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

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Author’s Note: ‘The day science begins to study non-physical phenomena, it will make more progress in one decade than in all the previous centuries of its existence.’ - Nikola Tesla

Chapter Seven: First Fanboy

    The concert started out so normal that night. Manson seemed much more relaxed after their breakthrough and had even let up a bit on his more dominating behaviors on stage, to both her relief and disappointment. As they wound down on the final song of the night, an eager fan decided it would be a good idea to breach security and clamber onto the stage. In an attempt to protect Raven from the male, the season performer charged after him. Unfortunately, he was a distraction; another man coming up from behind the rockstar as he gave chase to the original stage crasher. Thankfully, she saw him coming and braced herself for the worst only to have the smiling guy stopping a few feet in front of her. “Hey, I don’t have much time but I wanted to tell ya you’re doing great! Ya ever wanna ditch girly boy and get with a real man, here’s my number,” the college age male declared, handing her a piece of paper as the band behind her dropped their instruments to come to her rescue.
    Barely restraining an urge to laugh, she took the scrap of paper with a bemused expression, seeing her fiance turning to come back to her out of the corner of her eye. He had obviously heard the commotion from the instruments dropping to the stage and immediately knew something was wrong. “Thanks for the thought but I’m already very happy. You better run now or your ass’ll belong to Pogo,” she advised, giggling slightly when he noticed the band as well as Manson closing distance quickly. Blowing her a cheeky kiss, the blonde ran off; hopping off the ledge and dodging around security expertly. The man was cute and had a confidence that would charm many but he was way off her radar.
    In seconds, the reason why was scooping her into his arms and carrying her off the stage bridal style; snarling at anyone who came too close. He carried her straight to the tour bus, taking her to their room and locking the door behind him. As soon as they were alone, the singer’s eyes were travelling over her to check for injury, going still when he spotted the piece of paper sticking out of her hand. “What’s that?” rasped the taller, still agitated performer, pointing to the scrap and taking note of how she started to shift uncomfortably.
    “The dork gave me his number. It means...,” she began before she was interrupted by a surprisingly rough kiss.
    He was fairly biting her lips, his energy screaming of possession and dominance. When he finally broke the liplock, the former artist was fairly panting as she held onto his shoulders to keep her feet. There had been no doubt about how he had felt about her in that kiss or in his mismatched eyes. It had been both protective and full of ownership, with just a hint of fear that she might actually leave. Leaning forward to nestle into his bare chest, she allowed her arms to drop to his waist as she gave him a hug. “As I was saying, it doesn’t mean a thing Mare. Do you really think I’d give up a relationship I had only dreamed of for some college fratboy?” she whispered, a faint hint of amusement to her voice. The notion made traitorous giggles bubble up in her chest and she barely managed to hold them back with sheer willpower alone.
    The low vocalization she got in response made her skin tingle and she felt a low coil of arousal wind itself around her womb. “The answer is no, sweetie. Even if I hadn’t been obsessed with you as a teenager, I wouldn’t leave you that easily after everything we’ve been through. I’m often far too loyal for my own good,” she assured, kissing above one of his pink nipples and shuddering slightly as his rough hands travelled her back. They stayed like that for what seemed like endless moments before he was steering her to the bed, sitting beside her as he seemed to mull something over in his head.
    “Is that the reason you stayed with the two assholes? How long were you with them for anyway? At what point was it enough for you to finally leave? What point would it take with me? Would you allow me to hurt you even though you could never deserve it? I know we’ve come close to permanently separating before but we’ve always come back together,” murmured the distraught rocker, avoiding her eyes as he clasped his hands in his lap.
    Heart dropping at what he was implying, Raven shot forward to grab his left hand and pull it to her; placing a kiss on the top of the appendage. “You aren’t like them. There have been a few times where you could have been but you weren’t. You came close to hitting me once and haven’t come close since. While you also almost had sex with me on stage and in front of a camera, you weren’t in your right state of mind. Let’s face it, when we started this thing we both had a lot of growing left to do as people,” she whispered, staring down at the scarred hand she held and admiring his black nail polish.
