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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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Author's Note: And the plot thickens. Thanks for all the views guys! Don't be afraid to let me know how I'm doing!

Chapter Six: Coma White
“Are you sure you need to do this?” Johnny asked for the fifth time that trip, his hands gripped tightly on the leather covered wheel.
“Yes, even if I can just get some pajamas from a Wal-mart but there's something there that can't just be bought,” Raven answered, her hazel eyes focused on the hem of her black t-shirt. The item she spoke of was a stuffed dog she had gotten from an aunt at the age of nine. She had never traveled without it and had named it Kathy, after the aunt that had given it to her. If she didn't have the stuffed dog she knew she wouldn't sleep but was too embarrassed to tell that to Johnny.
“Do you want me to come in?” he asked, a hard edge to his voice as he pulled into the driveway.
“No, you better not. I don't need him to think I'm cheating on him with you on top of all of this,” she responded, avoiding his worried gaze as she unbuckled her seat belt. She was too tired to question why Johnny was being so nice when he barely knew her, all she knew was that she was grateful for his presence.
“Alright, but I'll be right here if you need me,” he assured her, putting the car in park but keeping the engine running. Raven realized, with a sharp spike of guilt, that Johnny's statement had made her feel safer. Shame filled her as she exited the car and headed toward the house. Manson had never shown any sign that he would hurt her so she had no reason to be afraid. Still, when she got to the door she hesitated.
As she reached for the door, it flew open to reveal John 5 who was sneering at her with a baleful look. “I thought you were gonna stay away,” he growled, stepping back to allow her into the house.
“I have to get some stuff,” she responded, not looking the irritable guitarist in the eye.
“Yeah, sure and the guy waiting out in the car for you is your Grandfather,” John snarled, sounding disgusted with her.
“Look, the person in the car is Johnny Depp. I just met him today at the park while I was... distraught,” Raven replied, fixing her eyes on his.
“You move pretty damn quick. Already you've latched onto another famous person,” he hissed, hatred sparking in his brown eyes.
“Its not fucking like that you asshole! He ran into me while I was crying my eyes out over that dickhead upstairs! I don't need a lecture about fidelity from anyone in this fucking band!” she screamed, her temper finally snapping. Not only had the events of the day put her through the emotional wringer but this asshole had the gall to try to make her feel guilty!
“I'm not the one who ran off to find a whore! For fuck's sake, I can't even stand the thought of Manson seeing me naked! What in the flying fuck gives you the idea that I can have sex so casually that I would just go to another man!” she screamed, stalking toward him; feeling a bit gratified when he backed off. A bit of the hatred that was in his eyes earlier began to slip into confusion.
“You and him haven't even...?” he asked, wonder slipping into his voice.
“Of course not! I barely fucking know the guy! But its not for lack of trying on his part, I assure you,” she hissed, clenching her hands into tight fists as she stood toe to toe with the bleach blonde guitarist. Although he towered over her easily, he still had a look of fear in his brown eyes as she glared up at him.
“Raven?” came a questioning, male voice from behind her and she froze. Hurt flooding into her hazel eyes as she still stared up at John, she went completely tense. She had desperately hoped that she could have avoided seeing him. Still she wasn't surprised he had come down, she had been making quite a racket. Trying not to let the tears brimming in her eyes fall, she closed her eyes tightly and began to turn to face Manson. Instead of looking at him, she focused her gaze on the tops of his boots as she tried to steady her breathing.
“I'm just here to get some stuff,” she whispered quietly, all the fire from earlier leaving for the aching pain in her heart.
“Are you staying with Johnny?” he whispered in reply, his voice sounding tired.
“I... he insisted.,” she replied quietly, still focusing on the tops of his platforms.
“Good. He's a good guy, he'll keep you safe for me,” he replied softly before his boots turned and went up the stairs.
“D-do you two know each other?” Raven asked, now looking at the tile floor.
“I've known him for a while. We're good friends, although I suppose he must be pretty pissed at me right now,” the singer replied in a strained voice, sounding almost as if he was holding back tears.
