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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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Author’s Note: ‘And you're having a ball, oh yes, you're doing it all. Your filthy world's complete. Then your face, it contorts into that of a horse and you've got no more hands and feet.’ - Doctor Steel (Donkey Town)

‘Bring Me to Life’ (c) Evanescence/Amy Lee

Chapter Nineteen: What They Want

    Raven was busily sketching some costume designs for a client, her brow crinkled with concentration. The entire house could have collapsed at that moment and she wouldn’t have paid any mind, a fact that greatly amused Manson. “You do realize Pogo is naked on the couch in the living room right?” he announced. The midnight clad woman only shook her head as she continued to sketch.

    “Good for him. I’ll disinfect it later,” she responded, reaching for an eraser and scrubbing at a mistake viciously. The singer only chuckled, pressing a kiss to her cheek before going to let Lady out. The fluffy, black canine wagged her curly tail wildly, bouncing slightly while he clipped the leash to her collar. Then she was out the door like a shot, making the lithe male chuckle slightly.

    Heading back to the working female, the rocker placed his hands on her bony shoulders and pressed his naked cheek against hers. “Don’t work too hard,” he suggested quietly, placing a kiss on her white skin. Pulling away, the taller singer meandered into the living room; grinning at what he saw. Like he had told Raven, Pogo was lying naked on the couch; Jeordie pseudo leaning against him as he played ‘Spyro the Dragon’ on Raven’s PS3. John 5 was sitting in a chair, doing his best not to look at the naked keyboardist while Tim and Ginger simply huddled in the other chair and watched the game.

    “Are you going to put clothes on at some point?” Manson sighed, before motioning for the nude band member to sit up.

    “Hmmm, nope,” the mohawked male responded cheerfully, shifting slightly to allow his boss to sit down. Rolling his mismatched eyes, Manson sat on Pogo’s right side and leaned back to watch the game unfold.

    “So is it true you and Raven are engaged?” Ginger asked after a few moments. Blinking, the black clad male turned his gaze to the band member.

    “Yeah, did Amanda tell you?” the performer responded, quirking a hairless brow.

    “Last night. Congrats man. When are you going to make it official?” the acne scarred male asked, offering a hand for the superstar to shake.

    “Pretty soon. I was thinking about calling the press today if Raven was up for it. I know it’ll make the paparazzi come around more often but they’d find out eventually,” he sighed before taking the drummer’s hand and giving a single shake.

    “Speaking of which, they’re already starting to gather out there,” John 5 stated, motioning to the front of the house with a lazy flick of his wrist.

    Immediately, Manson was on his feet and snarling. Storming to the front door, the rock star was flinging the door open to see a stunned gathering of photographers. “What the fuck does it take to get you people to leave us the hell alone?! Get the fuck away before I really give you something to put in those gossip rags of yours,” he warned, smirking slightly as the crowd scattered. Closing the door, the towering male sighed before heading back into the kitchen. As much as he didn’t want to bring this up while she was so busy, he knew it was better to just get the announcement done and over with. The longer they waited, the more controversy it would stir.

    Raven was just putting the finishing touches on the design when the singer came back into the room. “I’m almost done Mare. Then you’ll have my full attention,” she announced, lifting her gaze to give him a brief smile before going back to work.

    “Well, that’s good because we have something we need to talk about,” he replied, taking a seat by her right side. Blinking, the freelancer only gave him a raised brow before she went back to what she was doing. She only had a few more things to do and then she could focus on what he had to say.

    The next few minutes passed in a comfortable silence until Lady started scratching at the door to be let back inside. Giving Raven a motion to stay seated, Manson got up to let the mutt in; getting his face licked for his troubles. “Thanks! Just a few more... There! Done! Now what did you want to talk about?” the artist announced, closing her sketchbook to smile at her fiance. Manson only pursed his lips as he placed his hand over hers.

    “Raven, I know you already have the paparazzi on your ass as it is but we need to make an announcement about our engagement,” he sighed, bracing himself for the inevitable fear she would display.

    As predicted, the artist was on her feet and pacing; a stressed look on her pale face. “Oh shit I never thought of that. Fuck, with you being famous, it’s better to get something like this out as soon as possible. But once its out there...,” she murmured, trailing off as her hazel eyes went wide with terror. In an instant, Manson was on his feet and taking her into his arms.

