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The Rose and Thorn	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 3180 -:- 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: ‘Huntin' humans ain't nothin' but nothin'. They all run like scared little rabbits.’ - Otis B. Driftwood (House of a Thousand Corpses)
Tainted Love (c) Soft Cell (cover (c) Marilyn Manson)
Another interesting fact! I absolutely love writing Pogo! He’s an absolute blast of a character.
Chapter Seven: Rubbing Rough Edges
    Standing outside the open door, Raven watched as Manson paced while cradling a very familiar looking canine plush. The realization that it was Kathy hit her like a punch in the gut and her feet moved her into the room before she had any say about it. Her traitorous arms even closed the door behind her, drawing his attention to her. At first, when his mismatched eyes fixed on her, she found herself frozen to the spot as her heart halted in her chest. Fear and happiness fought for top spot within the small woman as silence stretched between the pair.
    Once the initial shock of her arrival faded, the rock star’s face went through a wide gamut of emotions. It started with disbelief, changed to a stunned happiness, morphed to a heartbreaking sadness and finally ended with the seething rage she had secretly feared would rear its ugly head. “Manson, I...,” she began, suddenly wondering why the fuck she was even in this room right now. Had she honestly thought she would be able to comfort him?! All her presence was doing was causing him pain, something she had wanted to avoid.
    “What the fuck are you doing here?” he snarled, tossing Kathy gently onto the couch next to him. The tone of his voice let her know he didn’t just mean her presence in the room. Swallowing the thick fear that made her heart race and limbs tingle, Raven forced her eyes to meet his.
    “Jonathan invited me to come on tour with him. Seemed like a better alternative than being at home with the paparazzi outside my door,” she replied, not going into full detail about her current woes. She knew Manson avoided the tabloids, so it was extremely unlikely he would have seen anything about her singing onstage for Davis and it launching a nationwide search for her.
    “Why the fuck were ya kissing him? Was I that easy to get over?” the fuming performer hissed, pain embedded within his rage. Flinching but keeping her gaze locked with his, Raven stood her ground.
    “He kissed me for good luck before his performance. For fuck’s sake, I don’t think I could manage to have another relationship after you,” she replied, her confession slipping past her lips before she could get a tight rein on it. Clapping a hand over her mouth, the now petrified woman wished desperately that she could rewind and simply force herself to not come back here.
    Her unintended words caused the singer to sway in place as a look of pained relief and hope briefly crossed his make-up coated face. As soon his eyes opened, his mask of fury slammed back into place; a sneer curling his black lips. “What the fuck do I care? You can go fuck the Pope for all I care,” he hissed, his venomous words causing a shock of pain to jolt through her heart.
    “I see you got Kathy. I’m glad she’s safe. Look, I don’t even know why I thought coming back here was a good idea. I’m just going to leave,” Raven replied, doing her best to swallow the oncoming tears. Just before she turned to head to the door, the distraught female could have sworn she saw guilt briefly replace the seething anger on her ex’s face. Deciding it was a trick of her eyes, the black clad woman chose the ignore it and strode quickly to the door. Just as her palm met the cool metal of the doorknob, she felt a firm grip on her shoulder.
    Taking a deep breath as her heart nearly stopped in her chest, Raven closed her eyes tightly as she desperately hoped he would just release her. Instead, the hand only tightened and she turned her head to see Manson standing far too close to her. Turning with a gasp, she pressed against the wood of the door in a vain effort to put some distance between them. That was when she saw the strained, almost lost look on his painted visage. Just seeing him with that expression caused her heart to clamp in a vise and it took everything within her to resist the sudden, terrible urge to hug him. Then, just as suddenly, the super star was releasing her and taking several steps back; a muscle ticking in his cheek as a tortured expression appeared on his face.
    Watching him with a confused gaze, Raven decided to try to leave again. If he stopped her, she would stay to see if he wanted something. Fumbling behind her for the doorknob, she gave the ‘Antichrist Superstar’ a weak smile. “Was there a reason you stopped me? If not, I’m just gonna go. Staying is doing neither of us any good,” she tried to reason, feeling reluctant to leave despite the danger of the situation. Although Manson hadn’t hit her once during their time together, he had come very close far too often.
    At her declaration, he made a move to try to reach out to her but stopped himself. The look on his decorated face was a mixture of exasperation with himself and desperation. Before she could begin to ask, he began to speak. “Don’t... not, not yet,” he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper; making Raven strain to hear him. Her heart thudded hard at his quiet request and she felt the urge to simply throw her good intentions to the wind to rekindle their relationship. Shoving that urge into a metal lockbox in the back of her mind, the pale female gathered her scant courage to form a response.