    “There’s still so much damage I could do even now. It would be such a simple thing for me to lose control. Its happened quite a few times already. All it would take is one time and I end up hitting you. If I ever lay a hand on you... Raven, if I ever start becoming actively abusive I expect you to leave me. I couldn’t... I couldn’t live with myself if...,” whispered the bony rocker, trying to pull away from her and finding her grip on him was iron tight.
    “Brian... If you were gonna start doing something like that you already would have. Instead you’ve been more concerned about making sure you don’t hurt me any further. People that tend to be abusive don’t do that. It’s about control, about making themselves feel better by hurting the ones that are weaker than them,” the former artist informed softly, not missing when her lover went stiff for a few moments.
    “You aren’t unfamiliar with abusive mentality either. I trust you and I doubt that’s going to change anytime soon. I just don’t believe you have it in you to be an abuser, even with your temper,” she continued, rubbing her thumb over the back of his hand in a soothing manner.
    “You didn’t see me at my true worst. The violence I’m capable of when my temper is in control... You’ve seen glimpses and I’m sure you’ve seen more than enough video to know I can get pretty scary,” replied the singer, still staring at the carpet despite her scooting closer to his side and snuggling up to him. Images of a mic stand hitting Ginger and knocking him off the platform flashed through his head, along with several sexual assaults he had committed against his own band members. It wouldn’t be that hard to imagine Raven in their places, the image disturbing him deeply.
    Just watching the emotions flash over his face, she knew what he was thinking about and kissed where his jaw met his neck to get his attention. When the distraught celebrity turned to look at her, she gave the end of his nose a kiss before smiling. “The very thought of hurting me repulses you, that’s the reason why I’m not too worried,” she whispered, smiling when he leaned into her in return.
    “Yeah, even if I just yell at you I feel like a piece of shit. If I ever actually hit you, I don’t think I could ever forgive myself,” he whispered, lifting the hand that held his to kiss her fingers.
    Comfortable silence seemed to pass between the pair as he gently tugged his hand free to wrap his arm around her back. “If that guy makes another run, I’ll give him something to think about,” rumbled the ‘Antichrist Superstar’, his words almost making her laugh. Knowing her fiance wouldn’t react well due to how uptight he was at the moment, she simply bit her lower lip and smiled.
    “You don’t have to do anything like that. He’s just some guy who wants to chase after the new talent before she gets too famous,” she teased, all humor fading when she saw the deathly serious glimmer in her lover’s heterochromic eyes. Then his body was covering hers and his lips were taking hers heatedly as he used one hand to pin both her wrists to the mattress.
    It was far too empty, too quiet but at least there were reminders of her everywhere. Even her dog stayed by his side, as if sensing the emptiness he felt. Or maybe it was because the canine missed her owner. Whatever the reason, Johnny was grateful for the warm, fuzzy presence in his lap. It had only been a few days but he found himself feeling more alone than he had ever been. His only saving grace was the fact he had a movie to act in. Once that was done, he had other projects to help keep him busy. Still, none of that helped the ache deep inside his heart every day she was gone. To tell the truth, he felt a bit pathetic for acting like a lovesick puppy but he honestly couldn’t help it.
    When she had left with the others, he had moved into Manson’s house temporarily just to have an environment that reminded him of her. It would have been funny if it wasn’t so sad. Scratching Lady’s ears, the thespian let out a slow sigh as he turned on the TV to distract himself from how quiet the house was. He even missed Amanda and her antics with either Manson or Pogo. A knock on the door jolted him out of his reverie and the star gently pushed the now growling mutt to the floor before getting up. Closing the distance in a few steps, he swung the door open to reveal a grinning Jonathan Davis. “Hey John-o. Heard Raves was on her first tour and figured you would need the company,” the jolly singer declared, his eyes glittering as the actor could only give him a stunned look.
