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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.

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Author's Note: Sorry for the delay on this chapter. I had an incident with Open Office eating the original document. Four unuploaded pages were lost, much to my extreme displeasure. Lucky for me I had already updated all the chapters on Adult Fanfiction with all my various corrections so at least there's that. Onwards!
Chapter Nine: The Path of Misery
While Manson was busy downstairs, Raven had snuck Kathy into the singer's black duffel. Manson had wanted to wait until midnight to leave but, with everything that he had done to the house, Raven had decided it was best if he left before Amanda came home. “Keep him safe for me,” she whispered to the plush dog before she stuffed it lovingly under a pile of shirts. Then she turned and went to the stairs to assess the damage downstairs. To her surprise, when she got to the stairs she saw the various band members running back and forth while picking up debris.
“What's going on down here?” the black haired woman asked, quirking a brow as she came down the stairs. Ginger, who had been relegated to holding the animals, stood in an awkward squat while holding Lady's collar with one hand. In the other hand was Mystery who seemed to be doing her level best to tear the drummer's arm off. The bleach blonde's head shot up at the sound of her voice, a look of immense relief appearing on his acne scarred face.
“Manson ordered us to pick up the mess and get ready to go. I was told to make sure the animals didn't run off while the front door was open,” Ginger replied with a strained look.
With a small grin, Raven whistled softly and patted her black jeans covered leg. Wuffing in response, Lady yanked free of Ginger's hold and ran to Raven's side. The black mutt sniffed at a blood covered jeans leg before look up at her master with dim concern. “I'm okay Lady. Go to bed,” Raven urged, pointing upstairs. With an almost grateful look, the fluffy canine ran up the stairs and hid under Raven's bed.
Raven then gently grabbed the overweight black cat from the relieved Ginger and carried the cat up to Amanda's room. Once she had shut both the bedrooms, Raven headed back downstairs. Looking around, she noticed that two member's were gone. “Where's Manson and Tim?” she asked Ginger, who was now beginning to pick up some of the wood splinters on the floor.
“Oh, Manson is upstairs getting ready. He sent Tim off to trade his rental car for the tour bus. He should be back any time now. He also arranged for someone to come fix the house as well as an extended stay hotel. The limo will be here to pick you up at 7,” Ginger responded, carrying an armful of debris out the open front door.
“L-limo?!” Mandy and I have our own cars! I don't think this is nec...,” Raven began to protest, only to interrupted by Ginger.
“Just go with it. It'll be easier for everyone,” he responded, leaving before she had a chance to ask anymore questions.
Raven and the three members of the band finally managed to pick up all the debris after a half hour. Now the three members were busy moving all of the equipment from the upstairs to the front lawn. Raven had offered to help them but had been rebuffed severely by John. “Raven, when he comes back downstairs he won't be the person you've known for these past few days. He's going to be a lot more violent,” the guitarist warned, grabbing her arm gently.
“Well I kinda expected that. I've seen video of him on stage and he's a lot different off stage. I fail to see what that has to do with me helping you,” the black haired female responded, giving him a semi-impatient look.
“He'll have all of our heads if he sees you helping us, even if you offered. He enters this sort of... alpha male mode. Just, let us do it; it'll be better for everyone involved,” the bleach blonde responded before rushing off to grab a few guitars from upstairs.
“That's almost what Ginger said,” she murmured to herself. Her hazel eyes flicked upstairs with a worried glance. Would he really be that unpredictable?
After everything had been moved outside Tim had pulled up with the tour bus. The three remaining band members lined up to say goodbye, Ginger being the first one in line. The drummer began to step forward with a gentle smile on his face when Pogo shoved him out of the way. The two band mates glared daggers at each other for a few moments while the mohawked man moved toward Raven. Turning his insane gaze back to the black haired woman, a perverted smile curled the keyboardist's lips. The shy ones were just so much fun to tease.
Not liking the way the keyboardist was leering at her, Raven had to fight the urge to run away. From what she had seen of Pogo, he was unpredictable at best and she wasn't sure if she could trust him. Pogo stopped mere inches from her, smiling down at her in a not too sane way. Then, with no warning, he grabbed her in his arms and lowered his face to hers, his lips a hair away from touching hers. “Pogo!” Ginger yelled in a warning tone, which was summarily ignored by the keyboardist.
Raven desperately tried to put some distance between her and Pogo, flusterment and shock coursing through her at the same time. All she managed to do in all her struggling was put both her hands on his black jacket covered chest. Pogo only chuckled at her fruitless struggles, tightening his hold on her slightly. “You know, you're so adorable when flustered,” he purred softly, his eyes dancing with a mad glee.
