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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.

Chapter List
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Author’s Note: ‘The Bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame.’ - ‘Hellsing’.

Chapter Twenty-Four: On My Way Down Now
Raven sighed in her sleep, nuzzling into the warm chest she was snuggled against. A pair of arms tightened around her softly as the person holding her snored lightly. Stretching her tired, relaxed body, the groggy female wrapped her arms around the other person’s waist; having a good idea of just who was holding her. Yet, despite the fact of being aware of just what happened and who was cuddling her, Raven felt completely at ease. A sleepy purr from the singer holding her made her smile as she began to drift back off.
She had just about drifted off when she noticed her clothes had changed, even her soiled panties. A mortified blush filled her still slightly sore cheeks as the familiar panic began to rise within her. Had Manson looked at her? Taking a deep breath through her nose, Raven tried to stop the panic before it became all encompassing. No, he wouldn’t do that. He had always kept his promises and had never taken advantage of the opportunity to see her naked. Coming to the conclusion that she had nothing to worry about, Raven shoved the panic down roughly as she rubbed her cheek against his scarred chest. “Mmmmf okay?” came a gruff, sleep muzzed voice as the rock star stirred against her.
Freezing against him, Raven pulled back to look at the singer. “Mmmm. Raaaven okay?” he rumbled out, clearly still mostly asleep as he looked down at her with dim concern. Even asleep, he had been able to tell she was upset and the knowledge made her heart flutter in her chest.
“Yeah, I’m okay. I just realized you changed my clothes during the night,” she replied quietly, kissing his lips lightly.
“Didn’t look,” he assured drowsily, returning the kiss briefly as his hands moved over her back.
“I sorta figured,” she replied, yawning slightly as she laid her cheek back against his chest.
“Sleep,” he sighed, already starting to drift off once it was clear she was no longer upset.
A bit touched and amused, Raven grinned against his skin as she closed her eyes to resume sleep. She was just beginning to drift back off when she heard a loud crash followed by a female shriek come from downstairs. Groaning in frustration, the groggy woman pulled away from Manson; who was now sitting up slowly and holding his black haired head in his hands. “God fucking dammit, can’t we have a moment’s peace,” he hissed in an irritated voice as he swung his bare legs over the right side of the bed.
“Apparently not,” the pale woman quipped grouchily, cautiously throwing the covers off herself. To her mixed relief and amusement she was dressed in one of her over-sized Marilyn Manson t-shirts that she used as pajamas. She had other over-sized black t-shirts that were able to be used when all her normal ones were dirty, so she was amused by his choice.
“When I get down there, I’m going to kill fucking Pogo,” he snarled, pulling on his tight, black jeans from yesterday.
Blushing at the sight of his flaccid penis, Raven cleared her throat and turned her back on the dressing singer as she got out of bed. “How do you know it was him?” she asked in a much too high pitch voice as she edged to her dresser while still trying to face away from him. Her movement was stopped by a strong pair of arms wrapping around her and a half naked Manson pressing against her.
“Who else could it be? You’re so adorable when you’re flustered,” he sighed in her ear, his lips briefly brushing the outer shell as his hands came to rest on her stomach.
The pale woman flushed, causing the faded, yellowing bruises on her cheeks to throb painfully. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Though I’m surprised they made it here so quickly,” she replied, her voice small and shy as she tried to pull away from the super star behind her. Manson only chuckled, allowing her to move but keeping himself pressed flush against her back.
“Its so utterly cute that you’re still so embarrassed around me,” he purred, grinding his clothed erection against her shirt covered butt. Raven shuddered in response, the blush on her slightly bruised cheeks going deeper. Where on Earth had that come from? Normally him doing that would have caused an instant wave of embarrassment through her. Now she found herself actually leaning into him, not that the rock star seemed to mind. In fact he seemed positively delighted.
“Hmm, you’re definitely getting braver,” he teased, grinding his erection against her behind again before releasing her hips.