A spike of guilt speared through Raven's heart as her head shot up and she found herself looking Manson in the face. The performer's face was void of make-up and his face was pale and strained. “Manson, I just need to think,” she whispered, all her pain leaving for the need to comfort him. The man looked as if the world was crumbling around his feet.
“I've heard that before,” he hissed bitterly, his eyes showing none of the vitriole in his voice.
“Marilyn, please. I promise that I'll come back,” she replied, fighting the urge to gather the shattered looking singer in her arms.
“Keep in touch,” he whispered before he went up the stairs.
“Oh that's just great. He's the one that cheated on me and here I am feeling guilty for making him sad,” Raven hissed to herself angrily, watching the rock star's retreat with concerned eyes.
“You almost act like you actually care about him,” came John's astonished voice from behind her.
“Maybe that's because I do,” she responded quietly before heading upstairs as well.
Raven shut her bedroom door, taking several deep breaths to steady herself as well as keep the tears at bay. The hell of it was she was unsure of why she was so miserable. Was it because Manson had gone to a whore? Or was it because of how sad and haunted he had seemed earlier? Desperately needing some time to think, Raven packed a bag of clothes and picked up her stuffed dog. It was a floppy basset hound that was brown, white and black and looked rather old as well as well loved. She looked down at the dog's face with a small sigh before she looked up at the Marilyn Manson poster.
Manson sat on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands. On the table by his bed was a half full glass of Vodka/Absinthe as well as the bottles of alcohol themselves. He was in an advanced state of drunkenness but it did nothing to numb the pain he felt. He barely knew this woman for fuck's sake! Why was she having such a strong effect on him after just a few days? He had never felt guilty for taking a whore before! This whole situation was confusing as well as frightening for him. His whirlwind thoughts were interrupted by a gentle knock on his door. “Go away John, I'm in no mood,” he hissed in a tired, hollow voice.
“Its Raven,” came a soft reply.
Raven stared at the door as a series of crashes and curses came from behind it. If it were under any other circumstance she would have laughed. The door in front of her flew open to reveal a shirtless Manson who reeked of booze. His bloodshot eyes locked on hers desperately as he leaned on the frame of the door for support. “Raven,” he whispered, his voice shaky and lost.
The black haired female was taken aback by his appearance, let alone the smell of alcohol that wafted around him. She would have to make sure one of the band members kept an eye on him. “I, well... this is Kathy. I've had her since I was nine. There's never been a night where she hasn't been with me,” Raven whispered, holding out the bedraggled plush to the singer. Manson looked down at the plush with confusion before looking up at Raven.
“I thought that... maybe since she might smell a bit like me... that she might help you sleep,” she murmured, suddenly feeling very shy and stupid. What had she been thinking? She fully expected the performer to laugh in her face before closing the door. Instead, he gently took the plush.
Manson looked at the floppy canine, its brown glass eyes staring back at him. Despite how old the plush was, it was in fairly good condition. It was well loved with one bald spot near the nose and was missing several decorative strings from the toes. With how Raven had just spoken of it, he knew it must mean a lot to her. “Are you sure you want to give her to me?” he asked, wonder beginning to slip into his voice.
“Well, just until I come back. I wanted to make sure you had something of mine to comfort you,” she replied with a blush, moving a strand of her shoulder length black hair behind her ear. When Manson only kept staring down at the plush, Raven felt more and more ridiculous.
“If you don't want her, I'll understand,” Raven offered in a small voice. She wanted to offer the singer a polite out just in case he was worried about her feelings. To her surprise Manson held the plush tightly to his chest while smiling down at her.
“Thank you. I'll take very good care of her,” Manson replied, warm emotions swirling in his mismatched eyes.
“See that you do mister! If I see so much as a drop of booze on her, it'll be your head,” the small female mock threatened sadly, poking his bony chest. To her surprise he captured her hand in his left hand and pressed it against his heartbeat.
Raven's heart leapt into her throat as he closed some of the distance between them, a bare inch between them. “Do you have to go,” he whispered, his voice sounding meek and lost.
“Y-yes. I just... I need time to come to terms with what you did. I know its stupid. I barely know you and it isn't as if we're in a relationship...,” she replied weakly, interrupted by a harsh intake of breath.
