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Long, Hard Road Out of Hell	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 2983 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: As you know, I still do not know Marilyn Manson, Johnny Depp or any of the other famous people in this fic. This story is, of course, fiction. This was written for fun and no profit will be made.

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Author’s Note: ‘Times have not become more violent. They have just become more televised.’ - Marilyn Manson

Guess who sprained her wrist~ It made it hard to write but I should be okay in a week or so.

Chapter Four: No Time to Relax

    The next few days passed quickly, Amanda and Johnny helping Raven tweak a few things with her new album. All that was really left was to ask Manson if he would be willing to do a joint tour and hope his agent backed up his decision. Though, she had a suspicion that if the rocker wanted to do a tour with her, nothing would stop him. The journalist also seemed excited, having asked her office for permission to cover the tour. Granted, it was all a clever ploy so she could spend time with her husband but no one needed to know that. As it was, everyone had agreed Ginger would refuse to go if she didn’t; making her agency’s compliance even more convenient.
    At the moment, Raven was performing a few of her songs acapella to gauge their opinion for what she should use in her set list; as limited as it would be with only fourteen songs on the CD and this being her first album. So far the favorites were ‘Completely Fucked’, ‘Tears of Blood’, and ‘Killer Instinct’. Still, that was only three and she would need one more to make it even. The only problem was, there seemed to be a rather heated tie about what song it should be. Amanda wanted it to be ‘Shadows Fall’ while Johnny wanted it to be ‘Bitter Medicine’. Both, oddly enough, were about the pain she had felt when Manson had left her after her miscarriage.
    The exasperated twenty-nine year old had just been about to suggest a coin toss when she heard the front door open. Turning, she saw Ginger coming in first; prompting her childhood friend to rush forward and toss herself in his arms. Due to not being ready for such an enthusiastic greeting, the drummer fell backwards into Pogo; causing the keyboardist to cackle as he wrapped his arms around the pair. “You know Ging, if ya wanted a threesome all ya had to do was ask darling,” cooed the crazed musician, placing a kiss on the other man’s cheek with a loud ‘smack’. This made Amanda burst into giggles as her husband pulled away with a disgusted noise, still holding her close as he glowered at his mohawked assailant.
    Laughing his signature mad laughter, the bleach blonde troublemaker waltzed into the house. He was closely followed by an exhausted, pissy looking John 5, a neutral looking Tim Skold, a relieved looking Twiggy Ramirez and a rather sheepish looking Marilyn Manson. As soon as they locked eyes, time seemed to stop; Johnny coming up behind Raven to place a supportive hand on her left shoulder. Licking her dry lips as her heart stuttered painfully in her chest, the former freelancer fought against the tears threatening to fill her hazel eyes. One part of her ached to rush into his arms while the other art was still worried he was angry at her in some way. “Go on sweetie,” whispered an assuring baritone in her ear as the actor behind her gave her a gentle shove.
    Looking back at Depp, the nervous female found herself feeling similar to when she first met the singer. Still, the reassuring expression on the thespian’s face gave her some needed encouragement and she spun to face her fiance. He still stood where he had come in, a guilt ridden look on his painted visage as he waited for her next action. Just seeing the forlorn light in her lover’s mismatched eyes was enough to break the shackles of anxiety and she was moving, her arms wrapping tightly around him as she burrowed her face into the rough material of the ebony shirt he wore. When he wrapped his own arms around her in turn, her heart leapt in her throat and she began to sob happy tears. “I’ve missed you so much Raven,” sighed his shaky baritone before she could even begin to apologize again.
    “I’ve missed you too Mare. I also have something to ask you,” she whispered, nervous for an entirely different reason.
    Some time later, Raven found herself watching with amusement as her fiance reemed his agent to Hell and back. From his reaction, the unfortunate man had said no and was receiving the consequences. “And one more thing, you piece of shit! If you ever try to tell me my fiance is trying to use my career to launch hers again, I will find someone to kill you in the most painful manner possible,” he snarled before hanging up his phone. He looked like he very much wanted to throw his phone but he held himself back, huffing slowly through his nose as his teeth ground together.
    “Well, he isn’t entirely wrong,” Raven offered in a hesitant voice, flinching when the rocker whirled to face her. This caused him to deflate immediately and he released a heavy breath as he ran a hand through his odd hair-do.
    “I know but that doesn’t mean that’s your main reason for wanting this tour. Your own agents are using it for something like this but I know you, personally, would never do something like that. Hell the thought probably never crossed your mind. You just want to go on tour with me, to sing with me,” he replied, putting his phone in his pocket before walking forward and wrapping an arm around her loosely.
