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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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WARNING!!: There’s a scene that comes dangerously close to rape.
Author’s Note: ‘Down the dark decades of your pain, this will seem like a memory of Heaven.’ - Pinhead (Hellraiser)

Chapter Twenty-Five: Halted Momentum
    Raven made a dash for the stairs, her hazel eyes wide with fear as her heart stopped beating. Behind her Tony made a leap for her, tackling her to the floor and effectively rolling them both along the floor. They eventually came to a stop at the base of the stairs, her ex straddling over her and pinning her wrists above her head. “I can’t believe ya actually did it. How long were ya fucking him for? Were ya fucking him when you were with me?” the seething male snarled, his hands tightening painfully.
    “Get the fuck off me!” Raven screamed with more bravado than she actually felt. On the inside, the words he was spewing made her heart lurch. A long time ago, when she had first started dating Tony in high school, she had been much more obsessed with Manson. She had even gone so far as to tell Tony that if she ever met the singer, she would leave him in a heartbeat. It had been childish folly, not to mention her head was pretty fucked by her parents at that point, there was no way anything like that should have been taken seriously.
    Instead of answering, Raven bucked her hips under Tony in an effort to throw him off, taking in a deep breath to scream for help. Just as she was about to let loose, one of his hand clamped cruelly over her mouth as an insane grin appeared on his pale face. “None of that now! We wouldn’t want our reunion to be interrupted now would we,” he whispered his voice full of deadly promise as he leered down at her. A cold rush of fear filled her entire body as she realized his eyes were roving over her clothed body hungrily.
    Then, in a blur of black and snarling, Lady was upon him; her fangs buried in the arm holding her wrists. A surprised, disappointed look passed over Tony’s paper white face before he flung his arm outward with a rapid violence, flinging the poor mutt off him and skidding her into a wall. With a pained yelp, the terrified canine ran up the stairs with her tail between her legs. Raven was so stunned by what was happening that she didn’t realize her arms were free until his hand clamped down on them again, tightly. “Now, where were we. Oh yes, you were gonna tell me just how long you’ve been fuckin’ Manson for,” he hissed, his voice low and deadly as his blue eyes glittered down at her maliciously.
    Manson paced up and down the long expanse of the bus, his hands clasped behind his back and a muscle twitching occasionally in his cheek. The other band members, with the exception of Tim, were watching him with semi-amused looks. If it wasn’t for the fact that the singer was a walking powder keg, the entire group would have been highly entertained by his discomfiture. None of them had ever seen the normally imposing man this nervous or excited. “Manson, why don’t ya have a drink, sit down and relax. Your pacing is making me dizzy,” Twiggy whined, earning horrified looks from John 5 and Ginger. Pogo merely grinned and leaned back to watch the show.
    The singer froze mid-step, making Ginger and John freeze in anticipation. “A drink, yeah,” he muttered out in a dazed voice, as if the thought hadn’t occurred to him before then. Then he was moving to the mini bar that was on the right wall of the bus and near the back bedroom. As the oblivious performer pulled himself a glass of Vodka/Absinthe, Ginger and John were looking at Jeordie with a mixture of awe and disbelief. The ex-guitarist merely smiled and shrugged, as if to say ‘What did you think was gonna happen?’
    With alcohol in hand, Manson flopped on the couch in between Twiggy and Ginger; much to the drummer’s horror and dismay. “Ginger, talk to me about Amanda,” the rock star hissed, slamming his drink down with one swallow. A shudder ran through his thin frame as the liquid burned through his veins, drawing a small noise from his black lips as the bleach blonde drummer looked at him with confusion.
    “Amanda? Um, I haven’t gotten much of a chance to spend a lot of time with her but the little I have was amazing. She’s smart, funny and has attitude to spare,” Ginger replied, his voice growing wistful as his brown eyes closed in remembrance. He didn’t see the singer’s grimace of annoyance in response.
    “You fell for her kinda fast didn’t you? You barely know her to be honest. Why do you feel so strongly for her?” Manson sighed, getting to his feet and going back to the bar to refill his glass. He missed his bandmate watching him with an understanding look, a faint smile on his make-up coated face.