Her heart beating in her chest and her womanhood pulsing deliciously from arousal, Raven was surprised to find she was disappointed. Clearing her throat, the flustered woman grabbed her clothes and practically fled out of her room; heading to the bathroom just across the hall. As she ran, she was dimly aware of Manson’s amused chuckle behind her. Rocketing into the bathroom and locking the door behind her, the embarrassed, shocked female began to run herself a cold shower. This was not a good way to start the day.
Amanda was tearing at her curly, brown locks as she stared into the living room, her teeth grinding noisily from rage. Johnny and Jerome skidded into the hall behind her at the same time but from different places. Both men’s jaws dropped as they took in what was in the living room. From the looks of it, the T.V. had been ‘Tombstoned’ into the newly replaced coffee table, effectively splitting the hapless piece of furniture in half. The culprit was standing right by the table, looking proud of himself even as his bandmates were shielding him with their bodies. “Did ya miss me?” Pogo chirped, a grin on his red lips as he held out his black clad arms for a hug.
“Run. Run fast. Run far,” the woman snarled, moments before launching herself at the entire group.
Manson came down just in time to witness the ensuing chaos and simply let out a low, annoyed sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He had been awoken from a very nice cuddle session with his girlfriend, for this. Anger rising within him, the rock star made a detour into the kitchen. If he was going to deal with this, he was going to go in armed. With an annoyed look on his pale face, the singer reached into a cupboard to pull out two familiar bottles.
Pouring himself an even mix of both Vodka and Absinthe, Manson knocked back the fluid with a shudder before heading to the living room. The sight that greeted him made him long for another drink. The two groups seemed to be doing their level best to keep Amanda from tearing off Pogo’s head while Ginger was trying to get the keyboardist out of the room. Jeordie was the only one not joining in, choosing to watch the events from a safe spot near the entrance of the room. “Enough!” Manson roared, his patience running out.
Everyone in the room froze, looking at him with wide, shocked eyes. Once he was sure the chaos had truly come to a stop, the rock star let out a heavy sigh before heading up to Pogo. The mohawked maniac was grinning at him insanely while Ginger stood slightly behind him with an exasperated look on his pale face. Placing a firm hand on the keyboardist’s shoulder, Manson got a strange look on his face as he looked down at his bandmate. “Do you enjoy making my life hell wherever we go?!” he snarled out, his hand tightening in what would have been a painful grip on any other person.
Pogo only tittered, seemingly overjoyed by the performer’s seething rage. “Get in the fucking tour bus and wait there. I don’t care how long it takes, just fucking stay put,” the singer bit out, sounding as if he was hanging onto his temper by the barest of threads. The keyboardist only saluted mockingly before swaggering off towards the bus that waited outside, Ginger following close behind to make sure he went where he was supposed to.
“Hey wait! He gets off scot-free? What about my fucking table and my T.V.?!” Amanda squealed indignantly, struggling against the mass of people holding her back.
“He’ll fucking pay for them! Stop fucking screaming,” he yelled back, his already thin patience breaking a little.
“That won’t stop him from breaking the next batch!” she protested, not at all scared of the furious rock star.
“Look, I can’t stop the fact that he’s going to break your shit! That’s just the way he is! I have no more control over his actions than you do Raven’s,” Manson spat, beginning to move toward the restrained female.
Immediately Tim and John 5 broke off to restrain the fuming singer while Jerome and Johnny still held onto Amanda, not that this did much good. Both of them continued to move towards each other, sparks of sheer aggression practically shooting between their locked eyes. Ginger, who had just come back from escorting Pogo to the tour bus, dashed to stand between them; shielding the curly haired female with his body. “That’s enough, both of you!” the drummer snarled, glaring at both of them like they were fighting children.
Manson and Amanda continued to glare daggers at eachother for several moments before the singer simply snorted and backed off a few steps. “Just make sure he replaces what he broke,” Amanda snarled, yanking herself free of the two holding her and storming into the kitchen.
