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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 counselors weren't paying any attention... They were making love while that young boy drowned.’ - Pamela Voorhees (Friday the 13th)
Sorry bout the delay with this. I’ve been having trouble sleeping and it’s affected my concentration.

Chapter Five: My Dysfunctional Tour
    The next few days passed in a blur of activity for Raven, Amanda and Johnny. Some nights, Amanda came to visit and catch up and, by some odd coincidence, those were always the nights Tom showed up as well. The suave male seemed to delight in her turning into a pile of gibbering goo around him and would go out of his way to draw said reaction from her. One time he had kissed her hand and Raven could have sworn she saw steam coming her friend’s ears. Today was no exception, the curly haired female doing her best to disappear into the back of the couch as the actor curled up next to her.
    Clearing her throat, Amanda extricated herself from his hold and got to her feet. “Scuse me, I gotta call my boyfriend,” she whispered, a line she had repeated more and more often the more Tom teased her. Pressing her blue, Superman emblazoned phone to her head, the flustered woman began to sway in place as the phone rang. Although Raven was relieved her childhood friend was still trying to make an effort with Ginger, seeing her on the phone only made it that much harder for the dark haired female to resist her urge to call Manson.
    Sighing raggedly, Raven tore her gaze away from Amanda to focus on the two Johns. Johnny was currently trapped in a headlock by Jonathan, flailing and swearing as the singer gave him a vigorous noogie. Despite the gaping hole in her heart, she and the rock star had been becoming close friends. He practically dragged her to every concert he had so far, effectively drawing her out of her depression and making her pain bearable. She even found she didn’t miss Manson as much when she was around the energetic and rather jovial male. “Let poor Johnny go,” Raven sighed with playful exasperation, giggling when the dreadlocked man immediately let the actor go.
    The rumpled looking star dusted himself off before fixing his friend with a half annoyed glare. “Ya need to lighten up Jay Jay! Raves and I are just friends! I promise,” the metal singer assured, trying to end an argument that had been going on since Jon had first taken her to a concert by himself. Johnny had only gotten more protective, protesting louder and louder whenever the other man would take her to a concert. The movie star said it was because he didn’t want to see her get hurt but she had a suspicion it was something more than that. The fact that he cared a lot for her wasn’t lost on her and she cared about him as well but she just couldn’t allow herself to reciprocate.
    “Really Johnny, it’s okay. You don’t have to worry so much,” Raven sighed, begging him with her hazel eyes. As much as she enjoyed being around Jonathan, the black haired female highly doubted she would be able to get into any relationship ever again. Her heart still yearned for Manson, calling to him with such fervency that it wouldn’t be fair to try to get close to anyone.
    Turning to face her, the goateed male sighed and ran a hand through his shoulder length black hair. He could see the hollow pain in her eyes, the pain of a woman resigning herself to a life alone. The fact that Raven had been so broken by the loss of Brian hurt his heart. “Raven,” he sighed, a concerned, pained look in his dark gaze as he leveled his eyes with hers. The female only gave him a lonely, sad smile before giving a very small nod of her head. Jonathan, who had been watching the pair, frowned slightly.
    “You guys have some sort of secret code or something? Are you talking about me behind my back?” the singer asked, a small smile on his face as he gestured wildly. In the background, Amanda was talking to Ginger with a smile on her face.
    “Way to fucking go Gacy! That’s the eighteenth McDonalds you’ve gotten us banned from during this trip alone!” John 5 yelled as Ginger pinched the bridge of his nose.
    “Sounds like the band is doing about the same,” a female voice chuckled from the phone he held against his ear.
    “Too much the same if you ask me,” the drummer groused with playful grouchiness. Then his phone was being yanked from his hands as a grinning Pogo brought it up to his ear.
    “Hey Mandy Pan! How ya been?” the keyboardist chirped, dodging to the side as Ginger leapt at him, allowing the blonde to hit the carpeted floor of the bus with a thud.
    “Pogo? Seriously, again? Do you miss the sound of my voice or something?” Amanda groused back, a grin on her face despite her annoyed tone. The mohawked keyboardist had grown on her despite herself.
    “You know it sweetcheeks! Seriously though, how are ya?” Pogo responded, all the humor in his voice leaving for complete seriousness. Ginger glared up at him from the floor before heaving a sigh and sitting up.
    “I’m doing pretty good actually! Raven seems to be doing great! Johnny introduced her to Jonathan Davis and he’s been taking her to his concerts. I think all of this has helped her keep her mind off... well you know,” came the quiet reply.