    “We’re no longer talking about Amanda and I, are we?” the drummer asked gently, smiling slightly. Twiggy and Pogo also grinned while John simply rolled his eyes irritably. Ever since Raven had come into Manson’s life, the singer’s temper had really started to mellow. Yet he was still cantankerous enough for it to amuse all of them to see him so uncharacteristically insecure and unsure.
    Manson froze for a moment before filling his glass and returning to his spot on the couch. “Dita... She’s got me thinking about things best not thought about. About past relationships. I... I love Raven more than anything, I can’t fucking lose her. It just, it scares me that I barely know anything about her and she had this much power over me,” he confessed in a gruff voice, knocking the greenish fluid back with a wince as he glared at the carpet beneath his boots. A gentle grip on his right arm made him turn his head towards Twiggy who was looking at him with a sympathetic grin.
    “Love is scary man, I know that better than anyone. But when it’s real, it’s worth the trouble,” Jeordie reassured him, placing a brotherly arm around the singer’s bony, clothed shoulders. The rock star froze for a moment before letting out a slow, shaky breath.
    “How do you know when it’s real? I’ve been fooled so many times now. So many woman who I thought were real,” he replied in a tortured sounding voice.
    All of a sudden John 5 was standing from the chair beside the couch, moving to stand in front of Manson. “I have no doubt that Raven loves you with all her heart and that she’ll never betray you if she can help it,” the guitarist bit out, his brown eyes shining with impatience. As soon as the words left his mouth, his bandmates all stared at him with astonishment; especially Manson and Ginger.
    “Uh, you are John, right? You know, the moody asshole who has never approved of any of my relationships since Dita?” Manson asked in an incredulous voice, quirking a naked brow at the bleach blonde in front of him.
    “Very funny Mare but I’m dead serious. She’s... different than the others. She actually seems to care about the person under the fame and make-up,” the guitarist continued, irritation evident in his voice as he glared down at the rock star.
    “I know that! I know she’s not like anything I’ve ever seen before! It’s just fucking Dita! Just her presence makes my mind go routes it normally wouldn’t,” the ‘Antichrist Superstar’ bit out, his hands coming up to grasp his head tightly.
    “It’s not just Dita that’s made you like this. Yeah she may have been a catalyst but there’s something else going on here. She made you remember Melinda didn’t she?” Twiggy asked gently, drawing a hiss from Pogo. The keyboardist’s head was turned to face the ex-guitarist, a vicious, furious glare on his normally jolly face. Even Ginger and John 5 winced at the mention of her name, both watching Manson’s reaction warily.
    “Yes. Did you guys know we still haven’t slept together,” the singer replied in an all too quiet voice, his baritone voice deceptively soft. His mismatched eyes had lowered to glare at the wall across from the couch as his hands clasped tightly between his jeans clad legs. He didn’t see the surprised looks from four men surrounding him.
    “I’m just as shocked as you guys but she has some... issues. She’s told me some of it so I know enough to understand why she’s reluctant but I can’t help but question if it’ll ever happen. Remembering Melinda and how similar she was to Raven certainly isn’t helping my confusion about the matter,” the rock star continued in a tortured sounding voice, getting to his feet and moving back to the mini bar to pour himself another drink.
    “Mare, she loves you with all her heart. I have no doubt in my mind that she’d lay down her life for you and I’ve only briefly seen how you two act together. She worships the ground you walk on. I can see in her eyes that you’re the most important person in her world,” Twiggy replied gently, following close behind the performer and placing a gentle hand on the distraught man’s back.
    “I know Jeordie. I can feel it every time her arms wrap around me. I can feel it in her kiss and the way she’s starting to trust me more and more. I just can’t keep myself from questioning her and I hate it. I hate that Dita is making me second guess the best thing that has happened to me in a long time,” Manson replied, his voice strained and angry sounding as he poured himself another Vodka/Absinthe.
    “But it’s not Dita that’s making you doubt Raven. It’s Melinda and just how much she reminds you of her. Brian, you have to let this go. Even you said that there’s no reason at all to doubt Raven’s motivations for being with you,” Jeordie replied, a firmness to his voice as he turned the rock star around to face him.