“Was it necessary to scream at her?!” Ginger exploded, getting right up in Manson’s face and screaming.
Manson blinked a bit in surprise before understanding shone in his mismatched eyes. He was looking at man who was as deeply in love as he was. Deciding it was in his best interest to feign submission, the singer slumped in false defeat as he pinched his nose. “Sorry ‘bout that Ging. I’ve been really stressed out lately. I’ll go apologize to her,” he offered, inwardly smiling at the drummer’s dumbstruck expression. Just seeing that had made this whole headache of a morning worth it. Only smirking when his back was turned on the other man, the performer began to stride to the kitchen.
Raven, on the other hand, had heard all the commotion while toweling herself off after a very cold shower. Sighing to herself, she slipped on her clothes before looking at a stick of black lipstick that was sitting on the bathroom sink. Recognizing it as one of hers that she had left there lord knows how long ago, the pale female began to head towards the sink. Stopping to look at herself in the mirror, she picked up the small tube and looked at its shiny surface for several moments before rolling a bit of the substance up.
Amanda was currently sitting at the table, sipping her first cup of coffee with a surly look on her pale face. She wore a simple pink blouse as well as black dress pants, her ruby lips were pursed in annoyance as she set her mug down and glared ahead at nothing. Deep down she knew Manson was right about his control over what Pogo did, she just hated to admit it. “Hey,” came a familiar, unwelcome male voice from the entrance to the kitchen.
“What do you want,” she sighed, pointedly looking away from him. The rock star only let out a frustrated growl in response before coming in.
“Look, we can agree that we don’t like eachother but I’m here to offer an apology. The way I acted in there was inexcusable,” Manson replied, his baritone voice sounding sincere under the weariness.
“I’ll say. You were an utter ass,” she hissed, pausing to take a sip of her coffee with a sour look on her face, “but I accept your apology. I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t expect you to be able to keep a leash on your band members,”she continued, looking down at the table.
“Thanks. So why do ya have such a bug up your butt about me anyway?” the singer asked curiously, pulling out a chair to sit at the table. The curly haired woman to his left looked up at hims with a look that said ‘Where the hell do I start’ before she shook her head.
“I could go on all day,” she murmured grouchily into her mug, glaring down at the wood of the table.
Frowning, Manson opened his mouth to demand she elaborate when a timid voice interrupted them. “Are you guys alive down there?” Raven asked from the stairs, sounding a bit afraid. To Amanda’s amusement, the rock star was on his feet in a flash and headed back to the hall that lead to the stairs to the second story.
“Yeah, Pogo did a number on the living room though... woah,” the singer began, cut off by a word that sounded more like an exhalation. Quirking her brow in curiosity, Amanda went to the entryway of the kitchen and nearly had to pick her jaw up out of the basement from what she saw.
Raven was dressed in a rather form fitting Marilyn Manson T-shirt and black jeans. Her usual platform boots adorned her feet and her ebony hair hung loosely around her pale face. Black lipstick shaded her lips and a touch of dark grey eyeshadow framed her hazel eyes. Black, fingerless arm warmers went up to her mid bicep, creating the illusion of longsleeves. All in all, the woman was the perfect picture of a typical Manson fangirl. She had even sprinkled some white face makeup on herself to help hide the yellowed bruises on her cheeks.
The way Manson and Amanda were staring at her made her feel extremely self conscious. Maybe she had gone a bit overboard and she should go change and save herself embarrassment. Nibbling her lower lip and blushing, the flustered female turned began to fidget in place unsurely. “D-did I do it wrong or something? she asked shyly, wanting more and more to retreat the longer the silent staring went on. To make matters even worse, the others came from the living room to see what was going and gave the same reaction. Even Johnny was staring at her with his jaw agape, making her feel like she had made a very critical mistake.
As if sensing her unease, Manson mounted the steps two at a time to wrap his arms tightly around her. “No, you look absolutely stunning,” he purred in a husky voice as he gave her a soul searing, lust filled kiss.