    “Really?” the keyboardist whispered, mischievousness tinging his voice as a grin curled his painted lips. Then the phone was being shoved back at Ginger as the mohawked man strode away.
    “What on Earth did you tell him?” the acne scarred male whispered, getting to his feet as he watched his band mate take out his cell phone and flip it open.
    “Um, just that Johnny introduced Raven to Jonathan Davis and that he’s been taking her to concerts,” came her bewildered reply, making the musician’s brow crinkle with concern.
    “Now I’m really confused and that’s never a good thing when it comes to Pogo,” Ginger groaned, keeping his earthy gaze on his fellow musician. The grinning male only waved his fingers in response, only serving in deepening the drummer’s concern.
    “Do you need to go?” came a soft, sad voice, a note of desperation to her tone.
    “No, I’d much rather talk to you than worry about whatever twisted thing he has in mind. It’s been a few days since I could actually sit and chat. So, is Tom still flirting with you?” he asked, a hint of playful jealousy in his baritone voice. To tell the truth, the thought of her even looking at another man caused his heart to twist painfully in his chest. Yet, if she ended up loving the TV actor more than him, he would let her go with his blessing.
    Closing his eyes as his heart clamped in his chest, Ginger forced his mind away from the unpleasant scenario. He loved the small woman with everything he had, if she left him he would never be able to love again; a fact he would have to hide for the rest of his life. “Y-yes,” came her breathless, shy and yet miserable response. From the sounds of it, being around the man excited her and that knowledge caused a knife of pain to twist in his breast.
    “Hmmm, you sound a bit flustered,” he purred playfully, successfully able to mask the pain ripping its way through him.
    “Oh Ging, I am but... I love you. I don’t know how I feel about Tom but I do know that I miss you a lot,” came her breathless, scared answer. On the other end, the curly haired female was clutching the phone in a death grip; oblivious to the four people that currently shared the room with her. Right now, they were all on Mars as far as she was concerned. All that mattered was the man on the other end of the phone.

    “Mandy, it’s okay. I honestly don’t mind. I miss you too but it doesn’t look like this tour will be ending any time soon. Manson is... this whole thing has him all fucked up in the head,” the drummer sighed, worry thick in his voice as his gaze moved to fix on the closed door. The singer had been a lot less violent but had now gone disturbingly quiet. He had also gone a long while without any groupies, not even showing interest in hiring a prostitute.
    While that conversation was going on, Jonathan was busying himself by making some coffee. Tom simply sat on the couch, his blue eyes fixed on Amanda as she continued to talk to Ginger. He wasn’t oblivious to the fact the woman was smitten with her boyfriend but he found himself simply not caring about that. In all of his life, he had never felt as irresistibly drawn to someone and he wasn’t going to let her go without a fight.
    Trying to ignore the conversation her roomie was having, Raven heaved a sigh as she got to her feet and went to the fridge. Just hearing her talk to Ginger was exceedingly hard on her and made her heart ache in her chest. Fighting back her tears, the black haired female twirled off the top of her soda and took a long swig. Then she was turning to smile at Jon and Johnny. “Today’s your last day here, right? When are you leaving?” she asked, heading to the cupboards to dig out a bowl for cereal.
    “We are leaving at about three in the afternoon,” Jonathan replied, smirking when Amanda and Johnny both gave him suspicious looks.
    “What do you mean ‘we’?” the actor and Raven asked while Amanda excused herself from her call to listen in.
    “You’re coming on tour with me. It’ll get you away from the paparazzi and take your mind off asshat,” the dreadlocked male replied, pouring himself a mug of steaming coffee and smirking at his shocked audience. Johnny looked about to protest when he pursed his lips and tensed his jaw.
    “You’re right, getting away for a bit would be the best thing for her,” the star replied reluctantly, his dark eyes locking on Raven as worry filled his gaze.
    “Can... can I go too?” came a timid, shy voice, making the four people in the room to turn to look at Amanda. Tom quirked his brow as displeasure filled his azure eyes. He wasn’t going to stop her but he certainly didn’t want this fascinating woman far away for very long.
    Before Jonathan could begin to speak, Raven went to her friend and gave her a tight hug. “Of course Mandy! Johnny can take care of Lady and Mystery and you might get to see Ginger,” she encouraged, pulling away to give the rock star puppy eyes.
    “I don’t mind! The more the merrier!” the singer replied, finishing off his mug before filling another one.
    Soon there was a flurry of activity as Tom drove Amanda back to their house to pack and get the pets, leaving Johnny, Raven and Davis alone. “You’ll call at least once a day?” the tanned actor fretted, pacing as the ebony haired female brought out her large, black duffel..
