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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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Mini Disclaimer to Cover My Butt: I don't know Johnny Depp in real life. This is just fiction, for fun and I make no profit from this.
Author's Note: I hope everyone has been enjoying the story.

Chapter Five: Heartbreak
After a half hour, Raven had timidly ventured downstairs, peeking into the living room. Instead of the destruction that had been in the room just a short time ago was a new stereo and TV. Three of the band members lounged on the gray couch while John 5 sat in one of the arm chairs. All four of them were watching Scooby-Doo raptly while munching on a shared bowl of popcorn. The entire scene was so surreal that Raven had to take a step back and pinch herself.
The sharp pinch made her wince but assured her that the strange scene in front of her was real. The majority of the band, Marilyn Manson, was watching a doofy cartoon. Feeling laughter beginning to bubble up inside her, Raven ran to the kitchen and out the back door. Once the door was shut, the black haired female collapsed in a fit of laughter. Lady, who had been snuffling in a bush, came trotting over and gave Raven's bare arm a lick.
After her laughter had died to a trickle of giggles, she gave her dog a fond ruffle before returning to the house. Lady came trotting close behind, sitting on the kitchen floor and waiting for the lead to be unclipped. Rolling her eyes and smiling, Raven knelt and unclipped her dog. Lady immediately scampered off, looking around for Mystery.
Shaking her head, she wandered back into the living room. Mystery sat on Ginger's lap, glaring down at Lady who was wuffing at her softly. It seemed like Lady wanted to play while Mystery wanted no part of it. Ginger chuckled softly and gave the overweight cat a fond scratch behind her pointed ears. Pogo leaned back, his brown gaze suddenly catching her.
Sitting up quickly, a sly grin curled his red painted lips as he got to his feet. Tim, who sat on his left, grabbed Pogo's black clad arm and glared up at him. Pogo glared right back, yanking his sleeve out of Tim's hold. Straightening his long sleeve, black, button-up shirt; Pogo prowled toward Raven with a smirk on his face. “So, what's in the sketch book,” he purred, pointing to the large rectangle she just remembered she was holding.
Face going crimson, the nervous female clutched the huge book to her chest tightly. Most of the sketches in there were for clients but some way in the back were personal. Most of them were animal versions of the band that lived in her house. The one that took up the majority were drawings of Manson as a lion. “Pogo, leave her alone. Manson will have your head if you touch her,” Ginger grumbled, sounding annoyed.
“Psh. I don't see why it matters. He left to get a whore a while ago,” John 5 snarled, his brown eyes shining maliciously.
Hurt filled her in a cold rush, her heart feeling like it had been shattered into a million pieces. She was dimly aware of Ginger scolding John as she left the room on numb legs. She found herself walking out the front door, still holding her large sketch book to her chest as she walked. Not really paying attention where her feet were taking her, Raven walked numbly.
After an endless time of walking she finally ended up in a park and sat down on a wooden bench. Lowering her black haired head to her pale hands, she finally began to sob softly. After all the tenderness, the kissing, what she had almost let him do; he had gone to get a whore. A sharp knife of pain twisted in her heart at the thought. Yet, despite the pain, she couldn't bring herself to be mad. He was a man, a man with needs and she couldn't provide for those needs just yet. It only made sense that he would try to find a source of relief elsewhere. Still, none of that helped her feel any less betrayed. “For fuck's sake, its not as if you have any claim to him right now,” she whispered to herself harshly, gripping strands on her black hair with her pale fingers.
“Hey, you okay?” asked an unfamiliar voice from in front of her.
Looking up, Raven was almost taken aback by who she saw. In front of her stood none other than Johnny Depp who was looking down at her with concern filled brown eyes. His shoulder length black hair was tied in a ponytail and he wore blue jeans and a red t-shirt. Trying not to let it show just how star struck seeing such a big star had made her, Raven managed a weak smile. “Y-yeah, I guess,” she murmured, her voice still shaky from her deep sorrow.