“I’ll say. You see what just a little make-up can do?” Jeordie chirped from his position at the bottom of the stairs, drawing an amused chuckle from the rock star holding her.
“While the make-up certainly accented her natural beauty, I don’t think she needs it to look stunning,” Manson purred, rubbing his nose along hers and smiling in amusement as her faintly make-up coated cheeks flushed. The rest of the gaggle, except for Twiggy, simply shrugged and went back to what they had been doing before; leaving Raven alone with Manson who was smirking down at her in a way that both made her want to run away and curious as to just what he was planning.
“Hey Twigs, ya remember what I said about a show for Raven,” the singer husked out, amusement and lust sparkling in his mismatched eyes as he smirked down at her. Raven’s hazel eyes went wide with shock, embarrassment and lust as her jaw practically dropped through the floor.
“I’m game if you are Mare,” the ex-guitarist purred, prowling up the stairs like a sleek housecat. His almost girlish hips swayed in a sensual way as his lust filled brown eyes rested on the pair at the top of the stairs. Manson let out a satisfied growl in response, his heterochromic gaze watching Jeordie with appreciation and no small amount of desire.
Raven swallowed dryly as lust filled her in a hot rush from just seeing the latent chemistry between the two men as the effeminate ex-bandmate drew closer and closer. Feeling downright flustered as well as embarrassed, the black haired female squirmed in the performer’s tight grasp like a fish on a hook. “Y-you don’t have to put on any show for me!” she squeaked out, her voice as husky as it was unsteady, making both men grin at her knowingly.
“Oh, I’d say from your reaction that you want us to,” Manson purred teasingly, wrapping an arm around Jeordie as the darker skinned man came to stand by his side. Then, with a pointed smirk to Raven, he pulled the ex-guitarist into a heated kiss; both immediately locking tongues as if they were starved for sex.
When they finally broke away from eachother, Raven was watching them with desire darkened eyes as a dark blush covered her lightly made up cheeks. Unknowingly, her tongue snaked out to slowly lick her dry lips as she let out a shaky breath. “Mmm, I think she liked that Mare,” Twiggy purred, snuggling into the rock star’s side and resting his dreadlocked head on the other man’s shoulder.
“I think you’re right Jeordie,” Manson rumbled out, his voice rough and husky as his mismatched gaze fixed on her lips.
“Let’s move this party somewhere more private,” Jeordie sighed, looking up at the singer with a loving expression as he traced gentle circles in the performer’s chest. Manson nodded in response, firmly leading Raven along on one side while holding the ex-guitarist close on the other.
Not having the brain power needed to protest due to a sudden short circuit in her wiring, Raven followed along placidly; making some of the cutest noises either of them had ever heard. “Aw, I think the poor dear blew a fuse,” Twiggy teased as the rock star released him to swing open the door to his room.
“Already? I can’t wait to see what she’ll do when I have you begging under me,” Manson rumbled out, his voice sound more like a growl as he lead them both inside and locked the door behind them.
The lock clicking into place brought Raven out of her stupor and she skittered away from the pair with a flustered squeak. Her chest heaved as she looked at them with shy, lust filled eyes, making both of the men watching her chuckle in amusement. “Y-you’re not really going to...,” she began, her voice shaky and throaty as her hazel eyes remained fixed on the pair. Instead of answering directly, the rockstar pulled his ex-guitarist into a heated, hunger filled kiss, drawing a lust filled groan from the man in his arms.
The small noise shot right to her core, causing a large pulse of arousal that nearly made her moan out loud. Some part of her was finding this whole thing incredibly hot and her flusterment went up a notch. After a few moments of frenching, the two broke off; Manson panting raggedly while Twiggy whimpered needily as he rested his cheek against the rock star’s heaving chest. Another jolt of arousal shot through her at the sight, drawing a shaky sigh from the embarrassed woman as she watched them. Despite the scene being extremely embarrassing, she couldn’t take her eyes off it for a second.