    “My mother is bound to see this and with my address being out there...,” she moaned, fisting her hands in the singer’s black shirt before burrowing her face in his chest.

    “Shhh, everything will be okay. I’m not going to let her hurt you,” he murmured, rubbing her back as he placed a kiss on the top of her head. Just hearing her words made him tense and he barely suppressed his urge to growl. If the woman dared to even raise her voice around Raven, he would mount her head on a pike as a warning to all.

    “I’m not worried about her physically hurting me. She’s never been one to actually hit. My mother more uses her words. She finds the things that bother you the most and uses them as weapons,” she replied quietly before pulling away from the singer to run a hand through her shoulder length hair.

    “No offence but you’re exactly what she didn’t want me to end up with. Also there’s the lovely little fact that she thinks you’re the antichrist. Not even joking. She honestly thinks you’re Satan’s son made flesh. When she found out I was obsessed with you... Well, let’s just say it wasn’t pretty,” the distressed woman explained, avoiding her fiance’s gaze as she began to pace due to her growing anxiety.

    “Raven...,” the performer began only to be stopped by her holding up her hand for silence.

    “No, I know. We can handle anything that comes at us but that doesn’t mean I want my mom to come barreling in, screaming her head off at me. I may be an adult but her words still have the power to do a lot of damage. Still, this is kinda what I signed up for when I started dating you. We need to make an announcement,” she replied worrying her lower lip before she got a mischievous look on her paper white face.

    “What are you...,” the taller male began before she grinned and rubbed her hands together.

    “Yes, that would be perfect! And it would get Amanda’s mind off whatever she’s planning to do for my recent engagement,” she cackled, slightly scaring the ‘Antichrist Superstar’ that was in the room with her.

    “Manson, you up for an impromptu concert at the park tonight?” the freelancer asked with a sudden fervor, frankly startling the now worried singer.

    “I suppose I could be,” he replied cautiously, raising a hairless brow slightly.

    “Great! Call who you need to and set things up, I have every confidence you’ll pull it off. I’ll be back in a sec,” the plotting woman responded, a strange grin on her lips as she ran off toward the living room. Blinking at her departure, the confused rock star only shook his head before heading into the hall to sift through the phonebook.

    Soon Raven was running into the tiny passage, an excited look on her face as the goth rocker hung up the phone. “So? What’s the word?” she asked, very nearly bouncing on the balls of her feet as the thin man turned to face her.

    “After a lot of talking I managed to get the mayor to agree to this performance as long as it’s short,” he responded, still looking confused.

    “Great! We only need the stage for a couple songs and our announcement,” the normally shy female chirped, making Manson wonder if all the stress had finally made her lose it.

    “Would you mind filling me in?” the celebrity asked, his curiosity finally getting the better of him.

    “Oh I had the perfect idea is all,” she giggled, patting him on the arm before flouncing back into the living room. Stunned, the midnight clad singer merely followed her; noticing Ginger seemed a bit twitchy. In fact, everyone in the room seemed to share a secret that he didn’t.

    “Are you going to tell me what this idea is?” the confused rock god asked, not sure if he liked the fact his fiance was treating Pogo’s nudity so casually.

    “Some of it. Ging is going to propose to Mandy after a song. A very specific song,” the black clad femme responded with a grin, just a shadow of nervousness under her smile. Before he could even ask, the front door was swinging open to announce Amanda’s return. Shooting Manson a look to stay quiet, the too pale artist rushed to greet her tired room mate.

    After a lot of convincing and outright begging on Raven’s part, the brown haired journalist was convinced to attend the concert. “Great! Go get some casual clothes on cause we’re leaving as soon as possible,” the artist had announced before scampering upstairs to put on her own clothing. She didn’t have very many other outfits outside her normal wear, the only other outfits she owned being things she wanted to experiment with. Thankfully she already had something in mind, tossing open her closet to search for said items. Soon she was pulling out a black corset that had a line of green outlining the straps as well as a pair of fingerless arm warmers. Next she was pulling out a matching, lacy looking skirt that looked like it would come up to her mid thigh at the most. Blushing at the thought of showing off so much skin, the nervous freelancer took a deep breath before beginning to get changed.