    “Marilyn...,” she began.
    “I’ve missed you Raven. I’ve missed you so fucking much. Just, just being near you makes me feel better and worse at the same time. You have no idea just how much I want to gather you into a hug right now,” he interrupted, keeping his head turned to the side as he stared off into the distance. It looked like it hurt him deeply just to utter those words but Raven found her heart soaring from them just the same.
    She felt a guilty exhilaration at the fact that he was pining for her just as much but deep down she knew he was much better off. He could find someone that didn’t have the amount of baggage she did, someone that could give him the physical relationship he so desperately needed. She once again opened her mouth to reply, only to find his lipstick coated lips suddenly crashing down on hers. The tall male had closed the distance scarily fast, his mouth meeting hers with a startling ferocity. His tongue practically forced its way into her mouth while his arms wrapped tightly around the smaller female. A few seconds into the assault and she melted, responding back with fervor as her arms wrapped tentatively around his neck.
    As suddenly as it started, he was breaking the kiss; his hands twitching fitfully on her back. “My life has been Hell without you Raven. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. I can’t stop fucking thinking of you!” he bit out, sounding on the verge of tears as he stared down at her. Seeing his agony, words crowded behind her lips and she nearly bit through her lower lip to keep them from spilling out. She longed to tell him she missed him too. She longed to tell him she felt as if she was half a person without him. She longed to tell him life had lost any luster for her since the break up but she couldn’t. As true as they were, all it would serve in doing is destroying all of her intentions.
    As much as she desperately ached to just let go of everything and try again, she felt she was poison for the man holding her. As good as it felt to be in his arms, to be loved by him; she had only brought him more anguish. Her own body issues had obviously caused something within him to break, making him lash out at those he cared about. For his own good, Raven couldn’t allow herself to put him through that anymore. “You have no idea the wonders just taking in your scent is doing for me. Since you’ve left, I felt as if a part of myself was missing. I know this is awkward but... just... just let me hold you for a little bit longer,” pleaded the broken sounding man as he burrowed his nose in her hair.
    Her heart screamed at her to just give it up, to just give in to what they both obviously wanted but she refused to be that selfish. Yet, hearing Manson so broken, Raven couldn’t stop herself from moving the arms around his neck to wrap around his back and resting her cheek against the cool, scarred skin of the singer’s chest. “I’m sorry, for everything. I should have had better control over myself. I shouldn’t have let my own bullshit cause me to act out. You didn’t deserve any of how I treated you,” he sighed, his hands flexing on the small of her back as he held her tight against him. It was almost as if the rock star was afraid she would simply evaporate. This, combined with what he had just said, crumbled away at her shaky resolve.
    His words both made her happy but miserable at the same time. He wasn’t making it easy on her to rationalize that what she was doing was for the best. Taking a deep breath, Raven fought against herself as she looked up at her ex’s guilt ridden face. To her shock, tears were streaking black mascara down his white coated cheeks. The normally explosive, uncaring rock star looked like a broken shadow of himself. Licking her dry lips, the shaken, miserable woman opened her mouth to respond, only to be interrupted by the door to the room flying open to reveal a concerned looking Ginger and Amanda.
    As soon as the door opened, Manson was dropping her like a hot potato; a hateful mask slamming over his face. “Raven! Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Jonathan very nearly refused to go onstage to come after you! It took Ginger and I promising him that we would go to make him continue with the concert,” Amanda exclaimed, rushing into the room and gathering her long time friend into a tight hug. Blinking in bewilderment, Raven found her gaze traveling back to Manson. His face was now a cold expression of rage and utter hatred, causing her heart to plummet to the bottom of her shoes. Swallowing her pain, the distraught female forced a reassuring smile onto her too pale, strained face and returned her roomie’s tight hug.
    “I’m fine Mandy, Manson didn’t even raise his voice to me,” Raven reassured, inwardly hoping her smile wasn’t showing just how close to tears she was. She wasn’t surprised by Manson’s behavior and she should be happy that he was pushing her away. Yet it still felt like her heart was breaking in half. Just moments before, the proud male had been apologizing to her wholeheartedly; now he was acting as if she was worse than the dirt on his platforms. All of a sudden she felt very weary.