Manson, noticing her close regard, smirked at her knowingly as he pulled Jeordie into another heated kiss; both of his hands coming to to grasp the ex-guitarist’s firm, jeans covered ass. Twiggy whimpered breathily in response, moaning needily as his kiss grew more urgent against the singer’s lips. The rock star only growled softly in response, breaking the kiss long enough to slowly take the ex-bandmates’ tight, black shirt off. His hands purposefully ran along Jeordie’s bronze skin as he slowly drew the article of clothing off, drawing a ragged, need filled moan from the effeminate man.
Her heart felt like it was about to beat out of her chest and an aching need filled the junction between her legs as she watched the scene before her. Her thighs unconsciously rubbed together in an effort to give her some relief as her arousal rose and ebbed within her like a tide, growing ever larger as time slowly went on. Then they were kissing again, Jeordie making small keening noises as his tongue fought with Manson’s as he began to push the rock star towards the bed with his body. “Mmf a bit eager?” the ‘Antichrist Superstar teased in a husky voice as he broke the kiss to give Twiggy an amused look.
“Shut up,” the ex-guitarist hissed, practically pouncing the singer and tackling him onto the bed and drawing a surprised noise from the male under him. The super star barely had enough time to chuckle before his lips were captured in a searing kiss.
Then Jeordie was breaking the kiss to pull off Manson’s shirt, tossing it carelessly to the side before resuming the heated kiss. The singer purred deep in his throat, his hips thrusting slightly under the ex-guitarist and drawing a lust filled moan from the dreadlock wearing man. Then, in a blur of motion, the rock star had flipped both of them over so Twiggy was on his back and he was nestled firmly between the ex-bandmate’s legs. This drew a low whimper of need from the squirming male as he looked up at the man over him with lust-filled eyes. “No teasing this time Mare,” he begged breathlessly, fumbling with the button on his own tight jeans in his haste to get them off.
“No promises,” Manson husked out, leaning over the shuddering man to lick at a dark nipple; drawing a ragged yelp from Jeordie.
Her legs shaking too much to support her now, Raven slid to her knees as she watched the scene go on. She had never been turned on by any sort of porn before, with the exception of some of the fanfics she read, so her body’s reaction was quite a shock to her. Jolts of arousal rolled through her, causing the overwhelmed female to shudder helplessly as she watched. The sexual aura in the air was so thick she could practically taste it and certainly wasn’t helping her current predicament any. She was so aroused, it was nearly painful.
Turning his head slightly to check on Raven, a small, knowing smirk appeared on Manson’s face as he saw her condition. So, with an utterly mischievous look on his pale face, the rock star moved to Twiggy’s other nipple and gave the taut flesh a lick. “Ah, christ Mare!” Jeordie hissed, his hips jerking upward of their own accord and allowing the effeminate male to pull his jeans off. The singer only chuckled in response, kissing his way slowly down the ex-guitarist’s quivering, bronze stomach.
Slowly working his way down, the super star encountered Twiggy’s pulsing, dribbling erection. “Already so worked up, is exhibitionism one of your kinks?” the singer teased, his voice deep and throaty as he hovered near the erect flesh.
“Mare, just... God, please,” Jeordie hissed urgently, fighting to keep his hips still so they wouldn’t thrust up into Manson’s face.
“Not yet. We need to make sure our audience is more than satisfied,” the rock star rumbled out, a darkly amused grin on his face as he slid lower and held the other man’s hips up. With gentle fingers, Manson spread open the tight pucker; drawing a needy moan from the male in front of him.
“N-not that Mare, anything but that,” the ex-guitarist gasped out, his voice on the very cusp of outright begging.