    “I promise Johnny,” she assured with a smile as she slowly straightened and popped her back with a grimace.
    “If you have any problems...,” he began, his dark gaze fixed on her black clad form as he continued to pace.
    “I’ll call,” Raven replied, watching him with sad eyes. The actor already looked stressed, she hated to think what he was going to be like while she was gone. Then she was walking towards him and hugging him tight, burying her face in his muscled chest. Johnny didn’t waste time wrapping her in a protective embrace and burrowing his nose in her dark hair.
    “I’m going to miss you,” he breathed, his voice strained and thick with emotion as his large hands moved over her back. His lips briefly brushed the top of her head, making the flustered woman blush.
    “Johnny,” she sighed, her heart aching for the man that held her. In another time and place, the two of them would have been quite a couple. As it was, she couldn’t allow herself to grow close to him or Jonathan.
    “I know Raven. It’s okay. I’m okay with it. Please, just let me... just once I want to,” he sighed in a tortured voice, his tanned hands flexing on her back. Tilting her head back to look up at him, Raven was shocked by his lips meeting hers in the sweetest kiss she had ever felt. The hair from his mustache and goatee tickled her skin as his lips moved over hers oh so gently.
    Sighing, Raven returned the kiss with a tenderness that surprised them both. Then her arms came up to wrap around his neck of their own accord, drawing a surprised gasp from Johnny. Then she was opening her mouth to give his lips a shy, tentative lick with her tongue. He opened immediately, his arms tightening around her as he groaned into her mouth as their tongues shyly explored eachother. Just as suddenly as the kiss started, the black haired female broke it and let out a sad, shuddery sigh as she met Johnny’s confused brown eyes. Cupping his stubbly, tan cheek with her hand, she gave the actor a sad look. “I do care about you Johnny, I honestly do but it just wouldn’t... I can’t..,” she stammered, interrupted by a finger on her lips.
    “I already told you, I understand. I know that will be all we ever share and I’m fine with it,” he reassured her, pain stark in his dark orbs.
    Reaching up to cup his cheek, Raven gave him one last kiss as two tears slid down her pale cheeks. Then she was grabbing her luggage and fleeing, leaving behind Johnny who merely looked after her as she ran out and shut the door. Once she was gone, the star allowed himself to collapse in a chair at the kitchen table and hold his dark haired head in his hands. Davis, who had seen the entire exchange, strode slowly toward the table and sat in a chair next to his friend. “Hey, you gonna be okay Johnny?” the singer asked, placing an arm around the other man’s shoulder.
    “Yeah, yeah I will. Just... keep her safe Jonathan,” Johnny sighed, lifting his head to reveal he was crying. Jonathan immediately wrapped him in a tight hug.
    “Don’t worry Jay Jay, I won’t let anything happen,” the performer assured just as Tom came in with the pet crates.
    Soon Amanda and Raven had been stuffed onto the crowded bus, then introduced to the band by an enthusiastic Jonathan. Then the vehicle had started and they set off on their long journey to the next city the rock star was scheduled to sing at. Amanda was so excited and nervous about the possibility of seeing Ginger that she was soon pacing the length of the bus like an expectant father. “Mandy,” Raven whispered, grasping her friend’s thin wrist firmly to stop her near frantic movement. Whipping her curly haired head to look at her roomie, the other woman could only give her a nervous, impatient look.
    “You have nothing to be nervous about. He missed you as much as you did him,” the ebony haired female tried to assure, not taking her eyes off her childhood companion.
    “Raves is right! From everything I heard, you’re the first person he’s ever cared about so much,” Jonathan offered, grinning up from his position next to Raven on the large couch. Sighing, the off balance woman flopped on the other side of her roommate, covered her eyes with the heels of her hands and leaning her frizz ringed head against the back of the piece of furniture.
    “I know! I’m just not used to any of this! I never so much as had a boyfriend in highschool and now I have two men who want me at once. One I love more than I’ve ever loved anyone and the other I’m more drawn to than I have ever felt,” she groaned out in a tortured voice.
    Raven looked at the female next to her with eyes full of sympathy. Then she was grabbing her friend’s hand in hers and giving a gentle tug until the other woman looked at her. “I just want to see you happy, as I’m sure he does. You need to follow your heart,” the black haired female whispered, keeping her greenish-brown gaze fixed on Amanda’s green one. To her relief, her roomie gave her a grin before wrapping her in a tight hug.