“Why do you think we aren't in a relationship?” he hissed, his voice suddenly cold and hard. His hand tightened slightly on the hand he held over his heartbeat.
“It... it... we've... I mean we just met! I didn't think we could build a relationship on just that,” she replied, looking up at him with surprise. It almost sounded like she had hurt his feelings.
“Most people, no. But I'm not most people. Also, the way you sang 'Last Day on Earth',” he growled, closing his eyes as he hitched in a breath, “I heard how much you loved me.”
“But, is that enough? You don't know my personality, my dreams, my nightmares. I don't know any of yours either,” Raven replied fretfully, confusion and hope fighting for dominance on her face.
“We'll learn them together,” he murmured softly, still pressing her hand to his heartbeat.
“But...,” she started to protest only to be stopped by the depth of emotion in his eyes.
“I know enough about you to know that I want to stake my claim to you. Even if this ends horribly, I would prefer to say we're in a relationship,” he responded, a pleading tone to his voice. It almost sounded like he had more to say but was reluctant to give it voice.
“I've never felt such an unconditional love from anyone. I don't want to chance losing it on someone else,” he whispered, his voice barely audible as he refused to meet her eyes.
Raven had to fight herself to refrain from yelling something like, 'If its that important that you keep me, why did you bring home a whore?!' Despite how good it would have felt, all it would have done was rip open an already bleeding wound. Besides, Ginger had told her Manson had insisted on calling the whore her name. “I'm in a relationship with Marilyn Manson,” she whispered, blinking slowly.
All the happiness she should have felt at the realization was marred by the hurt from the earlier events. Yet under all the hurt feelings, warm feelings of happiness and love glowed softly; just waiting to be fanned into a roaring flame. Looking up into Manson's tormented eyes, her hand still tightly pressed over his heartbeat, Raven found herself already wanting to forgive him. She had known from the start that he had a huge sexual appetite. She should be grateful he hadn't tried to force himself on her. “You're making it very hard to stay mad at you,” she whispered softly, a small smile appearing on her lips.
“Then stay and let me make it up to you properly,” he purred, a pleading edge to his voice as he stared into her hazel eyes intently.
“I can't. I promise it will only be a couple days,” she whispered, pulling away from the half dressed performer. She couldn't stop her gaze from roving over his scarred chest, a deep hunger stirring within her. Shaking herself, she smiled up at him while she backed away. This was the exact reason she needed to get away for a while! If she stayed near Manson, he would have her at his feet in days.
“Raven...” he practically whimpered, following her slowly to the head of the stairs.
Raven's heart lurched in her chest at the sound of his voice and she very nearly changed her mind. God, he sounded like he was on the verge of tears. The desperate way he was looking at her while he had Kathy pressed to his chest wasn't helping. “Raven! You okay?” came a concerned voice from downstairs, grabbing her attention.
Thankful for the distraction from the distraught performer, Raven looked down the stairs to see Johnny Depp staring up at her from the foot of the stairs. Concern shined in his brown eyes as his gaze remained focused on Manson. “Yeah, just saying goodbye,” she replied with false cheerfulness, returning her gaze to the singer.
Manson had his mismatched gaze fixed on Johnny, his mouth set in an angry line. “I'm trusting her with you,” he growled, his gaze almost murderous.
“Brian... you should know me better. I wouldn't do anything to her. She's in a relationship,” Johnny returned, raged shining in his brown eyes. To the actor's satisfaction, it seemed his comment had knocked the singer off balance. Manson had staggered a bit, guilt flashing in his eyes briefly before it was replaced with anger.
“Fine. Just keep her safe,” he hissed, curling the hand that wasn't holding Kathy into a tight fist.
“I will,” Johnny growled, his goateed mouth set in a grim line.
Uncomfortable with the tension between the two men, Raven decided it would be best to beat a hasty retreat. Grabbing Manson's face gently so his eyes were focused on her, Raven gave him a gentle kiss. “Take care of Lady,” she requested, breaking the kiss with a small smile. Then she ran down the stairs before he had a chance to react.
Once she was down the stairs, the black haired woman walked past Johnny and right up to John 5. “John, you and I both know he drinks heavily when he gets depressed. Can I count on you and any other volunteers you can find to take care of him?” Raven asked, worry in her voice. Her hazel eyes were locked with John's brown ones as she silently begged him to not be a jerk.