The ‘Antichrist Superstar’ only purred in response, slowly snaking out his tongue to lick at the exposed skin. The reaction was immediate and violent, Twiggy’s torso arching upward as he gave a guttural cry of absolute pleasure. Chuckling, the performer did it again; this time inserting the tip of his tongue into the tight, quivering hole. “Ung, f-fuck,” Jeordie bit out, his voice strained from need and pleasure as his spread legs shuddered around Manson’s black haired head. Taking the utterance as encouragement, the rock star inserted more of his tongue until the tip brushed against a small bump deep inside Twiggy’s shuddering passage.
“A-ah! Hahn, fuck Mare! Nmmm,” the now panting man gasped out, his hips jerking again as his erect member poured more pre onto his stomach.
As if sensing the ex-guitarist wouldn’t be able to take much more without blowing his load, the performer pulled back; licking his lips as he stared down at Jeordie with lust darkened, mismatched eyes. Reaching forward with a tender hand, Manson almost loving cupped the other male’s cheek as he leaned over the ex-guitarist’s body to give him a chaste kiss; his free hand moving down to unfasten the jeans he still wore.
Raven watched all this from her position on the floor, her womanhood throbbing painfully with need. Every small whimper from Twiggy’s quivering lips had sent a shock of arousal straight to her core, quickly making her arousal very painful and nearly impossible to ignore. If it weren’t for the fact that she felt incredibly shy around the two men she would be giving herself some form of relief right now, mostly in the form of a hand down her jeans. Sighing shakily, the flustered, highly aroused woman continued to watch the scene raptly. She wasn’t about to miss any of this for the world.
Sliding his jeans off, Manson turned to look at Raven again as he positioned himself at Jeordie’s pulsing entrance. A lust filled smile curled his lips as he drank in how flushed and aroused she looked, a deep purr of satisfaction leaving the rock star as he slowly slid into the ex-guitarist’s tight channel. Twiggy moaned in response, his hips arching up as he sat up slightly to wrap his thin arms around the super star’s pale neck. “Fuck, Mare move!” he squealed, his hips moving down on the erection impaling him.
Manson obliged with a grunt, his hands coming to grip Jeordie’s thin hips as he took the man under him viciously. Each stroke brought a shaky, low moan from the ex-bandmate, the darker man shuddering in need and pleasure as something deep within him was stroked with almost brutal efficiency. “Ahn, yes. God yes. M-more,” Twiggy grunted breathlessly before capturing the performer’s lips in a heated, needy kiss as he let out a pleasure filled keen.
Snarling almost possessively against his ex-guitarist’s lips, Manson began to trust deeper and harder; his mouth swallowing Jeordie’s passionate groans. Breaking the kiss so he could catch his breath as he continued to thrust within the male under him, the rock star found his gaze wandering over to Raven. Said woman was watching them with her lips slightly open, her hazel eyes dark with lust and need; the sight of her making a jolt of arousal shoot through his pulsing manhood.
Turning his attention back to the man keening and moaning under him, Manson lowered himself until their chests were touching; allowing his already deep strokes to go even deeper. “Oh god!” Twiggy groaned in a guttural, much deeper voice as he hung on for dear life. Manson only growled in response, soft pants of effort and pleasure leaving his lips as he kissed Jeordie’s brown neck.
“Raven,” he sighed in a lust filled voice, his hands tightening on the ex-guitarist’s hips almost painfully as his hips rocketed back and forth even faster. Small moans left the singer’s lips as her practically burrowed his face in Twiggy’s shoulder.
“M-mare I’m g-gonna,” the effeminate man under him gasped just moments before his body went stiff. With a loud, passionate cry of the singer’s name, Twiggy’s erection spurted out string after string of white semen.
Feeling the passage around him tighten and flutter as his ex-bandmate orgasmed, Manson began to thrust erratically as rough pants left him. “Raven, oh Raven,” he sighed passionately, going stiff as he poured himself into Jeordie’s still quivering passage. Then he collapsed onto the man beneath him, panting harshly as he turned his head to check on Raven’s reaction.