    The former artist only blushed heavily, shifting in place as she bit her lower lip. “To be honest, doing something like this was a dream of mine for a while. But I knew how hard it was to break into the music business so I just gave up that dream,” she whispered, hating how much of a fangirl she sounded like at that moment.
    “Heh, with a voice like yours; it wouldn’t have been too hard. As it is, I’m glad I get to go on your first tour with you. It’ll be easier on both of us due to the fact these things can go on for months. I don’t think either of us is ready for that long of a separation at the moment,” the normally tough male confessed, looking strangely vulnerable despite the number of people around them currently.
    Giggling like a schoolgirl, the midnight clad femme rolled her hazel eyes before shaking her head in playful denial. “My voice is only great if you like listening to a bag full of fighting cats. Still, I’m glad you’re coming too. It makes me feel a bit safer to know you’ll be there. You’ll kick the ass of anybody who thinks they can get on the stage. I also agree that being apart for so long wouldn’t be very good for either of us, not when we have a few things to sort out between us,” Raven agreed, wrapping her arms around him and nuzzling his bony chest.
    “I just have one request,” she whispered into the ebony material covering his torso. A warm chuckle was her answer, his own arms wrapping around her protectively.
    “You only have to ask hun,” he whispered, one of his hands releasing her to tip her chin up so he could take her lips in a sweet kiss.
    A few moments later, the stunned former freelancer found herself doing what most other people could only dream about. She was practicing a few songs with Marilyn Manson, having decided to do a few duets for the show. She had decided to go with his songs for all of them with the exception of the final one. That one was going to be ‘Bitter Medicine’. It would make a great finale but the subject was rather sensitive. In fact, Raven found herself afraid to even ask him to rehearse it. Still, they would have to go over it before the show. All she could hope for was that he would understand why she wrote it. So, when they had finished practicing ‘Last Day on Earth’, she simply handed him the lyric sheet and held her breath.
    At first, the ‘Antichrist Superstar was reading with interest. Then, ever so slowly, his pale brow crinkled as comprehension dawned in his mismatched orbs. “You wrote this about your miscarriage,” he whispered as he locked eyes with her, a hairless brow quirked.
    “Y-yeah, I wrote two. They helped me focus on something other than the roaring agony filling me at the time. Let alone how unsure I felt about how you felt about me,” the timid woman whispered, twisting the hem of her ebony shirt in her hands. She only stopped when the singer’s hands closed over hers. Looking up, she saw a gentle smile on his naked face and she felt herself relax.
    “I do the same thing as you’re well aware. It would be my honor to sing this with you. After all, you’re singing a few songs that I wrote about you,” he purred, not looking the least bit perturbed. This allowed Raven to relax enough to release a breath she hadn’t even realized she had been holding. Then they began to sing, her heart soaring despite the somber lyrics.
    The next few days passed in a blur, the group preparing for the tour in their own way. Johnny, as loathe as he was to do it, had to stay behind and volunteered to take care of the house as well as the animals. This left the question of what to do with Twiggy. John 5 wasn’t about to give up his position in Manson’s band and the singer didn’t need two guitarists with the type of music he made. Jeordie offered the same compromise as before, coming on for a few songs but leaving the majority for John 5 to play. Everyone seemed okay with this idea with the exception of the tenured guitarist, who blanched quite vocally. He only agreed when Pogo took him into a headlock and threatened to noogie his flaxen dyed hair. That only left packing and getting the tour bus in order, the issue of Raven’s own band solved by her fiance’s.
    All too soon Pogo, John 5 and Jeordie were loading the rented bus that Tim had driven there; Ginger being far too busy making sure Amanda wouldn’t lift anything. Raven, who had already put the stuff she would need in the room Manson usually slept in, was looking up at Johnny; a strangely miserable feeling rising within her as they regarded one another. This would be the first time she had been separated from the actor, a fact that shouldn’t have bothered her but did. He had become a pillar of strength for her, someone to turn to when things were going wrong. She could honestly admit she wouldn’t have gotten through half the shit she had if he hadn’t been there and the prospect of going through her first tour without him was an intimidating one. “You’ll be back soon and I’ll be in contact over phone,” he murmured, his hands twitching by his sides as he fought with himself not to hug her.
    Raven didn’t have such misgivings, rushing forward to envelop the thespian in a tight hug. “I know but I’ll still miss you a lot Johnny. Don’t get into too much trouble while we’re gone?” she teased, her verdant eyes filling with tears as she looked up at the man holding her. Depp merely smiled despite the strained expression on his face.
