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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: ‘The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.’ - Hunter S Thompson
‘Hey Daddy’ (c) KoRn
Another interesting fact! I started doing quotes because I ran out of things to say in ‘Author’s Notes’, now it’s become an odd tradition for this trilogy.

Chapter Four: Budding Friendships
    Crash!! Thud! Thud! Jolting up in bed, Raven groaned as she held her slightly throbbing head. Last night was a blur after Johnny had gotten out the alcohol. She had drank one shot after another in an effort to drown out the pain that was steadily increasing in her chest. Despite her playful exterior yesterday, the female had been honestly miserable. Literally every moment since she had ‘come back’ she had felt an increasing longing as well as a low, painful throbbing in her heart. If it hadn’t been for the actor busting out the alcohol, she was fairly sure she would have done something stupid. In fact, she had come fairly close to excusing herself and calling the singer; just to hear his voice.
    Fairly certain she was hung over from the sheer amount of booze she had consumed, the pale woman painfully stumbled out of her vaguely familiar looking bed. This certainly wasn’t her room but she had been here before. Then her memory returned and she very nearly sank back down onto the bed. She was staying at Johnny’s hotel suite to avoid the paparazzi and potential record companies that were looking for her. Letting out a distressed noise, the black haired female moved to the dresser near the door. Before they had begun drinking, all four of them had gone back to the house to allow her to pick up some stuff and bring it back. Pulling out a black t-shirt and matching jeans, the female began to get dressed.
    The sight that greeted her in the kitchen brought such a cramp of Deja-vu, that her heart nearly stopped in her chest. Tears even began to roll unconsciously down her pale cheeks as her hazel eyes took in the all too familiar sight. The T.V. had been tipped over with the screen smashed on the carpet. Near the broken television was Johnny and he was pinning down a giggling Jonathan. The T.V. wasn’t the only thing destroyed either. There were couch cushions strewn all over, cupboards flung open with the contents thrown all over the counter haphazardly, the fridge was wide open with food scattering the floor near the door and there were several broken glasses tossed on the kitchen floor. “Did you have to stay up all night drinking?” Johnny sighed in a long suffering voice as he struggled to keep the very drunk singer pinned to the carpet.
    Swallowing the burning pain in her chest and forcing a rather plastic feeling smile onto her face, Raven approached the pair. “Mornin’ Jon and Johnny,” she chirped out with well acted happiness, managing to sound genuine when she giggled at the similarity of their names. The dreadlocked singer looked up at her upside down and grinned, waving the tips of his fingers on his right hand at her.
    “Mornin’ Raven!” they both chorused at the same time, before looking at each other in shock. The sight drew a genuine laugh from her lips before she shook her head and began to pick up. Behind her, Davis managed to squirm out of Johnny’s grip and speed walked over to the female who was currently gingerly picking up large chunks of glass.
    “You don’t have t’do that,” the drunk performer slurred, placing a heavy hand on her shoulder. Smiling over her shoulder at the mustached man, Raven shrugged off his hand and went back to picking up.
    “You’re in no state to be doing anything but sleeping Mr. Davis,” she sighed, slight humor to her voice despite her depression beginning to creep back in along the edges.
    “Call me Jonathan and this is my mess. I’ll pick it up,” the singer insisted, drunkenly bending over to help.
    Raven looked up to protest, only to find Johnny was also helping to pick up and sighed. Soon, between the three of them, they had the place picked up. “Go to bed Jonathan,” Johnny sighed, staring at the slightly swaying performer with a tired, exasperated look on his tanned face. The mustached performer only waved the actor off before going into the freshly cleaned kitchen.
    “I don’t have time to sleep. I gotta get to a concert venue here soon,” the singer replied, making himself a rather strong pot of coffee and sitting at the table to wait for it to brew.
    “Then why the hell did you stay up all night getting shitfaced?!” the actor roared, stalking up to the table and gesturing with his arms. The black clad performer only looked up at him for a few moments before averting his eyes.
    “I couldn’t sleep...,” he whispered, an oddly pained tone to his voice as he looked down at the hands he had placed on the table. Johnny immediately went from angry to sympathetic and abashed looking, rubbing the back of his head as he avoided looking at the other man.
    Looking from the two men with a confused looked, Raven decided to shrug it off and went to the recently put back together fridge. She knew better than anyone that whatever was happening wasn’t really her business. Grabbing a Red Pop from the fridge, the female made her way to the table, sat down, opened the bottle and took a long swig. Then she released a ringing belch, earning applause from the two males; Davis looking a little shocked while Johnny merely had an exasperated affection on his face. “That was a ten outta ten Raven,” the actor complimented with a grin on his goateed face.