“It doesn't sound like you're okay,” he replied, sitting next to the black haired female and looking at her closely. He had light facial hair on his upper lip and chin and Raven found herself having an urge to feel how soft it was. Shaking herself, she turned her gaze away from him; focusing on the grass under her platform boots.
“I don't want to bore you with my problems,” she whispered, swinging her black jeans covered legs gently. In spite of her perfectly calm demeanor, on the inside she was fan-girling really hard. All of the actor's roles came to her mind and she was finding it increasingly hard to act like she was just talking to another person.
“If I didn't want to hear about them, I wouldn't have asked,” he quipped playfully. Raven sighed heavily, looking up at him shyly.
“I'm having some... relationship problems I guess,” she murmured, not liking how unsure she sounded. Could she even call whatever was going on with Manson a relationship?
“You don't sound too sure,” he responded, keeping his gaze on her face.
“Well, we don't know each other that well actually. We only met in person once. Also there's the complication that he's famous and I've been obsessed with him for most of my life,” she found herself confessing. Despite how damning she felt her confession was, she had a feeling Johnny would understand.
“Who is it? Anyone I would know?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
“I'm not sure. Do you know Marilyn Manson?” she replied, unable to look him in the eyes.
“I thought you looked familiar,” he replied, amusement replaced by sympathy.
Memories of the paparazzi swarming them at the hospital filled her head and she went a deep red as she burrowed her flaming face in her hands. “How bad is it?” she asked in a quiet, timid voice.
“Not too bad. Most of them are speculating why he was with you at the hospital and who you are to him. Only a small portion of the sleaziest ones have used the pictures of him carrying you,” Johnny responded as he leaned forward while still looking at her.
“Oh god. Do any of them have my name or address?” she whimpered, beginning to shake from fear. If they printed her name or address she would become a huge target for the raving fan-girls.
“No, thankfully they haven't been able to get the information yet,” he answered, his pale brow knitting in concern from her reaction.
“Oh thank Christ,” she hissed, slumping forward in relief. After a few seconds she straightened, leaned back and closed her hazel eyes.
“So, what kind of relationship problems have you been having?” he asked quietly.
“Everything is happening too damn fast. He gets... touchy.. sometimes and it feels like he's already wanting a physical relationship. I have nothing against that but I can't just jump in like that! I need to get to know the person very well before I can trust them and I have to trust them before...,” she confessed, her eyes still closed. Her voice sounded tired and sad.
“He went to get a whore, didn't he,” Johnny asked bluntly, his voice cold and full of anger.
Raven leaned forward, burying her face in her hands as she let out a heart-wrenching sob. That was all the answer the actor needed as he gently took her into a hug. His brown eyes stared straight ahead, his mouth in a grim, angry line. Cheating on your partner was one of the worst things anyone could do in his opinion, it was all he could do not to go looking for the singer. As it was he couldn't leave the sobbing woman alone. Making comforting noises, he just held her close and pet her back gently.
Once she had calmed, Raven pulled away and wiped the tears from her eyes. “I'm sorry. This really isn't your problem,” she whispered in a shaky voice, her hand clenched in the material of her shirt. Her heart felt like it was clenched in a vice and more sobs rose thickly in her throat.
“I'm such an idiot! I'm nothing compared to someone like him! He could have any woman he wants! Who am I to think he would want to be with me,” she snarled, her voice breaking as a sob escaped against her will.
“No, you're never an idiot for being in love. He's the idiot for leaving someone like you behind so he can find a whore,” Johnny's deep voice growled as he pulled her into another embrace. Seeing anyone this distraught always made him want to comfort them.
“Its all my fault anyway. I can't provide for his needs just yet,” she whispered in a defeated voice.
“Stop that! Its no one's fault but his own for not being able to control himself! If he really cared about you, he would find a way to control his urges! He wouldn't leave to find a whore to relieve himself!” the actor snarled, venom dripping from his voice as he tightened his hold on her. He had heard this heartbreak from so many broken starlets. Had heard this same self blame and defeat in many female voices. All them had been dating someone in the industry and it sickened him. How could his fellows be so callous to those they supposedly loved?!