    “Come on, let’s get you back out there. Jonathan was nearly beside himself when we went to find you and being around him can’t be any good for you,” the brown haired female hissed, leading the taller woman out by her arm gently. Looking back one more time before she exited the room, Raven could have sworn Manson looked like he wanted to stop her for a split second. Then a look of utter contempt came over his face and she could no longer bear to look at him. Barely able to keep her bitter tears back, the shaking woman fled from the room ahead of her friend; with Amanda close on her heels.
    Left alone with the glaring performer, Ginger’s expression changed between exasperated and pissed. Heaving a ragged sigh, the drummer pinched the bridge of his nose. “What did you do?” the blonde breathed, releasing his nose and giving his boss a tired glare.
    “Nothing. She was telling the truth when she said I didn’t even raise my voice,” Manson replied, all the anger in his body leaving him and causing his tall, thin body to slump slightly. The stricken look on the singer’s face gave the other man pause and he found his impatience leaving for sympathy as well as a bit of confusion.
    “Then why the Hell did she look like you had ripped her heart out of her chest when she was walking out of here?” Ginger asked, his posture getting a lot less defensive as he watched his friend and often times assaulter.
    “I... I apologized to her for everything and was very close to getting on my knees to beg her to take me back when you guys came bursting in. When you two came in, I went back to my... usual defense,” the performer replied, sighing as he ran a black nailed hand through his shoulder length hair.
    “Marilyn,” Ginger groaned, coming very close to facepalming as his frustration came back full force. If he was guessing right, Manson had switched from being sincere and open to being closed off and furious. Raven had to be extremely hurt and confused right now.
    Amanda led her up to the side of the stage, stopping to hop up and down and wave her arms over her head to get the attention of the man in the middle of the platform. Jonathan, who was in the middle of a song, turned his head slightly as he saw the movement. Once his eyes landed on the overly pale looking Raven, the metal singer was walking towards her; still singing into the mic as he moved. The strained looking woman gave him a faint look of reassurance but that wasn’t nearly enough for him. Yet, despite looking like he wanted very much like he wanted to drag her out with him, he merely gave her a once over before moving back to the center. Breathing a small sigh of relief, the weary, overwrought female leaned against her roomie as she watched him perform.
    As soon as the song ended, he was striding back towards her with purpose in his dark eyes; essentially making her relief of earlier disappear instantly. Meeping slightly, Raven hid behind her childhood friend. “Hey!” Amanda protested playfully, grinning back at her mischievously. Then the traitorous wench was grabbing her and shoving her into Davis’ arms. As soon as their bodies met, the dreadlocked male dragged her onto the stage with him. At first Raven did everything she could to fight it, digging the heels of her platforms into the slick, wooden surface; then Jonathan was pulling her into a tight hug.
    “You don’t have to sing, I just don’t want you out of my sight right now,” he breathed in her ear before he released her. Then he was pulling her to the center of the stage. Without so much as acknowledging her to the audience, which the shy female appreciated, the rock star launched into his next song.
    As the strains of the final song petered out, Raven clapped along with the crowd. Despite being in front of a packed house, she had become merely part of the stage scenery and was largely ignored. Thankful for that turn of events, the pale female grinned at Davis as he turned back to her and pulled her against his side. “You okay?” he husked in her ear, his voice rough from a night of hard singing.
    “Yeah,” she sighed, giving him a weak smile, “You did great tonight.” Then she was giving him a light hug before making her way off stage. She only got a few steps before she saw Manson and his band standing there. The imposing singer still looked as bitter as before but his hands fidgeted at his side, as if he was fighting with himself. All of a sudden she wanted to run and even started to back up, stopping when she hit a solid wall of person behind her.
    Before she even knew what was happening, she was yanked by her shoulders and pulled behind Jonathan’s back. Peeping around his left side and looking up, Raven saw a deadly look in the singer’s almost black eyes; a muscle ticking gently in his cheek. A low, dangerous growl drew her attention back to Manson and she saw an absolutely terrifying look on her ex’s painted face. The ‘Antichrist Superstar’ was more pissed than she had ever seen him, in fact she was secretly surprised there wasn’t steam coming out of his ears.
    For a few tense moments, it looked like the rock star was going to launch himself at the metal star. Yet, after what felt like an eternity, it became clear that neither was going to be the aggressor. “Nice show Davis,” Manson bit out, sounding as if he was spitting the words.
    “Good luck with yours Manson,” Jonathan growled before grabbing Raven by the arm and leading her firmly past the shaking male. For some reason, seeing that bothered the pale female and she stopped; causing Davis to stop and look back at her in confusion.