    “After everything that you two have gone through together, you should be the last one to question whether or not she actually loves you,” he continued softly, his brown eyes meeting Manson’s mismatched gaze.
    “I know Jeordie...,” the singer replied, his voice full of doubt as his gaze shifted to the left. He knew everything his former lover said was true logically but knowing it emotionally was a whole different matter. Could he let got of all the heartbreak in his past and trust Raven? A disturbingly large part of him desperately wanted the answer to be yes.
    “Hey, we’re coming up on the house guys!” came Tim’s accented voice from the front, making Manson fill with anticipation and nervousness all over again
    Sobs escaped the shaking female as rough hands ripped her remaining clothing off her pale body. Despite the fact her wrists were trapped in an iron grip, the sobbing, hysterical woman tried to curl into a fetal position to shield herself from her attacker’s eager gaze. “None of that now Meggy,” came a cruel, malice filled purr from above her as he moved lower to sit on her legs, effectively pinning them.
    “Get the fuck out of my house!” she screamed in a fear-filled, nearly insane voice as he lowered himself down to lick at one of her bared nipples.
    “You’re in no position to make demands. Why don’t you show me the tricks your new fuck stick is teaching you,” Tony hissed darkly before biting down hard on the sensitive bud in his mouth.
    Raven screamed as white hot agony jolted through her. Her hips bucked up as her body desperately tried to dislodge the source of the pain purely on instinct. Then it all stopped as he pulled his teeth from her flesh, blood gushing out of the deep wound in a warm torrent. Pain still throbbed in the abused skin like a rotten tooth, drawing a shaky moan from the petrified female. “L-leave me the fuck alone,” she whimpered, pain still jolting from the oozing bite in thick ropes of electricity going through her body.
    “No can do Meggy-poo. You see, you never gave me any when we were together and now I find out that you were probably giving it to a rock star all along. It just isn’t fair, you know. I put up with your useless ass for four years and all I got out of it was a huge migraine. Well it’s about time you paid up, wouldn’t you say?” Tony snarled from above her, using his free hand to move a strand of his curly, brown hair behind his ear.
    Raven’s panic filled, hazel eyes widened in understanding as she refreshed her useless struggles under him. She may as well have been struggling against steel beams for all the effect she was having. “Somebody! Fucking help me!!” she screamed as loud as she could, faintly tasting blood in the back of her throat from the force of her voice. Tony only laughed cruelly at the outburst, allowing his icy blue eyes to freely roam over her naked body, causing a wave of revulsion to rise thickly within her. All she could do was hope either someone heard her or the others came back soon.
    Closing her eyes and going board stiff she tried to ignore the feeling of her ex’s disgusting eyes looking her over. Then he was leaning forward again, his lips capturing her non-injured nipple as his free hand came to roughly group her injured breast; drawing a cry of agony from the female beneath him. Her entire world exploded into bright, white pain once again as her injury was jostled roughly and her body once again instinctually tried to buck to offender off to no avail. “God help me!” Raven screamed out again, panic and desperation beating a frantic tempo in her head. Both were so occupied with each other that neither noticed the front door practically get kicked open.
Manson stumbled into the entry hall, his heterochromic eyes immediately searching for Raven. He had heard her fear filled screams from outside as they had pulled in and had wasted not time in getting out of the tour bus. The sight that he was greeted with made his vision go red with sheer rage. A strange man had a very naked Raven trapped under him with one of her nipples lodged in his mouth. The fact that the other appeared to be bleeding only fanned his anger and he leapt on the man, forcing both of them into a scuffle.
The other members of the band came running in behind him and immediately took stock of the situation. Once the five men saw the state of Raven and who Manson was currently locked in hand to hand combat with they instantly sprung into action. Ginger and Twiggy went right to the shaking Raven, who had burst into sobs and was desperately trying to shield her naked body. As the two of them led her gently upstairs, Pogo, Tim and John moved to help Manson with the assailant. Currently the singer was sitting on top of the man and was struggling to pin him to the floor.