    “Can’t make any promises dear. I’ve always wanted to throw a wild party here,” he returned just as playfully, looking up at Manson for permission before kissing her forehead.
    “Just make sure to pick up the panties when you’re done,” Manson retorted, a strange glimmer in his eyes as Johnny released his fiance.
    Before anyone knew what was happening, the goth rocker was rushing forward; tipping a stunned Johnny Depp backward. With an absolutely devious smirk, the ‘God of Fuck’ planted a sensual french kiss on the other man’s lips; finding the brush of facial hair oddly pleasant against his smooth skin. Just as he was about to pull back, he felt the movie star begin to react; a tongue tentatively joining his in its erotic dance. Blinking, he was about to break the embrace when he saw the way Raven was watching them.
    Unbeknownst to herself, the former artist was standing there with her mouth gaping open. A heated blush colored her normally milky cheeks and she was dimly aware of a slight tingling buzz moving beneath her skin. The more heated the kiss got, the more intense the buzz became; becoming more like a vibration that centered in her nether region. Then Johnny and Manson had seemed to notice her regard almost simultaneously, causing them to respond to eachother with even more fervor. When the actor released a heavy moan, she thought she would faint right there; finding herself steadied by a dress wearing Twiggy. “Mmmmm, Raven got to sample the goods so its only fair I get the same privilege,” breathed the bony performer, his whitish blue and brown eyes fixed on her as he slowly licked his lips with a deep rumble of satisfaction.
    “Heh, it is only fair. Given her reaction, I don’t think she would be too opposed to the two of us mussing the sheets some time,” purred Depp, backing up as the taller man pulled him upright again; Manson nipping under his chin firmly.
    “If you’ll allow me to join, I’m certain we can blow a fuse or three,” teased the dreadlocked musician behind her, his warm breath hitting her ear as he pressed himself against her.
    Raven could only make what ended up being an adorable squeaking noise, her porcelain flesh going a deep crimson. In all honesty, none of them would have been surprised if steam came pouring out of her ears. “I don’t see why not. It certainly doesn’t seem like she minds the idea,” cooed Manson in reply, letting go of Depp to stroll over in a leisurely manner. His bony hips rolled in a sensual manner, only stoking the fire burning happily inside her lower belly. Then he was reaching forward as he got closer, taking her burning face into gentle hands before pressing a loving, passionate kiss to her lips. Before she could respond the rocker was breaking the embrace to give the man behind her a devious look.
    Amanda chuckled from her vantage point, leaning into Ginger as he wrapped a loose arm around her thin waist. His hand rested on her still flat tummy and a light purr bubbled up from somewhere in his chest as he nuzzled behind her ear. “It’s good to see Manson is trying his best to make things up to Megs, er, Raven. Sorry, I really do try to keep her prefered name in mind but years of knowing her by her birthname are hard to overcome,” sighed the journalist, a light blush on her own cheeks as she leaned into her husband. Husband, it was still strange to think of the drummer like that but here she was. Even though she had loved Tom in her own way, she didn’t regret the choice she had made. At least this way there would be no awkwardness between her and Ginger.
    “I don’t think she really minds that much. She knows you’re trying. Also, I agree about Manson. He’s been getting better the more time he spends around her, more able to control himself,” sighed a slightly husky voice by her cheek as the bleach blond nuzzled her neck.
    Giggling, the journalist leaned her head to the side to give him easier access; arousal beginning to rush through her in low, languid waves. If it hadn’t been for the fact that they had to leave soon, she would have taken him up on what he was blatantly offering. As it was, she had to be the responsible one and start leading the party into the tour bus. With any luck, the rest would follow in line. As for Raven, Manson and Twiggy, well they would join when they were ready. So, with a small smile, the curly haired femme grabbed Ginger’s hand to lead him to the vehicle. Thankfully, the others soon followed with the exception of the occupied trio.
    Manson, who had seen all of this, only smiled wider before leaning over his flustered fiance to kiss his former guitarist. Jeordie simply moaned, inwardly amused at the vocalizations the female sandwiched between them was making. Then they were separating, leaving the stunned woman to sway in place as she stared with unfocused eyes. Johnny hummed in amusement as he stepped forward to join them. “I’ll miss you my darling girl,” he breathed, taking the still shell-shocked artist into his arms to place a kiss of his own on her forehead.
    “But you’ll have something to look forward to when you get back,” he continued in a throaty husk, just quiet enough so only she could hear. Then he was looking up at the singer, guilt and protectiveness on his goateed face before he began to lead her out to the bus. Twiggy and Marilyn weren’t far behind, sharing a conspiring smirk as they joined the others. Soon there were hugs all around, the group saying a fond farewell to a bemused Johnny before piling into the bus.