    “Thanks Megs,” the relieved woman gasped, tears rolling down her pale cheeks.
    “Need... to... breathe,” Raven gasped out, humor tinging her breathless voice. Releasing her with a giggle, her life-long pal lightly smacked her arm. Smiling in return, the black clad woman turned to look at Davis.
    The dreadlocked singer was grinning at her widely, the mustache framing his lips lifting with his expression. Returning the smile, Raven moved her gaze to look around the large vehicle that would be her home for the next few months. It was larger than Manson’s had been but had a lot less space at the same time. Every available spot had been taken up by either a band member or a piece of equipment that needed to be fiddled with. There was also no bar in sight, instead a modest sink, stove and a set of cupboards was where it had been in her ex’s bus. It was with that thought that all her good humor left her in a flood.
    Thinking about the rock star as her ex caused a pain to twist in her chest and her breath to stutter. Sure she had resigned herself to letting him go, to never seeing him again but the actual reality of it was devastating. As if seeing her distress, Jonathan pulled her into a gruff hug; not letting her go when she struggled. “Jonathan, wha...,” she began, only to earn a hushing sound from the metal singer.
    “It’ll be okay Raves,” came a sigh in her ear as he leaned his cheek against the dark crown of her head.
    “We’ll make you forget all about that asshole,” the rock star assured, sounding much more confident than she felt. She had no doubt that the tour would help her take her mind off things but she didn’t think it would make her outright forget about Manson.
    Raven awoke to complete darkness and unfamiliar surroundings. Trying to see in the inky blackness, the off balance female tried to remember just where she was. Then it all came back to her in a rush and she breathed a sigh of relief. She was in the tour bus and they had stopped for the night to allow the driver to get a few hours sleep. Wondering what had awakened her, the woman stared into the darkness and tried to force her eyes to adjust. That was when she heard a familiar, male whimper coming from somewhere in the back.
    Hoisting herself of the huge couch with a groan, the disoriented woman tried to see enough to make her way to the rear without stepping on anyone. The best she was able to do was make out dim shapes but it was enough to allow her to make her way back. The closer she got, the louder the distressed cries became. It almost sounded like Jonathan except his voice had been reduced to that of a frightened, young child. “Please, not again,” he pleaded to an unseen entity, making her heart leap in her throat from fear. With a shaky hand, Raven swung open the door and poked her head into the room.
    The room was lit by a dim lamp beside the bed and in the bed was a half dressed Davis, tossing and turning fitfully. Relieved that he wasn’t being attacked and realizing he was having a nightmare, she moved into the room. “Jonathan?” she whispered, jumping back when he sat bolt upright in the bed. His black dreds hung in his now pale face as his wide, brown eyes stared around the room almost frantically. Closing the distance within seconds, Raven was reaching forward and pressing a cautious, comforting hand on the singer’s bare shoulder. Jumping in place, he whipped his head to face her with a mixture of terror and relief on his strained face. Then he was grabbing her waist and burrowing his face into her taut stomach.
    “Jonathan?” she tried again, sounding unsure. The rock star only tightened his hold slightly, his breathing harsh and erratic from his terror.
    Blinking down at her fairly new friend, Raven tentatively began to rub his shoulders in soothing circles. After a few moments, the distraught singer began to relax. “Was it a nightmare?” she asked, not really needing answer but trying to get him to talk. If she got him to talk he would start to feel better. Her question caused a shudder to run through his muscular frame before he released a shaky sigh.
    “Yeah, it happens some nights. It’s always the same one and once I have it I can’t get back to sleep,” he murmured, nuzzling into her stomach like a scared child seeking comfort. He was even shaking lightly, making her wonder just what is was that scared him so much.
    “What’s it about?” she asked quietly, moving one of her hands to the top of her head and running it over his oddly textured, corded hair. His rough, large hands twitched on her back as he went stiff.
    “I... I don’t like talking about it,” he husked out in a choked, shaky voice.
    “I won’t force you to but I think it could help you feel better,” Raven offered, continuing to rub him soothingly. Jonathan only stayed silent, slowly relaxing but not moving away from her. After a few moments, she assumed he simply just found it too painful to tell her about until he drew a deep breath to talk.
    “It’s... it’s my father,” he confessed in a frightened, lost sounding voice, not moving his face from her stomach.
    Getting a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Raven only looked down at the man in her arms. “When I was a kid...,” he murmured his voice growing more strained as he dissolved into quiet sobs against her stomach. All at once realization dawned upon her and she was pulling back to go to her knees and envelope him in a hug.