Pogo and Tim moved to secure his shoulders while John 5 grabbed his kicking legs, allowing Manson to release his tight grip and sit up to assess the male beneath him. The brown haired man looked up at him with hate filled, blue eyes before simply spitting into the rock star’s make-up coated face. “She felt just as good as I remember,” the stranger chuckled darkly, a malicious smirk on his face even as Manson punched his lights out.
    Raven shakily put on some clothes before she left her bedroom again. Ginger and Twiggy were waiting right there for her, worried and angry looks on their faces. “Do you need help with...,” began the bleach blonde drummer, gesturing awkwardly to her injured left breast with a blush.
    “No but I’ll probably need to go to the hospital if it’s bad enough,” she replied quietly, avoiding both of their gazes as she moved towards the bathroom.
    “Sweetie, I can’t just let ya do that by yourself,” Jeordie whispered kindly, a concerned look on his bronze face as he began to move towards her. The fearful look she gave him made him pause but he held his hands up to show he meant no harm.
    “I... you... and,” Raven stammered, mortification thick in her voice as she gestured from herself, to Twiggy and finally to the position of her injury. To her relief, understanding came into Jeordie’s chocolate colored eyes and an amused chuckle left his lips.
    “Hun, hasn’t your gaydar even pinged yet? I can assure you I have no interest in your assets, as lovely as they no doubt are,” the ex-guitarist replied, humor thick in his voice as he grinned at her teasingly. Even Ginger snickered a bit at the idea of Twiggy seeing Raven in a sexual manner.
    “Somehow, that doesn’t help,” the shy female whispered, avoiding the gaze of both men as she fumbled for the bathroom door.
    “Raven, I just want to help. Really. You have nothing at all to be worried about from me,” Jeordie assured in a serious voice, grabbing her arm in a gentle but firm grip. His worried, brown eyes were fixed on her black clad back as she seemed to consider his words. In the short time he had spent with her, he found himself considering her sort of a sister. What happened to her just seconds ago honestly made him worried for the all too quiet woman.
    Biting her lower lip lightly, the black haired woman considered his quiet words. Could she put aside her own issues long enough to let this man help her if it meant him seeing her naked breasts? It didn’t matter to her that Jeordie was as straight as a curly fry, what mattered was it was someone looking at her; someone seeing her horrible, ugly body. A body that was now desperately dirty. Shuddering slightly as tears filled her hazel eyes, Raven turned her head to look at the dreadlocked male assessingly. “It’s not that I’m worried you’ll pull something,” she began in a small voice, her throat locking up and making it nearly impossible for her to continue.
    Twiggy watched her closely, his soulful eyes almost seeming to read her. Then he was pulling her into a gentle, brotherly hug, one of his brown skinned hands resting on the back of her head. “I see. I know it won’t mean much from me but you shouldn’t be as ashamed of yourself. You have more than just outer beauty and that’s far more precious,” he whispered in an assuring, yet firm tone as he held her in a platonic embrace. Raven only let out a quiet sob in response, holding onto Jeordie as the floodgates slowly swung open.
    Giving Ginger a pointed look, the ex-guitarist opened the bathroom and gently led Raven inside. As the door slid shut, the bleach blonde drummer was moving down the stairs as fast as his legs could carry him. He had a suspicion of just who that man had been downstairs and if he was right it would be a miracle if the others hadn’t killed him yet. Somehow doubting Amanda would be okay with a murder taking place in her house, Ginger could only pray he wasn’t too late as he vaulted down the stairs.
    John and Tim both held Manson against the wall as Pogo sat on the unconscious assailant with a cell phone pressed to his head. The singer was currently doing his best to tear away from the two men holding him to continue beating an already very bloody would be rapist while the mohawked keyboardist gave the police their current address. This being the scene Ginger came upon, the confused drummer immediately moving to assure the pissed rock star. “Jeordie’s taking care of Raven,” he soothed, stunned when Manson turned to him with a vicious ferocity.
    “Don’t talk to me about that lying slut!” he snarled, his voice dripping with venom as his mismatched eyes burned with betrayal.
    “Manson, wha?” Ginger began, astonishment and fear filling his voice as he took a couple steps away from the performer.