“What the fuck do you think I was gonna do?” he snarled. Still, Raven could swear he had sounded a tad less pissed with her than he normally was.
“Thank you and I mean that,” she replied, giving him a brief hug.
“Please, keep him safe,” she whispered as she pulled back, her eyes meeting his again.
Something in her voice made John soften and he looked at her, really looked at her. The woman in front of him was only five foot nine but she could be intimidating when it came to someone she cared about. As he looked into her hazel eyes, he saw something that surprised him. He saw that this tiny woman deeply cared for Manson. This woman's eyes held a depth of love for the singer that almost made John feel as if he was drowning in it. “I promise,” he replied solemnly, taking one of her hands in his.
Raven startled at John picking up her hand in his. His brown eyes were examining her closely, making her feel slightly uncomfortable. It was almost as if the guitarist was seeing her with new eyes. The bleach blonde holding her hand glanced up at Johnny, his lips set in a thin line. Johnny returned the gaze, his stance sturdy and defensive. A silent understanding seemed to pass between the two as they both nodded. “Come on Raven. You must be exhausted,” Johnny whispered, gently grabbing her arm. Confused by what had just happened, Raven found herself nodding. With one last look at Manson who was still standing at the top of the stairs holding Kathy, Raven waved and walked out of the house.
As soon as the door had clicked shut, Manson had mechanically walked to his room; leaving a concerned John staring up the stairs. “Hey, I think he's serious about this one,” came an astounded voice from behind him. John sighed, looking behind himself to see Pogo staring at the stairs with the same concern.
“I'd say she's pretty serious too,” John replied, walking into the living room. Tim sat up as he walked in, looking at him with a mixture of confusion and worry.
“Yeah, we thought the same with Dita,” Pogo snarled angrily, picking up an empty glass and flinging it against a wall.
“Dita wanted to change him. This one is different. I think that no matter what he does to her, she'll love him,” the guitarist responded, sitting next to Tim. Tim nodded in agreement, looking at John with a mix of astonishment and 'fucking finally'.
“Yeah, yeah. Don't rub it in Tim,” John growled, waving at the bassist tiredly.
“Tim, what makes you so sure that this time will be any different than the other times?” Pogo asked in a tired voice as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.
“This one is not after his fame,” Tim answered simply, his voice thick with a Swedish accent.
Pogo opened his mouth to protest, then shut it just as quickly. He remembered what she had acted like on stage, she had acted as if she wanted nothing more than to escape. “Okay, ya got me on that one,” he responded, plopping down on the other side of Tim on the couch.
“So who gets to watch over him tonight?” John asked, not expecting any volunteers to speak up.
“I vote for Ginger since he's not here,” Pogo replied, running a hand through his stiff, bleach blonde mohawk.
“I guess I got him until the poor bastard gets back. I've never seen Manson act this way so it should be an interesting night,” John remarked, looking up at the ceiling. Everyone was used to Manson's rages but this quiet depression was quite new and frightening. None of them knew just what would happen.
Johnny led Raven into an elevator at a hotel that she never would have been able to afford. She couldn't stop staring at everything around her, her mouth slightly hanging open and making her resemble a gasping fish. The actor's amused chuckle broke her out of her daze and she looked up at him while the elevator doors shut. Her face flamed with embarrassment as she realized she had probably seemed every bit the country mouse to his city mouse. “Don't let the hotel intimidate you. Despite what they want you to think, everyone here is just like everyone else,” he assured, his brown eyes sparkling with amusement as he placed a hand on her shoulder.
“Th-thank you for letting me stay. I was going to offer to at least pay for half the room but I don't think I can do that,” Raven replied with a nervous chuckle, fiddling with the hem of her black t-shirt.
“No, I don't think you could. Don't worry, just consider it a favor from a friend,” the actor chuckled, smiling down at her. An emotion in his eyes almost made her want to melt as she looked up at him. Then the elevator dinged and the breathless spell over them broke like a soap bubble.