“Madonna Wayne Gacy!” came a furious male voice from the stairs. With a not too sane giggle, Pogo turned his head to look at the source of the voice.
There, at the top of the stairs and in full stage gear, stood an extremely pissed off Manson. “Let. Her. Go,” he bit out, enunciating each word clearly as he glowered down at Pogo. The keyboardist immediately released her, running out the door with a crazed giggle. Then, looking very much like a predator approaching its prey, Manson prowled down the stairs. His cold, mismatched eyes rested angrily on the two members of his band that were left inside.
“As for you two, get outside,” he hissed, stopping in front of them and glaring down at the two men.
John and Ginger exchanged nervous looks before looking back up at the furious performer. Every line in his body fairly screamed of authority as he glowered down at them. “You heard me! Get the fuck out there!” he roared, tightening his bandaged hands into fists.
They retreated so fast that Raven could have sworn she saw smoke. Turning her head to watch their retreat, she turned back to face Manson only to be greeted with his corset wearing torso mere inches from her face. Craning her head up, she looked into the intensely furious eyes of the rock star before she was grabbed in a rough embrace and kissed harder than she had ever been in her life.
Manson's lips crashed into hers as he nipped at her lips to get her to open them. When she finally opened with a small gasp, his tongue plunged into her mouth and aggressively battled hers while he held her tightly against him. After a few minutes he broke the kiss with a breathless, ragged growl, resting his painted forehead against hers.
Raven was grateful for the fact that he was holding her so tightly, if he hadn't been she was sure she would have gone to her knees. That kiss had been unlike anything she had ever felt. In fact it was more like staking a claim than a kiss. Looking up into his mismatched eyes, she found her suspicions confirmed. His blueish white and brown eyes gleamed with a mixture of rage, lust and what she could only call ownership.
Suddenly she found herself being yanked outside, stumbling over herself in her struggle to keep up with the much taller rock star. Johnny, who had been standing outside and chatting with Ginger, turned to look at the pair with concern. The dark haired actor made a move to intervene when Raven shook her head. She knew that if Johnny came anywhere near right now it would only further enrage the singer. Manson turning his head to snarl at the actor only served to confirm her suspicions. Johnny gave her a brief look of concern before nodding. He would stay back but he would watch the situation closely
Manson came to a sudden stop in front of the big, black tour bus, nearly causing her to crash into him. He glared at the large vehicle before letting out a loud whistle. Three band members came running out, lining up along the side as Ginger ran to join them. Once they were all looking at Manson raptly, the performer pulled Raven in front of him so her back was against his chest. Yanking her head to the side so she was facing him, he captured her lips in another possessing kiss.
Raven's hazel eyes fluttered shut as Manson's tongue fairly plundered her mouth. She moaned softly into his mouth, leaning back into him for support. Then, as suddenly as he started the kiss, he broke it to shoot a heated glare at his band mates. “M-marilyn?” she gasped out in an uncertain voice, her knees still weak from the heated kiss.
“She's mine, you hear? None of you are to do anything sexual to her or even kiss her,” he hissed, tightening his hold on her thin waist.
Raven reached up, gently cupping a make-up covered cheek. “Manson, I don't think this is really necessary,” she whispered softly, trying to make him look at her by pushing gently on his face.
“I think it is. You belong to me and won't have any of them thinking that you're a 'free lunch',” he snarled, looking down at her with rage filled eyes.
“None of us would do anything to Raven,” Ginger responded softly, only to be contradicted by Pogo's derisive snort. Manson growled low in his throat, his gaze shooting to the keyboardist.
“Pogo, I know you like being an antagonistic asshole but for right now can you cut it out? All you're doing is riling him up. You and I both know you don't have any actual interest in me,” Raven requested, pinching the bridge of her nose in irritation.
When she looked up all of the band was looking at her with a mixture of shock and awe. Even Manson's stage persona had slipped a bit to reveal his astonishment. “What? I could tell just by the way he was looking at me that it was all a game to him,” she quipped, a small smile of amusement appearing on her face at his look of surprise. Turning in his slightly loosened arms, Raven gently cupped his face in both her hands to ensure she had his full attention. “I know you don't like your real name but allow me its use just this once,” she requested quietly, her hazel eyes locked on his mismatched ones.
“Just this once,” Manson replied, barely audible as his eyes closed.
Raven waited until his eyes opened and met hers until she continued. “Brian Hugh Warner, Marilyn Manson, whoever you choose to be at any time, I love you. Even if this whole thing goes horribly, you will have my heart until the day I die. No one else even has a chance for your place in my heart,” she assured loud enough for everyone in the yard to hear her. She left out the part that she had tried and failed for years to have a relationship before she met him. That information could wait for another time.
