked, taking a deep breath to try to relieve some of the rage she felt.

    “Not yet but he did mention something I’m already afraid of,” the distraught journalist responded, grimacing just thinking about it.

    “And what was that,” Raven asked, despite having a very good idea what it was.

    “He asked me what would happen when Manson went on tour or if you two broke up again,” Amanda sighed reluctantly, keeping her gaze on the table as she braced herself for her friend’s anger.

    The incensed female shot to her feet, slamming her palms down on the wood of the table as she snarled through her flared nostrils. At first the curly haired writer was afraid the rage was directed at her but quickly realized it was more directed at Tom. “That sonova... Listen Mandy, no matter what happens between Marilyn and I, you need to follow your heart. Don’t be afraid to be with Ginger if that’s what you want! Besides, if this is how Welling is going to act, I’m not so sure I want you to be in a relationship with him,” the artist announced, grabbing her long time acquaintance’s upper arms and gripping hard. It was at that moment that Ginger and Twiggy came running in, making the pair jolt away from eachother like guilty teenagers despite the fact they had been doing something perfectly innocent.

    “Uh, did we interrupt something?” the confused drummer asked while the former guitarist giggled behind a pink nailed hand.

    “No!” both females exclaimed in unison, their consequent blushes not helping their argument.

    “We were just talking about Tom,” Amanda offered after a few seconds of silence, still avoiding her boyfriend’s gaze as her teeth worried her lower lip. In seconds, the bleach blonde closed the distance and captured her chin in a gentle grip; forcing the smaller woman to look up at him.

    “Whatever you decide, I won’t be angry. I could never be angry with you. Just don’t expect me to let you go without a fight,” he whispered before bending down to give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then he was turning around to leave, shooing the still giggling Jeordie out as he went.

    Manson, who had been heading in to see just what was going on, was bumped into by the pair; raising a hairless brow as they squeezed by him. “What happened?” the performer asked, stepping into the kitchen to see his fiance hugging her housemate. Raven only shook her head, giving him an apologetic look as she pet her friend’s wavy locks. She was just about to explain that things were under control when the woman in her arms surprisingly took the reins

    “We were talking about a problem I’m having,” she replied quietly, shocking the pair badly.

    While he didn’t like the tiny female, he couldn’t help but feel some sympathy hearing how miserable she was. Raven, seeing this as an opportunity for the two to bond, gave her friend a few pats on the back before simply walking out and leaving them alone. Glaring at where his fiance had disappeared, the rock star took a deep breath before approaching the table and taking a seat across from Amanda. The female looked just as uncomfortable as he did, fiddling with the Superman emblazoned shirt that adorned her torso. “How do you feel around Mea... er, Raven,” she whispered shyly, avoiding his gaze. The taller man could only blink for a few moments before getting a considering look on his pale face.

    “It’s hard to explain. Every moment with her feels like coming home after a long trip. I trust her with every fiber of my being, not something I can say for a lot of people. She just... makes me strive to be a better for both her and myself,” he replied, an out of place soft smile on his make-upless features.

    Just hearing that made the last of her apprehension about the singer go away as well as helped her come to a very important decision. “You know, as drawn as I feel to Tom, I can safely say that I feel the same way around Ginger,” the journalist sighed, barely able to contain a giggle due to the rocker’s completely nonplussed expression.

    “Come again?” he asked, tilting his head to the side as his brow furrowed slightly.

    “Didn’t Raven tell you anything?” she asked, half exasperated and half grateful. On the one hand, she was happy her childhood friend had kept her secrets just that. On the other hand, she was annoyed that she would have to explain everything from the beginning. Manson shaking his head slowly only cemented her assumptions and the brown haired writer sighed before launching into a concise explanation of what had been going on.

    “So, this Tom Welling guy, you feel a strong connection to him but you love Ginger too much to go anywhere,” he summarized once she was done talking, an angry expression on his face. One of the things she had told him about had been the actor’s attempt to play on Amanda’s innate fears and he had to say he was pissed about it. Using such tactics reminded him too much of what Dita did to him during and after their relationship, making him seriously want to strangle the man despite the fact he was sure they had never met once.

    “Right. Thanks to what you said about Raven, I think I know what I need to do for myself,” she replied, a peaceful smile on her face as her body completely relaxed. Just knowing she had made a final decision made her feel much better. The only thing that ruined her mood was that she would have to break the news to Tom, a prospect that made her grimace slightly. Somehow, she didn’t think the minor celebrity would take the news that well.

    “Would you mind telling me what that decision was?” Manson asked, sincerely hoping the brown haired female had made the correct one. Amanda could only raise a delicate brow before shrugging and nodding.

    “I’m staying with Ginger. If Tom can’t accept that, he needs to leave,” she declared, determination shining in her green orbs. Then, to her great shock, the ‘Antichrist Superstar’ was on his feet and pulling her into a hug.