    As the group got situated, Tim took his normal position at the wheel; revving the engine of the large vehicle to life. This tour bus was even larger than the ones Manson normally used, having two rooms in the back instead of one. After a brief scuffle and a coin toss, Ginger and Amanda won the rights to the second room; much to the consternation of the others. Then they were all sitting on the various couches and chairs, settling in as the bus lurched forward. Within a few days, they would be at their first venue; a prospect that scared Raven as much as it excited her. This wouldn’t be her first time singing in front of a crowd but it would be the first time she had done so as an actual singer. To be honest, she would be surprised if anyone showed up to this. If they did, it would probably be to see Manson and not her.
    “Let’s get this tour started off right!” declared Pogo loudly, breaking the brief silence as he hopped to his booted feet and swaggered to the ‘bar’ on the right side of the bus. Shaking her head with a small smile, Raven looked up at Manson with playful exasperation. The singer only shrugged slightly, pulling her close to him so he could nuzzle her nose with his.
    “We don’t have to join in if you don’t want to. I know I can get a bit belligerent when I’m drunk,” the rockstar offered, shocking the entire group into silence with his words.
    Even the woman ensconced in his hold was stunned, looking up at him with wide, hazel eyes. It was almost as if she didn’t know how to handle what he was saying. “Mare, you don’t always get like that...,” she started, only to be interrupted by a sharp shake of his head.
    “You know damn well that I do. Every single time,” he snarled, his eyes closed as a pained expression passed over his visage. Raven could only nibble her lip, finding it hard to argue after everything she had seen. Still, she found it hard to blame all of it on alcohol. The alcohol had just lowered his inhibitions enough to allow him to let loose. Maybe in a more relaxed setting, he would be less prone to violence and yelling.
    “I think those were just bad circumstances sweetie. I’m sure in a calm, happy setting that you’ll be less prone to acting out while drunk,” the former freelancer assured, earning a strange look from her childhood friend.
    Manson also gave her an odd look before shaking his head slowly. “I don’t know if I’m willing to take that risk so soon after being reunited with you. Lord only knows what I would end up saying or doing,” he confessed, his soft baritone holding a scared tone as he ran a shaky hand through his short cropped hair. That was when she reached up to cup his face, forcing him to turn to face her as she looked up at him with love filled eyes. Despite everything that had happened between them only weeks ago, she felt nothing but trust for him. He was honestly doing his best to be better and she had long forgiven his unmeaning words.
    “I trust you hun. Let’s have a little fun together,” she purred, taking the glass of green apple Pucker Pogo handed to her.
    “You go ahead. I’m content with watching for now,” he persisted, giving her a smile as she downed the slightly sour beverage.
    The powerful aftertaste made her shudder but she didn’t hesitate to hold out her glass for another, determined to get good and drunk before the night was over. It had been far too long since she had let loose and really partied, the last time being when she had turned twenty-one. Her famous fiance only watched, his guilty expression gradually melting into amusement the more drinks she had. Soon she was singing loudly and badly with a just as drunk Madonna Wayne Gacy. To make it even more hilarious, they were singing an old ‘Spice Girls’ song called ‘If You Wanna be My Lover’. Manson observed from his position on the couch, a mixture of mortification and amusement on his pale face as they reached the end of the painful song in unison. Clapping slightly, the singer got up to wrap his arms around her and lead her back to the couch.
    Swaying on her feet, a swaying Raven only giggled at his attempt; leaning into him heavily and nearly knocking him over. “Woah, careful there,” he murmured, barely able to keep them both upright as he struggled with her to go to the couch. His frustration only seemed to further her enthusiasm and she laughed harder as she tried to tug him to the bar. “C’moooon Manny-poo, I want ya t’hava drink,” she slurred, stumbling slightly and nearly falling backwards. Having had quite enough of this, he scooped his inebriated fiance into his arms and carried her into the room they would be sharing for the coming months on the road.
    “No dear. I think I’ll stay sober,” he purred, more entertained than anything as she clung to him and gazed at him with bleary eyes. Her cheeks were flushed a pretty pink and her inky hair hung in her face.
    Gazing down at her moist, plump lips, he felt a cramp of love and lust for this woman. So, with a sound of humor huffing up from his chest, he took her mouth in a gentle kiss as he shut them in the room. Then he was laying her on the bed, placing Kathy on her belly as he came up to lie down beside her. As he watched, she snuggled the droopy plush and made happy noises as she rolled from side to side. He had never seen her so unguarded before and it was kinda nice. “Ooooo, she’s soooo soft,” the former artist cooed before opening her eyes and looking at him, the unguarded affection in her eyes nearly taking his breath away.