    Once she had on her new clothing, Raven rushed to the bathroom across the hall to do her hair and even make-up. She normally hated wearing this shit and only had the barest understanding of how to put it on. Sighing, the tomboy simply shrugged and hoped for the best as she began to spread Manson’s white pancake make-up on her face. Soon she was coloring her lips with black and outlining the tops of her eyes with red. Honestly happy with her solo job, the freelancer put her ebony hair up in a messy ponytail before taking a deep breath, gathering her courage and making her way downstairs. “Bathroom’s all yours Manny,” she announced as she descended the steps.

    “Thanks hun. We managed to get another tour bus for today and everything’s being packed on it. Only a few more minutes and...,” came the reply as the black clad singer came out of the living room, his voice stopping as soon as he laid eyes on her.

    Nibbling her lower lip nervously and fighting the urge to hide the exposed tops of her breasts, Raven waited nervously for his response to her costume. “So, what do you think? Do I look the part of a rock star?” she asked shyly, looking at him through her eyelashes due to her nervousness.

    “Mmm you look even better than the first time I saw you in something like that. Come here and let me have a better look,” he purred, his heterochromic gaze growing heated as he held out his arms for her. Giving him a small smile, the timid woman made her way down the stairs until she was standing in front of him; allowing his arms to wrap around her tightly.

    “I have to say I like this outfit better than the one I picked out,” he husked out, rubbing his nose along hers affectionately before giving her lips a chaste peck.

    “You’re silly. They look nearly identical,” she protested against his mouth with a playful chuckle before breaking the kiss to gaze up into his eyes.

    “Maybe its because this is something out of your personal wardrobe,” he purred before the moment was interrupted by Amanda playfully clearing her throat.

    “If you two are quite done, would one of you mind telling me what the big rush is?” asked the sarcastically frustrated female, a smile on her lips as she watched the couple.

    “Hmmmm, nah,” Raven chirped before flouncing out of her lover’s hold and giving her best friend a hug. Rolling her eyes, the journalist hugged the slightly taller female back before Ginger tapped on the frame of the front door.

    “We’re ready out here. Let’s get this show on the road,” the drummer announced, giving his girlfriend a nervous smile through the open entry.

    “Are you sure I’m not under dressed?” the brown haired writer teased, gesturing to Raven’s attire with a wry grin. The black haired artist only grinned back, ruffling the other woman’s frizzy hair affectionately before running out the front door.

    “Get back here!” the blue clad female hissed playfully before giving chase, shoving past her chuckling boyfriend. Then his earthy gaze was moving to Manson to see the taller, very intimidating male stalking toward him with a glower on his make-up coated face.

    Before Ginger could even think of running away, the towering rock star had a hold on him and was giving him a downright suspicious look. Then he was lowering himself to the bleach blonde’s level, his black coated lips brushing the outer shell of his ear. “Raven has something else planned doesn’t she. She only had me prepare one song but said there would be two. She insisted that she had the second one taken care of so spill, what the fuck does she have in mind?” he snarled, no hint of anger in his eyes despite his terse tone.

    “Sorry, I can’t tell you,” the drummer whispered, thanking any deity watching when a squeal from the pair of females distracted the performer long enough for him to escape into the relative safety of the tour bus. Soon the rest of the groups joined him, the tattooed, corset wearing male shooting glares at him on occasion.

    “Alright, Pogo set the drums there would you? Oh! And Twiggy, would you mind grabbing a guitar for yourself?” Raven half ordered, half requested as she positioned the microphones on the lip of the stage. Chuckling, Manson only watched with amusement as John 5 rolled his chocolate eyes.

    “If you guys spend much more time together, she might end up as a female clone of you,” he groaned playfully before sprinting off to help Tim with the amps.

    “Oh I doubt that. She doesn’t have the temper for it,” the singer chuckled before mounting the steps to join his harried looking fiance.

    By the time everything had been set up, quite a crowd of curious people began to gather around the outdoor stage. “Alright Mister, put your all into this song,” Raven chided playfully, only serving to further confuse the off balance rock star.

    “You still haven’t given me any notes for the second song!” the lithe male protested before he was stopped by a passionate kiss crashing down onto his lips.