    “Thanks,” the female replied, able to feign cheerfulness. To be honest, all she wanted right now was to crawl into her borrowed room and hide; to retreat from her very painful reality. Every moment back in the real world was beginning to feel like torture and was getting worse. Her heart almost always felt like a clamp was tight around it, squeezing tighter and tighter as each day passed.
    “By the way, Raven you’re comin’ with me to the venue,” Davis stated as the pale woman took a drink of her soda.
    Coming very close to spitting out the red, fizzy fluid, Raven managed to swallow the pop before letting out a series of gasping coughs. “Wh-what?!” she gasped out as her eyes watered. Johnny also looked at the singer with a look of confusion, tilting his head to one side like a curious puppy.
    “Yep! I wanna get to know ya more. If Johnny thinks you’re alright then I wanna make friends with you as well,” Jonathan continued before he got up to check the coffee pot. Raven and Johnny only stared after the dreadlocked singer.
    “Then I’ll be going with you,” the actor replied, a strange look in his eyes as he locked gazes with Davis. The performer only raised a brow before he poured himself a mug of the bitter, black beverage.
    “No, you’re not. You’d just be a third wheel Jay Jay. What’s the matter? Don’t you trust me?” the singer replied as he moved back to the table, sat down and took a sip of the horribly bitter brew.
    “After... can you really blame me Jon?” the star replied haltingly, his brown eyes flicking to Raven quickly. A fact that wasn’t lost on the female.
    Even the near mention of Manson caused a jolt of pain to wash through her, her heart clenching painfully in her chest. “Johnny, it’s okay. I highly doubt Jonathan is planning on trying anything. I mean, the story about me and Manson is all over the grocery store shelves,” she replied in a sad, defeated voice. Unknown to her, both men turned their gazes toward her before shifting their gazes to eachother. Their eyes met and a silent communication passed between them.
    “Yeah, you’re right. Jon’s too much of a gentleman to attempt to get into a relationship with you right now,” the star conceded before going to the kitchen and helping himself to some coffee.
    “Glad to know you think so much of me Jay,” the singer replied with a chuckle, downing his cup of coffee with a swallow.
    “As for you missy, go get yourself some breakfast and eat fast. We don’t have much time to linger,” he continued, gesturing at Raven with his empty mug before he got up to get another cup of coffee.
    After a few more cups of coffee and a breakfast of scrambled eggs for Raven, Jonathan was ushering the female out of the suite. “Call me if you need anything,” Johnny had requested as they were leaving.
    “Don’t worry dad! I’ll have her home before midnight,” Davis joked before Raven could respond, giving the actor a reassuring look as he practically shoved the pale female out of the room. Once the door closed, the goateed actor began to pace like a caged tiger; his hands clasped behind his back. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust the performer, he had known the man for years and he knew that the singer wouldn’t do anything to put more stress on Raven. It was the fact that the poor woman was so vulnerable, all he could hope was that nothing happened to drive her to a breaking point.
    The journey to the venue was fairly uneventful and filled with Jonathan telling his companion stories about him and Johnny. So far, her favorite story had been about a time that the singer had managed to trick Johnny into walking into a crowded room while wearing nothing but a towel. Right now he was regaling her with a tale about how he had managed to bring in a stripper and had paid her to give the actor a lapdance. “You shoulda seen the look on his face,” the rock star cackled, tears of mirth rolling down his cheeks.
    “I would have given anything to see that! He must have been mortified,” Raven giggled, finding herself truly relaxing. For the moment the lingering pain in her heart was shoved to the back of her mind. For the moment, she was blessedly free of pain, yearning or the undeniable pull that was making it increasingly harder for her to resist calling Manson.
    “He looked like he about shat a brick! And you wouldn’t believe how red his face got! I think there was steam coming out of his ears,” Davis replied, laughing even harder and slapping his open palms against the faux leather of the steering wheel.
    As she pictured it in her mind, the black haired female began to laugh uncontrollably; tears rolling down her own cheeks. In her mind she saw some blonde bombshell with tits ‘til Sunday sitting herself on a rather flabbergasted Johnny’s lap. As the mind stripper’s hips undulated, the actor’s face got more and more red until steam started pouring out of his ears; a loud, tea kettle whistle coming from his head. Laughing helplessly at the persistent image, it was all Raven could do to breathe. “Oh god, I can just picture it!” she gasped between howls of laughter.