    Giving him a smile that would melt anyone’s heart, she rolled on her side and wrapped her arms around him; nestling into his chest like a kitten and making a contented noise. Smiling even wider, he wrapped his own arm around her to pet her back. “I love you more than I could possibly express,” came a heavy slur from his breastbone, making his heart soar.
    “I know babe. Try to get some sleep. I’ll be right here,” he rumbled, petting her back as she stilled and her breathing deepened.
    Soon the alcohol had lulled her into a deep sleep and he found himself in a position he had never found himself in before. He was allowed to watch her as she slept, nowhere near tired enough to sleep himself. Also, he really felt no need to leave her and join in whatever was going on in the tour bus. Right now, all he wanted to do was spend some much needed quiet time with the woman he loved with all of his heart. So, with a sound of affection, he kissed her slightly parted lips before enveloping her with his body. To tell the truth, he wasn’t looking forward to showing Raven what the true face of fame looked like.
    She would have stalkers, the paparazzi would hound her more than they ever did, she would have to deal with both his crazy fans as well as her own. To top all of that off, she was just so damn naive. She had an innocence that had yet to be touched by the corrupt underbelly of the real world. She could be easily used and lied to simply because she had a bit of a trusting nature. Just thinking about it made his skin prickle with rage and he ground his teeth together as he took a few deep breaths to calm himself. After everything she had already gone through with her family and exs, he would be damned if he let anyone else harm her; even if that someone was him. Kissing the top of her forehead to reassure himself she was safe, he began to sing ‘Coma White’ in an effort to chase away the bad atmosphere for the both of them.
    All too soon, Raven was watching as her first venue came into view, a quiet whimper of anxiety leaking from her as she saw how many cars were in the parking lot. Manson was behind her in a split second, wrapping his arms around her as he kissed the back of her neck. “You’ll do fine,” he assured, his silky baritone doing horrible things to her insides and making her momentarily forget her nerves. Leaning back into the taller performer, the nervous femme let out a shaky breath as she closed her expressive eyes.
    “There are so many people out there,” she whispered, her voice small and meek as she allowed her fiance to pull her fully into his protective embrace.
    “Heh, it is a lot for a first concert; gotta give ya that one! It just means you’ll get to blow more people away with your music,” Pogo chimed in from her right, making her turn her head to look at him. The keyboardist’s smile was kind while still holding its usual mischievous glimmer and he placed a hand on her right shoulder.
    “Also you don’t really have to worry about anyone trying to get at you. If they get past Manson, they have to deal with all of us,” John 5 offered, a strange grin on his make-up coated face that frankly frightened her. Tim, who was standing to his left, gave a simple nod; his expression just as grim.
    “Yeah, I may not look like it but I can bash a few heads if I need to,” came the voice of Ginger, Amanda glued to his side.
    “The same goes for me as well,” Twiggy growled from her left, placing his own hand on that shoulder as he looked down at her.
    “Guys....,” she whispered, a small smile on her face as her eyes filled with tears. Then she was clearing her throat and squaring her shoulders, her jaw setting in determination before she went into the back room to get ready. When she came out again, she almost looked like a different person.
    Obviously taking a few leaves from a few female artists as well as her own fiance, Raven had chosen a black leather corset. Each strap that decorated the front of the apparel was edged in dark crimson. She wore torn, fishnet nylons and platform boots on her legs. A black, lace edged skirt graced her hips and black arm warmers adorned her lower arms. Her face was painted a ghostly white, her eyes edged in black and red eyeshadow. The same shades also colored her lips and her ebony hair was swept up into a messy ponytail to finish off the look. “Let’s get out there and do this,” she hissed, new energy in her verdant eyes.
    All of that deflated as soon as the bus descended into cat-calls and whistles of approval at her new look. It was only Manson, who had been in another bathroom, coming up behind her that restored her earlier confidence. “Don’t allow them to fluster you. More than them will be doing the same when you’re out on stage. You have to let all of it fall away and just feel the music,” advised a throaty husk in her ear before a soft kiss landed on her cheek. Then the superstar was shooing his band out of the van, leaving Raven with her longtime friend Amanda.
    “Come on Megs. I know you can do this,” the journalist assured, holding out a hand for the slightly younger woman. The up and coming singer gave a small grin before taking a deep breath and putting her hand in her companion’s. Whatever happened out there, she had more than enough back-up to be able to handle it.
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