After a few moments of sobbing, Raven finally pulled back with a watery sigh. “Thank you,” she whispered softly, her eyes focused on her black jean clad legs.
“What's your name?” Johnny asked softly, his hands still on her shoulders.
“Raven,” she replied quietly, her voice sounding hollow and broken.
“I guess I don't really need an introduction do I,” he stated, a sliver of amusement slipping into his baritone voice.
“No, you're Johnny Depp,” Raven chuckled, looking up at him with a small smile.
“You know, I'm impressed. Most people freak out when they recognize me,” he observed, leaning back while still looking at her.
“I know and it must get exhausting. I figured that I should just treat you as another person since you were trying to comfort me,” she responded, her smile getting bigger.
“You're a strange person,” he remarked, returning her smile.
“I'll take that as a compliment. Thank you for hearing me out but I should get home,” Raven observed, getting to her feet and looking around. It was at that moment that she realized that she didn't really know where home was from here.
“Before you leave! Can I get your number?” Johnny asked, getting to his feet as well.
Raven, who had been looking around with a lost look on her face, startled slightly and turned to smile at him. “Sure! Just lend me your phone and I'll put it in,” she offered, her hazel eyes darting around unsurely.
“Are you lost?” he asked incredulously as he handed her his phone.
“Ehm, yes,” she admitted shyly as she typed in her number and handed his phone back.
“Well I know this city fairly well. If you give me your address I can drive you home,” he offered, opening his phone and calling the number she had put in.
Her phone tinkled in a generic ring tone as the unfamiliar number came up. With a smile, Raven hung up the phone and saved the number. She knew just the ring tone she would put in for her new acquaintance. “Thanks, that would be much appreciated,” she replied gratefully before she told him her address.
As they pulled up to the house, Raven quirked a brow; confused to see Amanda standing outside with Ginger. Both of them had their heads turned towards the house. “What on Earth is going on now?” Raven asked in an exasperated, tired voice as Johnny parked his sleek, black sports car in the driveway. Heaving a heavy sigh, the black haired female unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car. As soon as she shut the car door, Amanda's head whipped in her direction and there was an alarmed look on her face. “Meag, er, Raven!” her friend shouted, moving to intercept her from coming any closer to the house.
Raven moved to stand by the driver's side of the car, stopping in her tracks as Amanda crowded against her. “So, uhm, how 'bout we go out to dinner! Right now!” she exclaimed, her green eyes unnaturally wide and frantic. Raven looked over her friend's head to see sympathy and anger written all over Ginger's pale face.
“What's going on Mandy,” Raven asked, her voice quiet and holding an impatient edge as Johnny got out of the car behind her.
“Well, its just that... holy crap! Is that Johnny Depp?!” the curly haired female gasped, her expression going from concern to awe in a split second. Her green eyes immediately landed on the devastatingly handsome actor as he slid from the car.
“Yes, but focus! Tell me what the hell is going on in there,” Raven growled, her patience wearing thin. She had, had a very difficult day and the way her friend was acting was only grating on her frayed nerves.
“Huh? Oh! Right! Oh shit. Right,” Amanda gasped, her voice going from startled to nervous as her eyes went back to Raven.
“Just, tell me,” the black haired female hissed, irritation in her voice.
“Well, uh, he brought her back,” her friend replied, ducking her brown, curly haired head slightly.
“Brought who...” Raven began, then realization crashed over her like a tidal wave. He had brought the whore back with him.
“They've been... apparently going at it for hours,” Amanda whispered, not daring to look her friend in the eye.
Raven felt her knees go weak as strong arms caught her from behind. It almost felt as if her heart had ceased to beat and she had trouble breathing. Her vision nearly going black, she was dimly aware of a male voice calling her name. Desperately forcing air into her lungs and forcing her heart to beat painfully, Raven tried to hang onto consciousness. Why did her heart have to hurt so damn bad? Gasping in pain with each breath, Raven steadied herself by hanging onto Johnny's forearm. She was unaware of the hot tears rolling down her pale cheeks.
Ginger came rushing forward, standing beside Amanda with concern on his face. “Raven, listen closely. I know what he did seems really bad but I accidentally heard something from his room. He was insisting on calling her your name,” he whispered, locking his eyes with hers.