    “How did you guys even meet anyway?” Jonathan asked curiously, still chuckling as his brown eyes flicked over to the black clad female beside him.
    Startling at the question, Raven found herself flooded with memories that were cherished but held a lot of pain. “We met when Manson and I were still together. Manson... he had left to... and I got upset so I just sorta walked outta the house until I came across a park. I was sitting at a bench, crying, when he came by and we started talking. We’ve been close ever since,” she answered, her voice hitching at certain points as she focused her hazel gaze on the black jeans covering her legs.
    Frowning slightly as he began to put two and two together, Davis turned his head slightly to look at Raven briefly. Then his callused hand was on top of hers and giving a comforting squeeze. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to ask you about something painful,” he murmured quietly, moving his gaze back to the road as he kept his hand on hers.
    “No, it’s okay. You couldn’t have known. So, do you really just want to get to know me? I can assure you I’m nothing special. All of this crap just sorta happened to me! I led a normal life until a simple concert turned my life on it’s head,” she replied, giving him the best smile she could over the pain that was once again beginning to creep back in. As nice as the singer was, she just couldn’t get Manson out of her mind. Despite herself, she found herself wishing it was him and not Davis that was with her. The knowledge made guilt fill her in a bitter flood.
    “You’ll have to tell me the story some time. As for if I want to get to know you, yes. You seem like a pretty nice person. You have yet to treat me like a normal starstruck fan, something I rarely get. I want to know everything you’re willing to tell me but for now, why don’t you tell me where you learned to sing,” the singer replied, giving her a small smile as his thumb brushed the top of her hand. The small touch caused the female to jolt slightly as a blush colored her cheeks.
    To tell the truth, when she was a teenager, she had the hugest crush on both Davis and Manson; with the goth rocker having a much bigger place in her heart. Something about Jonathan’s performance, the way he poured his emotions into his lyrics drew her to his music. It resonated with her on a level that normally only Manson’s music moved her. It was honestly surreal to be talking to the man like he was prospective friend. If someone had told her all this would have happened to little old her, she simply would have laughed in their faces before calling them insane. “Uh, um choir I guess,” she replied, noticing that Jon was looking at her expectantly.
    “Choir huh? You almost sound like you’ve had more training than that. To be really great, all you’d need is a lil polishing,” he replied, sounding honestly shocked. Raven only blushed in response, looking out the window at the passing scenery.
    “I don’t need to be great, I have no desire to be a singer. Being famous seems to be more trouble than it’s worth! I can barely withstand the paparazzi as they are now, can you imagine how they’d act if I actually became famous?!” the female replied, sounding stressed at the mere prospect.
    “You could always have Jay lend ya Jerome!” the singer teased, chuckling slightly as he gave her hand a gentle squeeze.
    “I might actually do that at some point. What I would give to see the looks on those bloodsuckers’ faces when Jerry opens the door. They would probably wet themselves,” she cackled, an evil, vindictive glint in her hazel eyes. Jonathan cackled along with her, removing his hand to place it back on the steering wheel.
    “I bet they would! As weird as it sounds, you get used to them after a while,” the singer assured, his eyes flicking to her briefly.
    “So, what do ya do for fun anyway?” he continued, still chuckling slightly.
    “A lot of things really. Nothing I think you’d be interested in. I’m a freelance artist, I also read, write, watch movies and listen to a lot of music,” she replied, turning to smile at the man beside her. Despite how famous he was, it was just like talking to a prospective friend and, to be honest, something about him made her feel comfortable. Yet, it was still surreal that someone like him would even consider such a relationship with someone like her in the first place.
    “Oh? What do ya draw?” he asked, sounding honestly curious as his brown eyes focused on the road. His thick, black dreds hung down to his shoulders and obscured part of his face but she was still able to make out his expressions clearly.
    “Mostly anthros, you know, animal people. I do several designs for many people as well but, when it’s just for me, it’s almost always anthros. Something about them fascinates me,” the black haired female replied, a bit touched by his honest interest. Beyond the friends she already had, which were admittedly not that numerous, not many people were that interested in her artistic pursuits.
    “Huh, you’ll have to show me some of your stuff some time,” the rock star replied, turning to give her a brief smile before shifting his focus back to the road.