    Blinking, the taller rock star made a surprised sound before she was breaking the kiss to shove him out onto the stage. “Don’t worry about it! Just sing what I picked and go with what happens after,” she urged, a nervous look on her face as she retreated to stand beside her childhood friend. Making a confused noise, the singer only rolled his mismatched eyes before storming out to loud cheers and heated protests.

    “Megs, just what are you planning?” a voice hissed in her ear, very nearly making the edgy female shoot into outer space.

    “Ah heh heh heh heh. You’re just gonna have to find that out. Let’s just say I’m killing two birds with one stone. Well, make that three actually,” she replied cryptically, turning her attention to the performer taking center stage.

    Of course some of the crowd responded by throwing various items like water bottles or whatever they had in their hands. Rolling his eyes and choosing to ignore behavior he was well used to, the ‘Antichrist Superstar’ simply rolled his heterochromic eyes before launching into his cover of ‘Sweet Dreams are Made of These’. “Perfect! Things are going smoothly!” the freelancer announced, eyeing the growing crowd of press.

    “You’re happy those parasites are out there?” Amanda asked in a stunned tone, only getting more confused when the shy woman nodded in agreement.

    “Yep! Oh and stand about here,” the taller, nervous looking goth responded, shoving the shocked journalist in front of her.

    Soon nearly all her questions were answered when Ginger practically dragged her onstage after the song had ended. Raven followed close behind, taking her place beside her fiance and looping a loose arm around his thin waist. Ignoring the flashbulbs going off, the nearly bouncing woman watched as the drummer got down on one knee and presented a tiny box. The look on Amanda’s face made what was coming next all worthwhile. The curly haired female looked utterly shocked before shooting a semi-accusing gaze at a now giggling Raven. “Amanda Rosehart, I know we haven’t known each other for a long time but I’ve never felt this way for anyone before. Before you came into my life, I didn’t know I could feel such a deep love for anyone. I want to be there to protect you, to grow old together, to watch our children grow. Will you allow me this?” the make-up coated musician whispered, just loud enough to be picked up by the microphones.

    Stunned, the superhero emblazoned female could only nod; beginning to cry happy tears as Ginger shot to his feet to give her a tight hug. Smiling, the darkly dressed artist stood on her tiptoes to kiss her beloved’s cheek before reaching for the microphone. Just as her fingertips brushed the cylindrical object, an unwelcome visitor began to approach the stage; Tom Welling. In seconds, the band was in the front and forming a line to protect Ginger; Manson very nearly charging toward the approaching actor. He only stopped when he felt a hand on his arm. Pursing his black lips, the towering superstar turned to see Raven glaring at the intruder. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing,” she snarled as she ripped the mic off its stand. This caused the crowd to freeze as they turned to murmur amongst themselves in confusion.

    “Stopping my soulmate from leaving me,” the TV star yelled as he kept walking, his eyes fixed on the line of men that hid Amanda from his view as he got closer.

    “Soulmate or not, she already made her choice! A choice you need to respect,” the pissed female snarled into the round, metal ball inches from her lips. Tom opened his mouth to argue when Amanda burst through the manmade barrier. The pale writer looked livid with rage as she glared down at a man she still had feelings for.

    “She’s right Mr. Welling. We’re more than done here. At this point, I can easily say I want nothing to do with you,” she snarled, her green eyes spitting venom and deep betrayal.

    “Mandy...,” the square faced male began, flinching when she shook her head fiercely.

    “No, no more. I don’t even want to see your face anymore,” she spat before turning and walking into Ginger’s open arms. The dark haired star could only stare up, a stricken look on his sculpted features before he simply turned and made his way back through the crowd.

    Raven let out a low growl as she watched his retreat before clearing her throat to get the audience’s attention. “Sorry for that interruption. Manson and I have our own announcement but first, allow me to do something for all the people out there. No matter how long I run, I doubt I’ll ever be left alone again. I might as well just give in and accept the inevitable,” she sighed, motioning to the band behind her. Amanda and Manson could only stand in place, staring at her, then at eachother with identical expressions of confusion on their faces.

    “Your guess is as good as mine,” they said at the same time, breaking the slight tension and causing the pair to giggle.