Avoiding his gaze as she got out of the elevator, Raven kept her gaze on the oddly patterned carpet. A gentle hand on her shoulder inadvertently made her flinch as she looked up at Johnny. A few strands of his black hair hung in his face and his brown eyes shined with concern. “You okay?” he asked, his brow knitted with worry.
“Y-yeah. Just a bit... nervous,” she managed to get out, smiling weakly.
“There's nothing to be nervous about,” he assured, moving a hand behind her back and gently pushing her forward.
They stopped a few doors down, a huge, thickly muscled body guard stood in front of the door. The towering guard inclined his black haired head slightly, glaring down at Raven through dark sunglasses. Raven shrank away from him, hiding slightly behind Johnny in fright. “Hey, its okay. Jerome here won't hurt you,” Johnny comforted, turning to look Raven in the eyes.
Raven peeked timidly around Johnny to see Jerome standing there with his black suit clad arms crossed across his thick chest. The huge body guard seemed to be looking at her in an assessing manner, not relaxing one iota. “Are you sure its smart to bring someone like her in?” Jerome asked in a voice so deep, Raven could swear the ground was shaking from it.
“Have you been reading the tabloids Jerome?” Johnny responded coldly, his voice full of anger as he turned back to the bodyguard.
“I meant no offense sir, but she already has a famous boyfriend. What if she's just looking for her next conquest,”Jerome responded placidly, not looking the least bit ruffled by the actor's anger.
“I'm getting sick and tired of people making assumptions about me when they barely know me,” Raven hissed, coming out from behind Johnny.
“Did it ever occur to anyone one that I, shock and amazement, actually love Marilyn quite deeply?” she hissed quietly, stalking toward the thickly muscled bodyguard.
“I want none of the fame! I want none of the attention! Is it so much to ask that I not be judged for who I love?! Just because he's famous doesn't automatically mean that's all I love him for!” the small, black haired female snarled, standing toe to toe with Jerome. To her satisfaction, the huge bodyguard was looking down at her with a mixture of amazement and respect.
“I was out of turn,” he responded, his voice wavering slightly as he looked into her furious hazel eyes.
“I'll say you were! I have no intention of being intimate with Mr. Depp! I can't even bear the thought of my current boyfriend seeing me nude! Keep that in mind next time you wanna judge people,” she snarled, pressing herself against the bodyguard and craning her neck so she could look him in the eyes.
“Yes ma'am,” he whispered in response, stepping out of the way.
“Nice job,” Johnny whispered, his hot breath brushing her ear and his mustache faintly tickling her skin. Fighting off a shudder, Raven smiled up at the actor as he opened the door for them both.
The 'room' was more like a large apartment. There was a full kitchen and living room as well as four full bedrooms, each with their own bathroom. Raven's jaw dropped at the sight of the huge room, making noises of amazement as she moved into the huge space. “Holy shit,” she whispered, unable to stop looking around.
“Oh this nothing. You should see my summer mansion,” he remarked in a teasing tone.
“I don't know know if you're joking or serious,” Raven reply, chuckling quietly as she stared up at the high, white ceiling.
“Well I don't have a summer mansion,” he replied, smiling slightly.
Raven turned to face him, a look of amusement on her face. “I wouldn't have been surprised to find out you did,” she quipped, quirking a brow at him before heading towards the bedrooms.
“The one with the red door is mine. Feel free to take any of the others,” he offered, moving into the huge kitchen.
Raven looked at the four doors that were spaced fairly far apart from each other. Finally, she chose the green door right next to Johnny's room. That way he would be close by if she needed him. Opening the door, her jaw dropped for the second time that day. The room was painted a rich, deep red, had red carpet and a huge bed with red sheets. Next to the bed stood a small dresser and on the wall next to the door was a huge dresser.
Setting her bag on the red silk sheets of her bed, Raven looked around the large room in awe. It had a corded phone and a huge TV on a large stand across from the bed. Moving to the door next to the bed, Raven opened it to reveal a huge bathroom. The tub alone could have easily fit three full grown people. A bit blown away by the extravagance, Raven sat on the closed lid of the toilet to take it all in. It almost seemed impossible she would be living here for the next two days.