    “Thank you. No matter what happens between me and Raven, Ginger deserves to be happy with you. If you had chosen that asshole, I’m afraid I would have ended up punching him for coming between you two,” he rasped, his arms tightening before he was letting her go.

    Amanda could only stare at him dumbfounded for a few seconds before a smile broke out on her pale face. Raven, who had been waiting outside, slowly stuck her head in the door; smiling at what she saw. “Looks like you two might start getting along yet,” she teased as she ambled into the kitchen. The pair only rolled their eyes at her, smiles on their faces despite the annoyed looks they were giving her.

    “Anyway, there was sorta something I wanted to tell you,” she continued, grabbing Manson’s arms before he could even think of retreated. The captured singer could only give her a pleading look, getting an ‘I’m not doing this alone’ one in return.

    Blinking, the journalist nodded before motioning her friend to continue. The nervous woman only nodded before taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. “Manson and I got engaged the day before my birthday,” she said all in a rush, half hoping the blue clad journalist across from her would miss most of it. Unfortunately for her it seemed to click, as Amanda’s eyes went wide. Then a squeal erupted from the thin female as she flung herself at the stunned freelancer and enveloped her in a tight hug.

    “Oh my God I can’t fucking believe it! Why didn’t you tell me the day it happened!” she gushed excitedly, bouncing up and down while still holding onto Raven. The still shell-shocked femme could only laugh as she was forced to jump in place. Manson, who was still beside her, watched the whole thing with an amused look on his pale visage.

    “It just sorta slipped my mind?” the artist offered lamely, bursting into laughter at her roommate’s exasperated expression.

    “You’d forget you head if it wasn’t attached,” the brown haired writer sighed, giving the woman in her arms a playful glare before releasing her. Raven only laughed before leading her roomie to the living room.

    “Yeah, yeah I know. Let’s go tell the others the good news,” she offered, Manson following close behind.

    What had started out as a simple engagement announcement, turned into Amanda also telling Ginger what she had decided and Pogo declaring a party. Now the booze was flowing like water, the only ones not drinking being Raven, Amanda and, surprisingly, Manson. The rock star had been the first they thought would join in, now it seemed he was perfectly content to watch the drunken shenanigans of the others; an arm slung around the black clad freelancer’s shoulders.

    Currently, Pogo and Twiggy were having a sing off on ‘Rock Star’ while Tim and John 5 sat and nursed their drinks. Ginger was currently eyeing his lounging girlfriend before smiling, scooping her up in his arms and sitting down to place her in his jeans clad lap. At first the brown haired female was thrown off balance, then she gave the drummer a heart melting smile as she rubbed her nose along his affectionately. “Ugh, get a room you two,” Manson joked before giving his fiance a quick peck on the cheek. Mandy only stuck her tongue out at the thin man before planting a kiss on Ginger. From there, it devolved into a strange competition between the two; each seeming to try to top the other.

    Raven soon caught on to what was going on and pulled away from the singer to give him a playfully angry look. “Mare,” she sighed before rolling her eyes and clambering into his lap and placing her forehead against his.

    “If you wanted to do this, you should have included me,” she purred, before taking his lips in a passionate kiss. The singer replied with gusto, urging Amanda to up the ante.

    Watching the pair with pursed lips, the determined writer grabbed ahold of her drunk boyfriend and practically shoved her tongue down his throat. Rolling her hazel eyes, the artist beside her pulled away from the celebrity she was straddling. “Alright, you win,” she conceded before slowly pulling herself off Manson’s lap. Then Raven was grabbing his hand and gently urging him to his feet, giving him as seductive a look as she could muster. Thankfully the taller male returned the look with one of his own, slowly getting to his feet and settling a hand on the small of her back. Giving Ginger and Amanda a smirk, the black clad singer led the freelancer toward thee stairs.

    As soon as they were gone, the blue clad woman in Ginger’s lap broke the kiss to make a disgusted face. “Well that ruined the mood. Sorry but I just can’t stay feel amorous knowing my best friend is getting boned upstairs,” she grimaced. The bleach blonde under her only chuckled, pressing a moist kiss under her chin.

    “Are you sure?” he husked in a tone that made her core clench with need. Flushing at her reaction, Amanda cleared her throat as she found her body leaning into his instinctually.

    “Maybe not so sure,” she whispered, shivering as he ran his hands up and down her hips almost lazily.

    “Maybe I can convince you,” he murmured before simply scooping her into his arms once more and getting to his feet. Ignoring the resulting wolf whistles from Pogo, the musician took his girlfriend’s lips once more as he carried her out of the room and up the stairs.
    “Seems like a tie to me,” the keyboardist joked before taking a long draw from a bottle of Vodka. The other men only burst into laughter as the bottle passed around, quickly descending into a drunken party while the two pairs were otherwise occupied.
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