    Lights flashed over pale skin as the last strings of a song poured from two pairs of black colored lips. Hazel eyes looked over the throng of people that were cheering, calling two names at once. For a second, the timid woman found herself in Manson’s place; holding complete sway over a of mob of people that would jump if she just said the simple word. It was heady and she could see herself getting used to this feeling fairly quickly, something that normally would have distressed her. Spreading out her arms, she allowed the cheers to wash over her; not noticing that Manson was stepping up beside her to lift his mic to his mouth. “Hey, all you paparazzi fucks out there! I got a fuckin’ story you’ll probably trip over yourselves to write. Raven and I are gonna get married this Halloween!” he announced, making the dark haired femme come back to herself with a slam.
    Gone was the stage persona that shielded her from her innate shyness and stage fright, leaving her raw as well as vulnerable in front of the rather impressive audience. Surely she hadn’t heard what she thought she had. Maybe he had said something else and her wishful thinking had made her hear wrong. These people already knew they were engaged but announcing their marriage date made it very real. Heart tripping behind her ribs, the sounds of the people watching faded away as her lover turned his focus to her and grabbed her hand to yank her hard against him. Then his lips were taking hers and she melted, his tongue pleading her for entry as every muscle inside her relaxed. When he broke the kiss, she found herself purring slightly before she remembered just where she was.
    Before she could get too flustered, Manson was leading her off to the side of the stage; a rather shocked Amanda there to greet them. “I’m sorry about announcing that without telling you. I want everyone to know you’re mine and we’re going to get married anyway,” the goth rocker explained, sounding anxious as Raven tried to gain her bearings. Unfortunately, that was also the moment the rest of the band showed their faces; each offering their own congratulations and making a huge cacophony of noise that made her head throb. Staring up at the group like a deer caught in the headlights, the nervous woman felt an extreme urge to flee.
    As if sensing her distress, Manson was there in seconds; taking her in his arms and glaring at the others until they went quiet. Then he was moving her to the bus, steering her to the couch and fixing her a small glass of Green Apple Pucker. As he handed her the glass of green fluid, the others came in; Pogo leading the charge like a bull in a china shop. This would have very likely started a huge fight if it hadn’t been for the quick intervention of Twiggy, the crossdressing male throwing himself between the keyboardist and lead singer. “Alright, lets sit down and relax for a bit. Look at Raven, she’s spooked as it is and doesn’t need anymore excitement,” he hissed, pointing to the pale, shaking female as she took a sip of the sour beverage she held.
    Thankfully that seemed to be enough and Pogo seemed apologetic as he moved around Manson to take a seat by her side. The singer went stiff for a few seconds before simply accepting these circumstances and taking his own seat on the other side of the midnight clad femme. Placing his left hand on her free right hand, the normally gruff singer gave his fiance a concerned glance. She was shaking like a leaf as she took another sip of alcohol, her hazel eyes wide and unseeing. He almost asked what was wrong when it hit him. “You’re afraid of your parents and exs,” he breathed, his skin going cold when she gave a slow nod.
    “They’re still around and, while they don’t know where I am now, it’ll only be a matter of time before they find out. With so much media focused on our wedding, it could very well lead them right to our door,” whispered a small voice, a full body shudder running through the sick looking twenty nine year old.
    Ginger and Jeordie moved forward as one, Amanda close behind as the kneeled on the floor in front of the rising star to look up at her with serious eyes. Even Gacy was pressing against her, his usual grin gone for a grim expression. “We’ll do everything we can to protect you. The police are also a phone call away. We could even teach you some form of self defense,” the mohawked keyboardist hissed, his earthy eyes glittering with protectiveness as the others nodded in unison. The ‘Antichrist Superstar’ on her other side let go of her hand to wrap his arm around her waist.
    “We could even teach you a weapon if you wanted. I know how to handle knives and Pogo, while insane, is very skilled with all kinds of firearms,” he assured with a soft rumble, allowing his lips to brush her ear.
    Leaning into him, Raven closed her verdant eyes and took in a deep breath before nodding. “That may be a good idea. No guns though, those things scare the piss outta me,” conceded the ex-freelancer as she smiled at the people surrounding her.