Raven stared at the pair with wide, desire darkened eyes; her pupils hugely dilated from her arousal. Realizing it was now over, the flustered, lust filled woman cleared her throat and got shakily to her feet. Seeing Manson like that, as well as hearing him call her name and not Jeordie’s at the end, had only served to fan her already raging arousal. Feeling very awkward all of a sudden and her core pulsing like an infected tooth, the embarrassed female simply unlocked the door and fled from the room; not hearing the amused chuckle of Manson behind her as the door slipped shut in her wake.
Some time later, after her body had calmed down efficiently for her to move around without feeling like the brush of her pants was gonna make her cum, Raven headed back downstairs. She felt awkward and slightly off balance as she made her way slowly down the stairs. After what happened a few minutes ago, she was unsure of how to react or feel. She also dreaded the others somehow knowing and making fun of her for witnessing the act. Shaking off the ridiculous thoughts, the still flustered woman slowly made her way to the living room to peek in.
Manson was in there by himself, leaning back in the couch with his eyes shut; as if waiting for something. “Um, hi,” Raven said shyly, fidgeting nervously as his heterochromic eyes slowly slid open and a satisfied smirk curled his lips.
“Hello. You certainly seemed to enjoy that,” he purred, slowly getting to his feet and moving towards her. The way his body moved as he came towards her reminded her of a panther stalking its prey and she found herself backing away instinctually, drawing an amused chuckle from the rock star.
Then he shot forward, grabbing her waist tightly as he pulled her flush against his chest. His eyes looked amused, yet sad as he grinned down at her. Then his lips met hers in a brief, loving kiss, his arms tightening and shaking slightly around her as he pulled back to look in her eyes. “We have to leave now sweetie,” he whispered in a slightly broken, reluctant voice; the tight arms around her telling her that he really didn’t want to let go. Sighing in response, the pale female rested her forehead against his bony chest and wrapped her own arms around him.
“I really wish I could just come with you,” she whispered, her voice thick with tears as she snuggled into his warm body.
“I do too but you simply aren’t ready for that right now,” he replied, fear tinging his voice as he thought back to the one concert he had brought her to.
“At least it’ll only be a week,” she whispered softly, not noticing the two tears that slipped out of her hazel eyes as she looked up at him.
Brushing away the tears with a gentle thumb, the rock star leaned down to plant a loving kiss on her forehead as he cradled her to him. “A week is still far too long. If you need me, for anything, you call,” he hissed, his voice thick with worry as his mismatched gaze bored into her.
“I will, I promise,” she murmured, more tears slipping down her cheeks as she found herself wondering just how she would survive the coming week.
The days seemed to crawl by unbearably slow, nearly driving Raven insane with the wait. Johnny, Amanda and Jerome did their best to keep her flagging spirits high but it soon became clear to them that the only cure for her was for Manson to come home. Still, they refused to give up; taking her out of the house on occasion and even engaging the depressed female in video games. Yet she still seemed to be waiting on the edge of her seat for the singer to come back.
Finally the final day had come and Raven was both nervous and excited. With Manson coming back from a tour, it would be unlikely he’d be going on one again any time soon. The prospect of spending a long amount of time around her once idol both thrilled her and made her very apprehensive. Johnny, Amanda and Jerome had all tried to lure her to the grocery store with them just to get her out of the house so she wouldn’t go crazy but she refused. She wanted to be home when her boyfriend came back. So when there was a knock on the door, the nervous female shot to the door to open it. Fear immediately replaced excitement as she took in just who was at her door.
“Hey Meagan, long time no see,” sneered the man in front of her, a cruel leer on his pale face. His cheek length, curly hair framed his face and his sky blue eyes glittered with an inner malice as he forced his way into the house.
“T-tony,” she gasped out in a fearful shaky voice, backing away from her ex as he closed the door behind himself.
“Aw, its does me good to hear you haven’t forgotten me after all these years. What say we catch up on old times,” he snarled, ill will clear in his voice as he began to move towards her.
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