    Nibbling her lower lip, Raven came to a quick decision and dashed forward to give the bone thin male a tight hug. “You’ll do great,” she whispered, not looking at him for fear of his reaction. Then she made to dash away, only to be stopped by a pair of arms wrapping around her. Gasping in surprise, the black clad female looked up at the performer holding her. Manson glowered down at her, fury written in every line of his face and causing a sickening wave of fear to wash through her. Slowly, the celebrity lowered his face to her ear; his hot breath tickling the sensitive appendage.
    “Stay for the show,” he whispered, his voice soft and apologetic; a sharp contrast to how angry he seemed. Then he was releasing her, storming onto the stage with three of his band following close behind. Ginger only stayed behind long enough to give Amanda a farewell peck on the lips before he dashed out after them.
    “Let’s get you on the bus,” came a baritone whisper by her ear as a gentle hand came to rest on her shoulder. Turning her head to look at the mustached man, Raven only gave him a small smile.
    “No, I want to stay for the show,” she replied, her heart an aching sore in her chest as she turned her gaze to watch Manson and his band set up and sound test the equipment.
    “Why the fuck would you want to do that?” Amanda sighed, sounding shocked.
    “We’re going to stay with you,” Davis stated as his band returned to the bus.
    “You guys act like he’s some sort of monster! Just... just go back to the bus. I’ll be fine by myself,” Raven snarled, getting fed up with just how Amanda and Jonathan acted about her being around Manson. He had said and done a few things to hurt her feelings and had come close to hitting her but the important thing was that he hadn’t. Besides, he had asked her to stay for a reason and she was determined to find out what it was.
    As the band finished setting up, Manson’s gaze shifted to the side of the stage; causing Raven to jolt slightly. “After what he did to you, I’d say he’s more than a monster,” Amanda hissed, earning a confused look from Jonathan. The metal star knew the gist of what had happened but not a lot of the details and he found himself wondering what his fellow musician had done.
    “I don’t want to fucking hear it Mandy! How would you know what it’s like to deal with the shit going on in his head? No one fucking does but him so before you judge so freely, why don’t you just stop to think about that,” Raven snarled, turning to glare at the pair behind her with barely contained rage. To her inner satisfaction, they both backed up and looked a mixture of ashamed and worried.
    “Just go back to the fucking bus. I really don’t want to be around either of you right now. I’ll be okay, I promise,” she assured, heaving an exasperated sigh as she turned her gaze back to the stage.
    Manson was still staring at her, a heavy scowl on his made-up face. Then he was motioning to the band as Amanda and Jonathan slowly retreated. “What the fuck did he do to her?” the dreadlocked male hissed into the female’s ear as they walked, earning an angry grimace.
    “That’s something you’re going to have to ask her. As much as I would like to tell you, it’s really her story to share,” the curly haired woman replied, sounding apologetic as well as pissed. Davis only nodded reluctantly, his earthy gaze traveling back to the stage they were leaving behind. Would Raven really be okay with the volatile superstar? All he knew was that if Manson dared to hurt her, the man would feel a wrath unlike any other.
    The imposing singer kept his gaze locked on the female at the side of the stage, as if wanting to make sure she didn’t disappear. Then the first strains of a song began and he tightened his hold on his microphone as he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Sometimes I feel I’ve got to...,” he began, his voice full of pain and heartbreak before he paused for a music cue.
    “Run away, I’ve got to...,” the singer continued, sounding almost on the verge of tears as he once again stopped for the keyboard cue.
    “Get away from the pain you drive into the heart of me,” Manson sighed, his gaze shifting to Raven to gauge her reaction. The pale woman swayed on her feet as tears began to fill her eyes from what the singer seemed to be telling her.
    “The love we share seems to go nowhere,” he growled through gritted teeth as his eyes slipped closed.
    “I’ve lost my lights,” he breathed, sounding very lost and alone as his gaze once again shifted to her meaningfully.
    “I toss and turn, I can’t sleep at night!” the rock star belted into the mic, his voice raw with emotion. An emotion that pierced through Raven’s aching heart like a heated sword through butter.
    “Once I ran to you, I ran. Now I’ll run from you,” he continued, his voice full of pain as he stalked towards the lip of the stage.
    “This tainted love you’ve given, I give you all a boy can give you,” he growled into the mic, sounding frustrated as well as on the verge of tears. Raven’s heart clenched in her chest as tears began to roll down her cheeks. Hearing the pain she had put him through was utterly devastating.