    “If you don’t mind, I’d like to change out of these clothes,” she murmured, moving to the back with a certain celebrity close behind her. As soon as they were gone, Amanda was pouncing on Pogo; to the bemusement of the others.
    Shaking his head, Tim moved to the front of the bus to start the oversized vehicle and get it moving. Ginger, on the other hand, was torn between just watching what happened or intervening. His wife currently had one of the more unpredictable band member under her, his t-shirt his a tight grip as she lowered herself so she was nose to nose with the man. In all honesty, she was just asking for the crazy man to do something and the drummer simply decided to wait. To his surprise, the curly haired writer moved first; licking his face in a long, slow swipe. The keyboardist could only blink in confusion before letting out a roar of laughter as he wrapped her in a tight hug. “Aw man, I knew there was a reason I liked ya! Ging, ya got yourself a keeper alright. Your guys’ kid is gonna grow up twisted as Hell,” cackled the leather clad man as he let the squirming woman go.
    Grimacing, the journalist rolled her green eyes before moving to the bar to get a glass of ice water. As much as she wanted alcohol at the moment, she resisted the urge for the sake of her developing child. “For once in your life Gacy, get serious. You guys all need to be on your toes now. You guys weren’t around during the peak of her problems with family and those assholes. You have no idea what they’re capable of, what they’ll do just to fuck with her. There’s a reason why she hadn’t talked to any of them for years,” she declared, trying to give the group a severe look but only succeeding in looking scared out of her mind. The smile immediately left the keyboardist’s face and he got to his feet slowly, keeping his brown eyes fixed on hers. Moving to his side, Ginger placed a hand on his left upper arm lightly just in case the other man was pissed. Thankfully, Pogo patted his hand in a condescending manner to show that was far from the case.
    “I may talk a lot of shit, but I won’t let any harm come to Raven,” he announced, his eyes moving back to his friend’s wife. When she gave a relieved smile, the insane light came back into his expressive orbs. Then he was rushing her with a cackle, pinning her against the bar as a grin curled his red painted lips.
    Raven had just pulled on her black jeans when she heard a loud thud and scuffling coming from the main area of the vehicle. Sighing, she moved to go back in there and stop whatever was going on when she was stopped by Manson grabbing her around her waist. “They’ll be fine for the moment. Right now, I want to talk to you. Are you going to be okay?” he husked, pulling her so her back was flush against his body.
    “Y-yeah. I mean, it took me off guard that you announced our date like that but I’m more worried about what will be waiting for me when we come home because of it,” she whispered, shuddering at the thought. A low rumble from behind her startled her at first, then she was relaxing as she felt lips land on her neck.
    “None of us will let anything happen to you and even when we can’t be there, we’ll make sure you can defend yourself,” whispered the singer, his hands holding her tightly around her lower stomach.
    “In fact, I would like to start teaching you how to handle a knife. I want you to be able to defend yourself the next time a stage rusher coordinates an attack. The next guy might not be as benevolent,” he continued, the soft raspiness to his voice causing skitters of lust to tickle beneath her skin.
    Then he was letting her go to move to the door, leaving her feeling a bit bereft. The smirk he gave her as he opened the entry was just enough to make her blush as well as feel slightly indignant. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing and she found herself wanting to chase after him to get a little payback. Shaking her head, she sighed before following him out into the main area of the bus. She didn’t make it too far before she ran into her lover’s back, making her look up in confusion. He almost seemed to be shielding her from whatever was going on ahead. Craning her head around his left side, she saw Ginger and Pogo engaged in a semi-serious wrestling match.
    While the drummer had a furious glare on his make-up coated face, the mohawked keyboardist he was trying and failing to pin was laughing like the loon he was. The normally placid bleach blonde looked about ready to punch his fellow bandmate’s lights out. Sighing, Raven tried to move around Manson; only to have him bar her way with his arm. Looking up at him with confusion, she blinked when he shook his head. “They’ll be fine. Right now, I don’t want you getting caught in the crossfire,” the rocker explained. Opening her mouth to argue, she stopped when she saw Amanda making a beeline for them.