“Wh-wha,” Raven gasped, a small bit of the pressure around her heart releasing. Did that mean that even though he was with this woman, all he was seeing was her? A warm feeling of pride rose through the fog of her shattered emotions. He wanted her desperately but was unwilling to push himself on her. Could she understand him needing her so bad that he used whores? Not wanting to think on it for the moment, Raven shoved all the recent events under a rug in her mind. She would deal with it all later.
“So, how 'bout that dinner,” she suggested with a weak smile to the fuming actor behind her.
“Yes, lets all go out and relax,” he replied, using his considerable acting skills to hide just how angry he was.
“Oh that sounds like fun! Would you like to come Ginger?” Amanda chirped, smiling at the bleach blonde beside her. Ginger smiled at her softly, his brown eyes sparkling with a tender emotion Raven immediately recognized. Ginger was in love with Amanda. Mentally rubbing her hands together evilly, Raven's hazel eyes sparkled with mischief. Maybe she would have to play matchmaker later.
Manson had the woman's hands tied behind her head with a black silk scarf as he roved his hands down her body. This would be the fifth time he took the woman tonight and yet he felt no satisfaction. The body under his hands was so frustratingly different than the one he craved. She may have the same color eyes and the same color hair but she just didn't hold a candle to the one he truly wanted writhing under his touch. Growling in frustrated need, he ghosted his black lips over the whore's taut, rosy nipple. The woman gasped from the brush, arching into his lips needily. “Does that feel good Raven,” he husked out, rubbing a thumb over her other nipple.
“C-cassandra,” the whore whimpered, gasping as he pinched her flesh roughly.
“Your name is Raven,” he snarled against her nipple, knowing that she only insisted on her real name to anger him. As much as he wanted to treat this woman like the virgin he longed to deflower, the woman kept plucking his temper and driving him to be rough. If it weren't for the fact that he was trying to act out his first night with his intended, he would have gagged her long ago to stop the behavior.
Trying to call her scent to his mind so that it replaced that of the imposter under him, Manson began kissing his way down her pale body. He tried to ignore how the shape of her body wasn't right, stopping just above her ebony curls and closing his eyes. It was Raven he was about to do this to, it was her gasps of pleasure he was hearing.
With his eyes still closed, he forced her pale legs open and burrowed his nose in her folds. Trying to pretend it was Raven's scent, he snaked his tongue out and tasted her slick flesh. The woman under him gasped and twitched, tangling a hand in his black hair. With a low growl, he licked her swollen pearl viciously; desperately trying to pretend the breathless groans he heard were from someone else. Soon he was rewarded by a flood of her juices in his eager mouth.
After he was done lapping up everything she had to offer, he crawled up her body; settling between her legs. Almost tenderly, the singer rested his make-up coated forehead against hers. “This will hurt a bit Raven,” he purred, rubbing the head of himself against her slick folds.
“Cass...,” she began to protest before he clapped a hand over her insolent mouth. His eyes burned with a danger that set her nerves on fire as the grip on her mouth turned painful.
“Shut. Up,” he hissed, a dangerous, desperate edge to his voice as he slowly slid into her. Once again the woman had made his fantasy slip and he was now fucking just another whore. His carefully woven illusion of Raven was shattered but he couldn't stop desperately thrusting into the moaning whore beneath him. Finally he stiffened with a snarl, emptying himself into the condom he wore.
“Get out,” he hissed through gritted teeth, rolling off the woman and facing away from her.
Cassandra shrugged, got dressed and gathered the money that had been thrown on the table earlier. She didn't take offense at his rudeness, she was in fact quite used to it. She was just thrilled she had been fucked by a rock star! She would have a juicy story to tell her girls on the corner for a few nights to come. With a satisfied smirk, she flounced out of the room and out of the house.
Manson heaved an irritated sigh as he tugged on his own clothes. This had never happened to him in all his years as a singer. He had never once felt like he had betrayed or cheated on any of his girlfriends, even through the endless stream of groupies. Tonight, though, he just felt dirty. Running a hand through his black hair with a frustrated growl, the performer opened his phone and dialed a number.