    “Don’t bother! Asshole said some lie about fucking Raven before and pissed him off more than I’ve ever seen him! He’s beyond any reason,” John grunted from his position on the rock star’s left shoulder.
    “I should have never believed the lying little cunt,” Manson hissed darkly, hurt prevalent under the deep rage and betrayal. The four members in the room with him all turned to fix him with a heated, impatient glare.
    “Great, the asshole’s gone full stage persona,” Ginger bit out irritably, giving the stairs a worried glance. If Raven came back while the performer was still like this there was no telling what would happen. Manson had completely retreated from reality and simply let his innate temper take over thinking for him in self defense.
    Raven looked away as Jeordie gingerly cleaned and disinfected the deep bite. “Doesn’t look like you’ll need stitches. A couple butterfly bandages should do nicely,” he assessed brightly, beginning to apply said bandages.
    “Do you... do you think Manson will be mad?” asked the shaken female, avoiding his gaze with a blush on her pale cheeks. Her heart thudded in her chest wildly and her hands were tightened into white knuckled fists on the toilet seat beside her.
    “Of course not sweetie! Why on earth would he be mad at you for nearly getting raped,” Twiggy asked, shock evident in his voice as he finished dressing her wound.
    “I... can hear him down there...,” she sighed in a broken voice, a lone tear rolling down her pale cheek as she released a shuddery sigh. The dreadlock wearing ex-guitarist froze for a moment before sighing softly.
    “He’s not really mad at you sweetheart. He’s just mad in general. You just happen to be a source of doubt in his mind so he latched onto that as a reason,” he continued after a bit stepping back and looking away as the quiet woman put her clothes back on.
    “He’s had a lot of failed relationships,” she replied, more of a statement than a question. She wasn’t all that surprised by the reaction Manson was having but she felt oddly disappointed. They had been growing very close very quickly, almost becoming inseparable. It was natural for anyone to be afraid of what was happening between them. Was it too much to ask that he put aside whatever doubts he had for now and just offer her comfort?
    Sighing in a resigned manner, she gave Twiggy a bone tired look before squaring her shoulders. She would have to be ready for anything when she went down there. There were a few possibilities for Manson’s current mood and none of them were at all favorable. Swallowing her lingering fear and trauma from the events of earlier, Raven exited the bathroom and began to head downstairs with Jeordie following close behind. “No matter what he says to you, remember he doesn’t mean it,” he whispered in her ear, giving her shoulder a comforting squeeze as they reached the landing.
    Biting back a bitter comment about how she didn’t find that helpful, Raven slowly headed towards the small cluster of people that was gathered on the right side of the stairs. Manson leveled her with such a hate filled glare as she came into his line of vision that it made her blood turn to ice. Her heart skipped several beats in her chest as her vision began to double from the tears filling her eyes. “You lying little whore,” he snarled out venomously, tearing himself free of the two men holding him to launch himself at her.
    Fear exploded inside her as she was slammed against the wall and his closed fist was slowly cocked into the air above her face. “How many men have you fed that ‘I’m a virgin’ lie to just to get in their pants?” he bit out harshly, spit flying in her face as he brought his face close enough to kiss.
    “Manson!” roared Twiggy as he fairly threw himself over the side of the stairs and on top of the furious rock star.
    “You fucking asshole! She nearly gets raped by her abusive as fuck ex, he feeds you some bullshit and you swallow it hook, line and sinker?!” Jeordie roared in the singer’s stunned face as he pinned the much taller man to the tile.
    “What the hell? Oh my god... Raven? What the fuck did that asshole do to her?!” came a familiar female roar, bringing Manson back to himself with a jolt.
    “Raven? What the hell happened? Who the hell is that?” came Johnny’s worried, enraged voice to join to chorus that was quickly making the ex-guitarist’s head throb.
    “E-fucking-nough!” roared the fed up, effeminate male that was currently pinning Manson. Everyone went dead silent, all of them stopping in their tracks with the exception of Amanda. She continued to run towards Raven until she had the sobbing, shaking female wrapped into a tight hug. Manson looked up at the distraught female from his position on the floor, guilt written all over his make-up covered face. Everything he said to her and about her rang in his memory with sharp clarity, making his heart twist painfully in his chest.