The smell of food eventually broke her out of her stunned trance and she got to her feet. Whatever it was, it smelled delicious and made her stomach come awake with a loud roar. Almost timidly, she opened the door to see an amusing sight. Johnny bustled back and forth, wearing a white apron tied around his thin waist. His tongue poked from his goateed mouth as he fiddled with something in a large, steaming skillet. The smell of whatever he was cooking was too tempting to resist. With a small blush on her cheeks, she exited the room and stood near the table unsurely.
Johnny's dark haired head shot up, a kind smile appearing on his face. “Hi Raven! Feel free to sit at the table, dinner should be ready in a moment,” he stated, a bright smile on his face as he flipped something over with a spatula.
“D-dinner? Y-you didn't have to,” Raven stammered as she sank into a chair by the large, round table. To her mortification her stomach chose that moment to let loose a particularly loud groan.
“From the sounds of that, I'd say I did,” he chuckled, flipping a huge steak onto a clean plate. Raven's eyes followed the steak onto the plate as she began to almost drool.
“I'd also say, from the look on your face, that my dinner choice is also appreciated,” he teased as he piled some mashed potatoes onto the plate.
Raven blushed, moving to go fix her plate when a plate was set in front of her. Looking up at Johnny with astonishment, Raven found herself blushing. He was smiling at her crookedly as he sat in his seat. “I could have gotten it myself,” she whispered, avoiding his gaze as she stared down at her food.
“Yeah, but I figured I might as well bring it since I was heading this way anyway,” he chuckled, beginning to cut into the thick steak on his own plate.
Raven had just finished putting the last bit of steak into her mouth when a familiar ring tone began to come from her phone. Looking at Johnny apologetically, she flipped open the phone and hit the answer button. “Rrrraven,” came a hissed slur from the other end of the phone.
“Manson?” Raven asked, looking at the phone with a horrified look.
“What's wrong?” Johnny asked, shooting to his feet.
“He sounds drunk as a skunk,” Raven replied, placing the phone back against her head.
“Where are you Rrrraven? I can't find you,” he hissed, sounding like he was swaying on his feet.
“I'm staying somewhere else for the night. I told you that just a few hours ago,” Raven responded, worry beginning to lace into her voice.
“You're gone?! Wh-why?” came his voice, sounding lost and unsure. Suddenly it sounded like there was a struggle followed by muffled voices.
“Get the phone Ging!” came a male voice from far away.
“H-hello?” came a breathless male voice.
“Ginger?” Raven asked, more worry becoming apparent on her face.
“Raven?! John, he called Raven!” Ginger called to someone.
“Oh thank Christ! At least he didn't drunkenly call one of his exes,” came John's distant, strained voice. It sounded like he was struggling with something.
“Ginger, what's going on?” Raven asked, gripping her deep red phone tightly.
“Manson's really fucking drunk. I'm not even sure he's aware of what he's doing. John and I had just gone to check on him when we caught him going out the front door while on the phone,” Ginger responded, sounding distracted and worried.
“Oh fuck. Is he gonna be okay?” she asked, her hand tightening in the red plastic of her phone.
“Yeah, he'll be just fine. We just need to get him to bed,” the drummer replied, sounding tired.
“Call me if he gets worse,” Raven whispered into the phone closing her hazel eyes tightly.
Closing the phone gently, she opened her eyes to see Johnny looking at her with concern. “Manson's gotten himself really drunk,” she murmured, looking worried and aggravated at the same time.
“What would you say to a movie?” Johnny asked, deciding to change the subject for her.
“I would love to watch one,” she replied, relief evident in her voice.
Gently taking her arm in his hand, the actor gently led her to the living room. Once she was seated, he turned to his large DVD collection. “Any movie you have in mind?” he asked, perusing the covers.
“D-do you have “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas'?” she asked shyly, not quite daring to meet his gaze. Johnny smiled gently at her, pulling the Blu-ray case from his shelf.
“Of course,” he responded, bending down to put the disk in the player.
“Its one of my favorites,” she confessed shyly, watching as the movie started.
“Mine too,” he replied, sitting next to her. As he looked down at her, he found himself feeling oddly protective of the small female. Frowning slightly, he turned his attention back to the movie. No matter what happened, he couldn't allow himself to fall for Raven.
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