    “He’s right. Right now, Pogo is just playing. Even if he wasn’t, neither of them would want us to get involved due to the high probability of us getting injured,” the journalist reasoned.
    Pursing her lips, Raven let out an irritated huff before rolling her eyes. “Alright, if you say so,” she conceded, a bit surprised when the celebrity in front of her ushered her friend behind him as well. From the expression on the writer’s face, she was surprised too.
    “I do, in fact I want you both to go to the room and stay there until I come get you,” whispered the singer, every line of his rail thin body tensed for a fight.
    Knowing better than to argue when he was in a state like this, the former artist moved to the room she shared with him; her childhood friend close on her heels. As soon as they were alone, Amanda was pouncing on her with a billion questions about the wedding announcement. By the time things were explained, all sound had ceased in the large vehicle. Just before they could discuss whether or not they should peek out, the door was opening for Manson to poke his head in. “Things should be fine now. Come on out,” he encouraged, pulling back to leave it up to them if they followed or not. Shrugging, the pair came out to find a rather amusing but unsurprising sight.
    Although both were a bit roughed up, the two men were cuddled on the couch laughing while nursing a drink as if nothing had happened between them at all At first, Raven felt a bit flabbergasted and so did Amanda from the looks of it. Then the long time companions simply sighed in unison and shook their heads before moving into the room. The journalist flopped in her husband’s lap while the rising singer took a seat on his right. That lasted about five seconds before she was being picked up by her fiance and set in his lap, his nose nudging the top of her head affectionately as his arms wrapped around her. “Care for a shot or five Ravey?” Pogo purred, smirking at her despite the glower his boss was giving him.
    “Sure, let’s have a party,” she replied with a grin, getting surprised glances from the group around her.
    “What? I’m not allowed to want to cut loose every once in a blue moon?” the black clad female asked, amused by their bewilderment.
    “I think you should do it more,” Gacy returned joyfully as he got up to get a drink for her. Amanda only sighed before nodding in agreement.
    “As much as I hate to agree with him on anything, Cuckoo is right. You’ve spent so much time feeling bad or just dealing with drama that it’s more than time for you to live a little. Though, I personally don’t think getting drunk is all that fun,” the writer urged, leaning into the musician holding her with a happy sigh.
    “I don’t either but we lack pot and when in Rome... I won’t drink enough to get a hangover though. Nothing worse than waking up to a splitting headache and vomiting,” Raven assured, taking the glass of Green Apple Pucker from the keyboardist.
    Downing the glass in one swallow, she shuddered and her mouth screwed into a grimace. “Yeugh, why does the afterbite to this have to be so harsh,” she complained, handing the glass back to Gacy as the warm tingle of alcohol filled her extremities. She had always been a bit of a lightweight and two drinks already had her very lightly buzzed. It would probably be only one or two more until she was entering drunkenness.
    “Let that sit for a bit hun, you’ve already had one and I know you have zero tolerance,” advised the rough voice of a man she had loved long before she had met him.
    Giggling as a general feeling of well-being began to fill her, Raven nodded before placing a kiss under his chin. An action that made the goth rocker go stiff briefly, a growl of possession quietly bubbling out of him as he tilted his head to capture her mouth. It was a quick but fierce kiss that made her head swim as he pulled back. With a gaze that said ‘later’, he smirked at her before sitting back and moving his gaze to Twiggy. The dress wearing guitarist gave him a grin, winking as a silent communication passed between them.
    Soon the entire group had a glass in their hands, Amanda’s holding Sprite rather than booze. Stories were swapped about early days in the band as well as various wardrobe ‘malfunctions’, one of them being Pogo running out on stage while buck naked. Another was about one time Manson had accidentally cum on stage, nearly making liquor come out of Raven’s nose due to how hard she was laughing. As the night wore on, the former freelancer cut herself off when her vision became a blur and she had the urge to just start talking and never stop. That was the point she knew she was drunk and was quite content to watch the others drink themselves silly. All in all, it was one of the most fun nights she had ever had.
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