Raven was sitting beside Johnny Depp on one side of the square table while Ginger and Amanda sat on the other side. Amanda had quickly gotten over her fan-girl feelings for Johnny and was now chatting with him as if they were old friends. Ginger, on the other hand, was fiddling with his cloth napkin; his kohl surrounded brown eyes focused on the white tablecloth. “Hey Ginger, you okay?” Amanda asked, looking at him with concern.
Ginger startled, looking up at her with guilty brown eyes. “Er, yeah. Just, you know... thinking,” he murmured, looking away from her quickly, a slight blush on his pale cheeks. Raven smirked at him knowingly before her mood was shattered by a familiar ring tone. “Excuse me,” she said with a smile as she hurried away from the table and outside the restaurant.
Once out in the cool, early evening air, Raven flipped open her phone and reluctantly hit the answer button. “H-hello?” she whispered hoarsely, fighting the tears that itched in the back of her eyes.
“Raven?” came an uncharacteristically unsure male voice from the other end.
“Yes,” she responded shortly, her vision already beginning to triple as sobs began to hitch in her chest. She hadn't expected just hearing his voice over the phone would cause this strong of a reaction. All the hurt and betrayal from before washed through her in a flood.
“Where are you?” he rasped on the other end, sounding worried and desperate.
“I'm safe,” she replied simply, desperately trying to keep her voice steady as the sobs continued to hitch in her chest. Tears rolled freely down her pale cheeks as she tried to regain control of her emotions.
“Raven, please,” he begged.
“I don't... I can't be around you right now,” she whispered softly, a soft sob escaping her lips as she slid to the ground.
“Oh god, you know. Raven, please! Tell me where you are!” he yelled, desperation edging out worry in his strangled voice.
“I'm going to be with a friend tonight. Maybe longer. I need to sort out my feelings,” she whispered, sobbing again.
“Oh please. Don't do this,” he rasped, his voice rough and shaky.
“I'll be in touch,” she whispered shakily.
“I love you,” she murmured softly into the phone before she clicked it shut. Then the dam really broke. Resting her arms on her knees, Raven sobbed harshly; her shoulders shaking. Even though she knew he had seen nothing but her while with the whore it didn't stop it from feeling like the world was ending. The worst thing was that despite her own pain, she felt even worse for hurting Manson. The phone ringing in the now dreaded ring tone only tore another rough sob from her.
Suddenly she was being pulled into a rough hug and she raised her head to see someone knelt in front of her while holding her tightly. The person holding her pulled back, allowing her to see it was Johnny. His brown eyes looked at her with concern. “Who are you going to stay with?” he asked quietly, his eyes searching hers.
“Oh, you heard that...,” she murmured, lowering her gaze guiltily.
“Raven... do you have anywhere else to go?” he asked, concern laced in his voice.
She only shrugged noncommittally, keeping her gaze fixed on the cracked sidewalk. She had been planing on spending a few nights at a hotel but she found herself unwilling to tell Johnny that there was no friend. “Right, I guess you're bunking with me for a bit,” he stated, slapping his thighs as he straightened.
“What?! No! I mean its not that I'm not grateful but its not necessary! I'll be fine in some Hotel 6 or something,” Raven protested, shooting to her feet. She nervously moved a strand of black hair behind her ear as she looked up at the actor. Not only had she just met the man today but who knew what Manson would do if he found out she was staying with another man. The singer was infamous for his horrible temper.
“Nonsense! As if I'd leave someone in your state alone,” he responded, smiling down at her.
“B-but..,” Raven began only to be interrupted by Amanda pounding on the window by her head.
“Go for it!” her friend mouthed, giving her the thumbs up with both hands.
Raven turned to look back at Johnny who was smiling at her kindly. It would only be for a few days and she could still keep in contact with Manson over the phone. Besides, she really needed to have some time to think. “Okay. I just need to get some stuff,” she murmured, worry shining in her eyes. How was she going to manage to get her stuff without encountering Manson?
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