    “Shh, shh, I know now. You don’t have to continue,” she whispered, holding him while he broke down on her shoulder. Her black nailed hands moved over his back in soothing circles as she allowed him to cry himself out. As his sobs tapered off, the concerned woman found a few of his songs making a sort of horrifying sense.
    Feeling her own eyes fill with tears of sympathy, Raven squared her black clad shoulders and swallowed them back. Right now she needed to be strong for Jonathan and make sure he was okay. Thankfully the singer was already calming down, his shaking slowly coming to a stop as he slowly looked up at her with a grateful gaze. “You okay Jonathan?” the worried woman asked, looking at him through her inky hair.
    “Yeah,” he sighed, still looking a bit shaken.
    Looking at him with concern, Raven could only shake her head with disbelief. “Try to go back to sleep, you have a long day ahead of you tomorrow,” she whispered, gently pushing on his bare, rather toned looking chest.
    “I don’t think I can,” he sighed as he laid back and slung an arm over his eyes. Watching this while biting her lip, the pajama wearing female crawled into the large bed beside him and snuggled into his side.
    “Raven, wha?” the rock star asked in a shocked voice, trying to pull away from her out of sheer surprise.
    “You need someone to cuddle with tonight, that’s all,” she whispered, hiding her blush by burrowing her face into his side. Shock faded into gratefulness as Davis gazed down at the female beside him, allowing an arm to wrap loosely around her.
    “Thanks,” he yawned, slowly slipping off into slumber while Raven watched over him.
    A sudden jolting movement made the female shoot up in bed, her hazel eyes wide as she woke up a dimly lit, unfamiliar room with a man draped over her like a second skin. Staring down at her male companion, all the memories of last night came back in a rush. Jonathan had his arm wrapped around her like she was a plush toy and there was such a look of peace on his mustached face that Raven was loathe to wake him up. “Hey, Raven ya in there! We’re here!” came Amanda’s voice from the other end, drawing a sleepy groan from the singer as he rolled on his back and inhaled deeply.
    Then he was jumping up with a grin on his face, scooping up the shocked woman into his arms and twirling in a circle with her as he hugged her tightly. Before she could even begin to complain about the lack of air, the rock star was setting her down and looking at her with such a look of gratitude that it made warmth rush through her body. “Come on, get dressed and get your cute ass out there,” Davis jokingly commanded, grabbing a kilt and a black shirt before running out into the main room of the bus; leaving behind a very confused and flustered Raven.
    After a few moments, Raven came out with a rather abashed, shamed look on her face. She wore her normal black jeans and leather platform boots but on her torso she wore a Marilyn Manson shirt. Amanda noticed right away but only pursed her lips, thankfully choosing to just let it go. Jonathan, on the other hand, either didn’t seem to notice or completely ignored her attire; scooping her up into another tight hug once he saw her. After a few seconds, he set her down on her feet and ruffled her inky hair affectionately while his band unloaded the vehicle. “It’ll only be a few hours until show time!” he announced, a giddy grin on his mustached face. Then he was ushering the two females out of the large vehicle.
    Raven and Amanda stood out of the way on the side of the stage while the band members and roadies loaded the equipment onto the platform and began setting up. While the sound techs were setting up, a rather harried, suit wearing man came running up to Jonathan and pulled him aside. While the two females watched, the two men began to talk; the metal singer growing more and more agitated the more the newcomer spoke. After a few minutes of this the man scampered off, looking even more worried than before and Davis was striding toward them with a thunderous look on his pale face. “What’s wrong?” Raven asked, a worried tone to her voice as she kept her hazel eyes focused on the approaching male.
    “We aren’t the only ones playing at this venue,” he sighed in a strained voice. As the words finished leaving his mouth, the two women saw a flash of movement behind the tense performer. Craning her head to see better, Raven saw a few roadies bustling equipment in. They were quickly followed by some really familiar looking blonde men also carrying some instruments.
    A feeling of dread began to fill her stomach as Raven tried to deny she had just seen Ginger, Pogo, John 5 and Tim scampering by. Her heart beginning to race in her chest, the now shaking female could barely breathe as she knew who would be coming next as much as she wanted to deny it. Sure enough, not too long after the last man had carried a guitar and amp by the side of the stage, the man himself came striding by. Her hazel eyes immediately fixed on him as all breath left her lungs. Even beneath the make-up and from her great distance she could tell he hadn’t been sleeping well. Fighting the urge to run to him, the distraught female tore her gaze away from him and swore quietly. How the Hell could she avoid him for the next few performances?
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