    Clearing her throat as a bright blush colored her cheeks, Raven found herself oddly flustered by his comment. She had only shown her personal work to Amanda and, one time, Johnny Depp. She hadn’t even had the courage to show Manson her work and most of it revolved around a lion character she had made of him in highschool. Manson hadn’t been the only one to get the anthro treatment either, many celebrities that she admired had gotten a character based on them; including Davis. “Oh, it’s nothing special really,” she tried to scoff in a rather unsteady, embarrassed voice.
    “I’d like to be the judge of that myself! If your drawing is anything like your singing, I bet your art is fantastic,” the singer reassured, smiling at her briefly as a blush colored her cheeks.
    Making flustered squeaks in response, the brightly blushing woman could only gape at the rock star beside her. Was the lead singer of KoRn complementing her singing and calling it fantastic? She had to have heard him wrong, right? Yet, there was what he had said earlier about her being great with some polish and that memory only deepened her flusterment. To save herself further embarrassment, Raven tore her gaze from Davis’ face to look out the passenger window once more. Everything he had just said was much easier to deal with when she wasn’t looking at him.
    The rest of the trip was travelled in comfortable silence, Jonathan occasionally humming merrily to himself as he drove. Soon, despite herself, Raven was lulled into sleep by the gentle hum of the engine. It was some time later when she was gently being shaken awake. Waving off the person shaking her shoulder, the groggy woman slowly opened her eyes and looked around dazedly. “We’re here sunshine!” chirped a far too happy, male voice from her left. Groaning in irritation, the female tried to gather her thoughts enough to even remember what was going on.
    Then it all came back to her in a rush and she sat up with a startled gasp. She was at a concert venue with Jonathan Davis and they had spent most of the trip building the start of a friendship. Looking to her left, Raven saw said singer grinning down at her. A little afraid of what would happen, the black clad woman got out of the car and waited for her male companion. As she stood there, she found herself thinking back to the last concert she had gone to and only felt more nervous.
    “Don’t worry. I won’t make you sing again,” the much taller performer murmured in her ear, jolting her out of her thoughts and making her jump slightly. Jonathan only chuckled as she looked up at him with wide, nervous eyes.
    “You’re gettin’ a ringside seat! After the show, I wanna introduce you to my band,” the metal star declared, pulling her close to his side as he lead her down the alley on the side of the building and into a side door.
    Davis stood in the middle of the stage, his head thrown back and his eyes closed as he practically bathed in the cheers from the audience. Smoke billowed around his figure in a thin fog as he brought the mic up to his lips. His black clad chest heaved as he made a few adjustments to the kilt he wore. Raven couldn’t help but watch raptly, her hazel eyes locked on his form. There was a power in his performance, much like Manson’s, and it held her attention. She could swear she tasted the emotions from all the songs he had performed tonight and she found herself singing along quietly a few times. “Alright guys! Time for the last song of the night,” the rock star announced into the mic, drawing cries of protest from the huge crowd.
    Signaling to the band behind him, the rock star brought the mic up to his lips and began to sing. “Let me see,” he hissed into the metal tube, running a hand over his dreds.
    “Let me see,” hissed his guitarist into a mic.
    “How my life has been...,” Jon continued, moving towards the lip of the stage.
    “Taken,” whispered the guitarist, as if reminding the singer of his next lines.
    “Taaaaken,” the singer repeated, much more loud and drawn out.
    “This demon...,” he sighed to the rapt audience, his voice full of pain and anger.
    “Haunts me,” whispered his guitarist, sounding vicious and bitter.
    “Haaaaaunts meeee,” echoed the rock star, his eyes closing as he leaned out towards the crowd.
    “They’re waiting...,” he gasped out, sounding on the verge of tears.
    “Help me,” came a quiet plea from his guitarist.
    “Help me,” Jonathan belted out, shoving himself back from the edge to the stage and beginning to pace.
    “You fuck me up. I’m gagged and bound,” he screamed, jumping slightly as he gestured violently. Raven could only watch, mesmerized.
    “You pick me up when I am down. I cannot live without theeem. I do not live without them,” the singer snarled angrily, as if speaking to someone else.
    “Hey, daddy,” Davis hissed into the mic, his eyes tightly shut.
    “Daddy,” echoed his guitarist, sounding a bit like a ghost.
    “They are taking me...,” the performer breathed, as if scared of something.
    “Away,” whispered the guitarist, sounding resolved and yet sad.
    “Biiiiiting,” the dreadlocked male hissed through his clenched teeth.
    “Facing him...,” he continued, sounding a bit like a small, scared child.
    “My soul,” hissed the musician behind him and to his right.