    “Take my tears and that’s not nearly all! Tainted love. Ooo Ooo Ooo, tainted love,” he sighed, shoving himself away from the edge and beating himself in the chest.
    “Now I know I’ve got to...,” Manson began, waiting for Pogo’s cue before continuing.
    “Run away, I’ve got to...,” the singer sighed, beginning to pace as he waited for another keyboard cue.
    “Get away,” he growled through gritted teeth as his gaze shifted to the distraught female hiding on the side of the stage. Raven only jolted in place, a hand coming up to rest over her racing heart.
    “You don’t really want anymore from me,” he breathed, his voice wavering slightly as his eyes stayed locked on hers.
    “To make things right, you need someone to hold you tight,” the performer breathed, an ache in his voice that just sounded plain lost. It was almost as if he was saying he knew Raven would move on eventually and the thought tore him apart.
    “You think love is to pray. I’m sorry I don’t pray that way!” Manson belted, very nearly throwing his voice out from how loud he screamed. It was was pure torture to hear someone she loves in so much pain because of her actions.
    “Once I ran to you, I ran. Now I’ll run from you,” he sighed, his hand shaking slightly as he took a deep breath to continue.
    “This tainted love you’ve given. I give you all a boy could give you,” the distraught male gasped, stray tears streaking mascara down his painted cheeks. At the sight of them, Raven gasped and very nearly ran out to him. Each clear droplet that rolled down his skin was like knife twist in her heart and she began to cry unconsciously from the wrenching pain in her chest.
    “Take my tears and that’s not nearly all! Tainted love. Ooo Ooo Ooo, tainted love,” he snarled from between his teeth before grabbing ahold of John 5 and grinding against the unphased male. This had happened a lot and the two members on the floor were quite used to it by now, learning to play through the assault
    “Don’t touch me please, I cannot stand the way you teeeaaaaase,” Manson screamed into the microphone, shoving himself away from the guitarist and moving back to the center of the stage at an aggressively fast clip.
    “I love you though you hurt me so,” he growled into the mic, locking eyes with Raven as he sang.
    “Now I’m gonna pack my things and goooo,” the rock star screamed, not taking his eyes off the now sobbing female.
    “Touch me baby, tainted love. Touch me baby, tainted love. Touch me baby, tainted love,” the singer belted, reaching up to give his hair a tug as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes. Raven only stood and watched, silently sobbing to herself. All this song was doing was confirming the correctness of her actions to her. He may be saying that she hurt him by leaving but she took it to mean that she had hurt him and she was no good for him.
    “Once I ran to you, I ran. Now I’ll run from you!” the performer bellowed, keeping his eyes shut as his tears continued to flow freely. Then he was charging to the edge of the platform and leaning over the huge crowd.
    “This tainted love you’ve given. I give you all a boy can give you,” he screamed, tugging on his hair occasionally; as if trying to ease his inner turmoil with outward pain.
    “Take my tears and that’s not nearly all! Tainted love. Ooo Ooo Ooo, tainted love. Ooo Ooo Ooo, tainted lo-uh-ve,” he finished, sighing out the last lines before shoving himself back. Then he was dropping the mic to the polished, black surface of the stage and stalking towards Raven at a disturbingly fast pace. Biting her lower lip, the still sobbing female braced herself for his righteous anger. In her mind, he had every right to beat the piss out of her for what she had seemingly put him through. His song spoke of so much pain, pain she had no doubt had a hand in.
    The much taller man stomped up to her with a heavy glare on his face and it was all she could do to meet his eyes. It was the least she felt she could do. Instead of screaming at her like she thought he would, the rock star pulled her into a searing, possessive kiss. Raven froze at first, unsure of how to react. Then she was relaxing into his tight embrace, tentatively placing her hands on his bony, bare chest. Yet, as suddenly as it started, the rock star was breaking the kiss and shoving her away roughly. Looking up at him with pain and confusion in her hazel eyes, the black clad female saw he looked like he was once again struggling with himself.
    With a harsh, frustrated snarl, the ‘Antichrist Superstar’ stormed back onto the stage to pick up his dropped sound device. He didn’t see the stricken look on his ex’s face. Tears clogged her throat and her heart burned and twisted within her chest. Then she was running to the tour bus, ignoring everyone on the vehicle and running to the back room; locking herself in. Plopping onto Davis’ bed, the shaking, overwrought woman began to sob. She sobbed for her hurt feelings, she sobbed for the guilt she felt but most of all, she wept for Manson.
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