    “Stick around and find out,” Twiggy cooed playfully as he wandered past them to get into place. Shrugging, the still blushing journalist simply moved to the side of the stage to watch just what was going to happen.

    Once everyone was in place, Raven walked over to grab Manson’s hand before giving the band a nod. Pogo nodded back before starting a haunting piano riff on his keyboard. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, the artist waited for a few minutes before opening them again and beginning to sing. “How can you see into my eyes like open doors?” she fairly sighed as a few bass notes were added. Manson could only freeze in place, the breath stopping in his body as he tried to place what she was singing.

    “Leading you down into my core where I've become so numb,” she continued in a hauntingly sad voice. That was when the guitars and bass came in as Ginger began to play a beat on his drums. Then she was moving to the lip of the stage, dragging her stunned lover behind her.

    “Without a soul my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold. Until you find it there and lead it back home,” she sang, cueing Twiggy with a flick of her free hand.

    “Wake me up,” the dress wearing male snarled into the mic as he strummed his instrument.

    “Wake me up inside,” Raven belted, earning a roar of applause from the approving audience. Manson, on the other hand, could only listen to what she was telling him through the lyrics.

    “I can’t wake up,” the dreadlock wearing guitarist responded, focusing on the guitar he was playing while he sang.

    “Call my name and save me from the dark,” the artist sighed, locking eyes with the man to her right before continuing.

    “Wake me up,” the pink wearing musician rumbled dutifully in response, still hitting his notes perfectly as he danced slightly in place.

    “Bid my blood to run,” the black clad female sighed in a pleading tone, very nearly causing Manson to walk forward and envelop her in his arms.

    “I can’t wake up,” Jeordie nearly ordered, oblivious to what was going on with the pair.

    “Before I come undone,” Raven continued in a pain filled voice before closing her eyes.

    “Save me,” the man behind her and to her left belted out in a heartbroken tone, cueing John 5 to start wailing on his own guitar.

    “Save me from the nothing I've become,” hissed the pale woman, her eyes squeezed shut as she let her emotions shine through. Then she was reopening her eyes to lock gazes with her fiance once more, wanting him to see what she felt in her eyes. Manson swallowed visibly in response, his mismatched eyes urging her to continue.

    “Now that I know what I'm without, you can't just leave me. Breathe into me and make me real,” she rasped before taking in a deep breath for the next part.

    “Bring me to life,” she nearly screamed, emphasizing each word loudly. Then the band really began to play as she danced around the stage while repeating the previous chorus with Twiggy.

    “Bring me to life,” she sighed, leaning towards the rapt crowd as she sang.

    “I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside,” the former band member yelled, cueing Raven to repeat her previous line with much more conviction.

    Then the music wound down, telling her to pause and close her eyes. “Frozen inside without your touch, without your love, darling,” she sighed, nearly flinching when an arm wrapped loosely around her corset clad waist.

    “Only you are the life among the dead,” she continued, belting out the last word and extending it as she opened her eyes and shifted her gaze to her fiance. He was giving her a glance so filled with emotion, it came close to causing her voice to falter.

    “All this time I can't believe I couldn't see. Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me,” Jeordie roared, obviously taking the place of Manson’s response.

    “I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems. Got to open my eyes to everything,” the midnight clad freelancer belted, stepping away from her fiance to move along the edge of the platform.

    “Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul,” Jeordie chanted from his spot.

    “Don’t let me die here,” Raven sighed, making sure to stay out of Manson’s reach so she could finish the song.

    “There must be something more,” the guitarist screamed, merging into Raven’s response.

    “Bring meee to liiiiife,” she belted before repeating the chorus. As she finished the last lines of the song, she finally came to a stop to allow the taller male to tug her into a tight hug.

    “Raven...,” he husked in her ear before taking her lips in a kiss that made her insides ache. The lightly shaking female melted into the kiss for a few moments before breaking it and giving her fiance an apologetic glance.
    “On that note, Marilyn Manson and I are engaged,” she announced into her mic, only having just enough time to get the words out before he retook her lips hungrily. Then he was scooping her into his arms without breaking the liplock, carrying her off the stage and through the mob of cameras and microphones. His tongue viciously claiming her mouth, the towering singer carried his fiance into the tour bus and closed the door behind him.
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