    “Myyyyy soul,” Jonathan continued, his voice full of pain. It was all Raven could do to resist the urge to run out on the stage and give him a hug.
    “They’re eating,” he gasped out, laughing bitterly and a bit insanely as he began to pace again.
    “Pleeeeeaaaase help me!” the rock star screamed out in a desperate, pleading voice.
    “You fuck me up. I’m gagged and bound,” he screamed into the mic as he began to pace restlessly.
    “You pick me up when I am down. I cannot live without theeeem. I do not live without them,” the singer snarled, as if he was singing to someone specific. Then he was striding back to the lip of the stage and leaning out toward the huge audience.
    “They say this thing inside of me wants to get out,” he hissed out in a conspiratorial tone to the crowd.
    “All it does is scream and shout. I'm trying not to let them out,” the singer sighed, sounding lost and a bit scared. Unknown to him, the female watching twitched visibly as she fought with herself. She knew it was just a song but the sheer amount of pain in his voice was making it very hard for her to watch.
    “They tell me to hurt myself. They tell me to hurt myself. They tell me to hurt myself. But I'm not going to listen,” he sighed out into the mic, running his hand over his dreds with each repetition. Then he was shoving himself back from the stage and he began to sort of jump in place without his feet leaving the ground.
    “You fuck me up. I'm gagged and bound,” he howled into the mic as his torso undulated. His dreds flew in the air as he semi-headbanged, making Raven wonder how he didn’t accidentally hurt himself with them.
    “You pick me up when I am down. I cannot live without theeem. I do not live without them,” he snarled, stopping all movement to sweep his black, corded locks back. Then he took a deep breath and belted the final chorus once again before going silent and breathing heavily for a few seconds.
    “Hey daddy,” Davis whispered into the metal ball in front of his mustached mouth.
    “Waiting,” his guitarist hissed. Then the two of them repeated those lines a couple more times before Jon threw his arms up in the air and signaled the flares in the front of the stage to go off. As sparks showered down on the black, polished surface from the bright geysers, Jonathan and his band rushed off to the side she was hiding.
    As soon as Davis was behind the curtain, Raven flung her arms around the singer and drew him into a tight hug. For a few moments, the rock star went stiff; as if confused by the sudden embrace. Then he was slowly wrapping his arms around her and returning it. “That song has always been one of my favorites but hearing you perform it while so close. It was a whole different experience,” she murmured, looking up at him with sympathetic eyes as she loosened the hug and backed away.
    Not ready to let her walk away yet, the singer only pulled her close again before closing his eyes. Just as the stunned woman was about to ask, she felt his lithe, yet muscular body shaking slightly. “Jonathan...?” she asked in a concerned voice, pulling back just enough to look at his face. To her shock, the metal singer was freely crying; very nearly sobbing.
    “Jon, what...?” Raven began to ask before she felt a hand on her shoulder. Looking up, she saw a much taller male with dreds and a beard looking down at her.
    “He’ll be okay. We just need to get him to the dressing room and away from people for a while,” the band member assured calmly, before moving towards the violently shaking performer. Yet, when he tried to lead Jonathan away, the rock star clung close to Raven and forced her to come along.
    “Jon, ya sure ya want her here?” came a hesitant question from another band member. This one also had dreds as well as a mustache and goatee and was just a bit shorter than Davis. Another, similar looking member nodded in agreement. Only the blonde drummer seemed absent, already off doing his own thing and leaving the others to do the rest.
    Jonathan only tightened his hold on Raven, shocking everyone; including the woman in his arms. “I’m not letting her outta my sight,” he replied with a steely glint in his brown eyes before he lead the black clad woman back to the dressing rooms.
    “Don’t follow us, we’ll be fine,” he hissed in an oddly aggressive voice before he continued to lead her down a hall and into the room. Once inside, the singer locked the door and flung himself onto a couch, holding his head in a tight grip.
    “You okay?” the pale female asked timidly, cautiously sitting beside him.
    “Yeah. Singing that song just brings up a lotta memories. Not as many as ‘Daddy’ but enough,” he sighed in a ragged voice.
    Wrapping a comforting arm around the male, Raven pulled him so his head rested against her shoulder. Then the dam burst in earnest and she found herself making soothing noises as the rock star sobbed into her shoulder. As he wept, she couldn’t help but wonder just what memories he had that caused this. After a few moments, his crying tapered off and he was back on his feet with a huge, hollow smile on his face; a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Come on! Let’s get outta here and have some fun,” he declared, before dragging her out of the dressing room and rejoining with his band.
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