    Jeordie glowered down at him with disappointed eyes before he launched into an explanation of what they had come home to as well as what happened after. When he had finished, Johnny was also hugging Raven while both he and Amanda glared at Manson with rage filled eyes. “How dare you? I mean how dare you!” the curly haired female hissed, releasing her friend to stalk towards the still pinned rock star.
    “Jerome, get him the hell outta here for now. The police will deal with the other guy,” Johnny hissed, his baritone voice thick with disappointment as he continued to hold Raven close to him.
    “N-no! No!” Raven gasped out, trying to break away from the actor to run to Manson. Even from her position far away from him, she could see the guilt and abject regret in his heterochromic gaze. Despite how he had acted towards her just seconds ago she felt an undeniable urge to hide in his arms and never come out.
    “Raven...,” the goateed star began, looking down at the struggling woman with concerned eyes.
    “Please, please. He didn’t mean to do any of it,” she pleaded in a heart broken, desperate voice, squirming like a fish on a hook in an effort to be free.
    Jeordie turned to look back at Raven with sad eyes before turning back to glare at Manson. The singer beneath him wasn’t struggling but certainly looked very distressed from hearing Raven’s desperate pleas. “Let her go. He’s not gonna hurt her,” he sighed, slowly clambering off the rock star and allowing him to get to his feet. As soon as Manson was standing, Johnny reluctantly released Raven who immediately ran to the performer and wrapped her arms around him as tight as she could.
    “Raven... I have nothing I can say to excuse what I almost did to you, what I said. Can you ever forgive me...,” he asked in a soft, guilt ridden voice as he wrapped his arms loosely around her. Guilt ate at him like an acid as he looked down at the shaking female in his arms. She had done nothing to deserve his blow up or his mistrust and he found himself afraid of himself for the first time.
    “I already have!” she sobbed loudly, burrowing her face into the rough material of his t-shirt. Despite the close call earlier, she knew for certain that Manson would never have actually hit her. Everything he had said was because of his own insecurities caused by Dita’s constant interference and a string of bad relationships. The Manson that was currently holding her was nothing but loving and full of guilt for the hurt he had caused her. Right now none of that mattered. Right now all she wanted was to feel the safety of her boyfriend’s arms around her.
    “You shouldn’t. I said some things, did some things I never should have,” he whispered, his voice broken and distant as he allowed her to cry in his shirt.
    “You didn’t mean any of them though, did you?” Raven replied softly, looking up at him with fear filled eyes.
    “At first I very much did. I didn’t even stop to think that what he told me was a lie. All I knew was that you betrayed me, that you lied to me and I had to make you pay for it,” the rock star replied in the same soft, distant tone as he looked down at her with tears brimming in his eyes.
    “Raven, Dita came to that concert you went to in Vegas and stirred some ancient shit up. It’s been fucking with my head and now I’m afraid. I’m afraid of what I might do,” he whispered, tears beginning to roll down his cheeks as his entire body began to shake.
    “Wh-what are you saying?” Raven asked in a fear filled voice as he began to pull away from her and started to walk towards the front door.
    “I’m saying I need some time to myself to get my head on straight. I’ll keep in touch but I won’t be seeing you for a bit,” the singer replied softly in a broken voice as he started to open the door.
    “Marilyn, don’t,” Raven gasped out in a heartbroken voice, her heart stopping in her chest as she began to stumble after him. The muscle in her chest felt like it was gripped in a glass filled vice, making it hard for her to breathe; let alone move.
    “I’ll come back, I promise,” he assured softly as he simply walked through the door and shut it behind him. Raven slowly slid to her knees as a heartbroken sob ripped from her chest, surprising everyone in the room with her. Johnny, Amanda, Ginger and Twiggy all gathered the stricken female into a group hug and allowed her to sob into their supportive shoulders.
    “He’ll come back sweetie, he always keeps his promises,” Jeordie assured her, looking back at John 5 and Tim with a worried look. With Manson alone in his current state, there was no telling just what the rock star would do.
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