Manson's tattooed arms tightened around her as he gave her a gentle, loving kiss. Raven's pale arms wrapped around his equally pale neck as she responded to his kiss with vigor. Giving his lips a gentle lick, the black haired female broke the kiss with a small grin. The singer closed his mismatched eyes before giving her lips a soft brush. “I'm going to miss you Raven,” he whispered. Then he released her and stormed into the huge bus.
Raven was upstairs packing, having already gotten the animals into their crates. Johnny had long since gone on her insistence. She hadn't wanted him around when the bomb went off. “What the fuck happened to the house?!” came a familiar female screech from downstairs. With a small wince, Raven gathered her courage and headed downstairs. This wasn't going to be a fun one to explain to her friend.
Amanda was standing in the kitchen, looking at the empty walls where the cabinets had been when Raven came down. The statues had long since been brought in from the yard and set safely in the living room but Raven doubted that was any solace. The curly brown haired woman whirled around, her green eyes flickering with immense anger.
“What the fuck happened Raven?!” Amanda asked in a strained voice, looking like she was doing everything she could to hold back her rage.
“Erm, that's a very long story Mandy. Let's go to the living room,” Raven urged, leading her friend into the living room and sitting down in one of the armchairs. Once Amanda had been seated, Raven launched into the story.
After Raven finished, Amanda heaved a defeated sigh as she looked up at her friend with loving exasperation. “Why couldn't you have fallen for a nice, normal guy?” she asked in playful frustration.
“I'm sorry,” the black haired female whispered, looking down at her platforms. She felt extremely bad for involving her childhood friend in all of this. If it wasn't for her, Amanda would probably be living a fairly normal life right now.
“No, hey! I was joking! Despite everything I'm actually really happy that you're happy. I haven't seen you this happy in years,” the other female assured, grasping Raven's left hand in both of hers.
“Well I'm still sorry. I've turned your life completely upside down,” Raven murmured, not looking her friend in the eyes.
“Hey, I always said I wanted some excitement around here. I certainly got my wish,” Amanda quipped with a grin.
Finally Raven let out a chuckle, placing her right hand over Amanda's as she looked up. “I guess we both got a wish granted in a way. Though I never imagined anything like this. God I'm not looking forward to when someone recognizes me from the tabloids,” the black clad female grumbled, releasing Amanda's hand to run her hand through her black locks. Amanda chuckled in response, tightening her grip on her friend's hands slightly.
A gentle knock broke the silence and Raven got to her feet, going to the door. She opened the door to reveal a tall man dressed in a tuxedo who smiled down at her politely. His short, black, slicked back hair caught the light as he removed his cap and gave a small bow. “Are you Raven?” he asked in a medium tone voice.
“Oh, er, yeah! Just give us a few seconds to get our stuff,” Raven replied, a light blush coloring her cheeks as she took the man in. His gray-blue eyes shined with amusement as he straightened and moved inside.
“No need, just point the way and I will fetch them,” he responded, keeping his eyes focused on her.
A small gasp drew her attention to Amanda who was standing at the mouth of the living room. A light blush colored her cheeks as she looked over the limo driver. It was fairly clear she approved of the guy as well. “Th-they're upstairs in my room. The door at the top of the stairs,” Raven stammered, pointing at the stairs with a shaky finger. The driver bowed slightly to them both before going up the stairs at a fast clip. As soon as the man was gone, Amanda had turned to Raven with an awed look. Raven only rolled her eyes and chuckled. She knew her friend would want to gab over the guy later.
The hotel was absolutely huge and looked very familiar to Raven. As she looked at the dangling chandeliers more closely, Amanda was looking around with her mouth hanging open in awe. “Holy shit, I wonder what our rooms look like,” the curly haired female whispered to her friend. Their awe was broken by a forlorn whimper and angry meow from within the pet crates.
Raven looked to see their driver still holding their luggage with a pleasant grin on his face. “You know, we probably have those from here,” she suggested meekly. Why did this guy have to be so handsome? Where were all these gorgeous people when she had been in highschool? It didn't seem fair.
“Nonsense. Just check in and lead the way,” he replied smoothly, amusement glittering in his gray-blue eyes.
After they had checked in and gotten their key, all three of them got into an elevator and rode it to the top of the building. Raven couldn't help but realize this was normally where they kept the suites. As soon as the elevator doors opened a rush of deja vu hit the black haired female so hard she took a couple steps back. She was certain she had been here before and that it had been fairly recently. With a small shudder, she followed the others out of the elevator and into the hallway.
As they walked, Raven noticed a very familiar looking bodyguard standing in front of a door. As they got closer, she was able to make out that it was indeed Jerome. The absolutely huge man watched them placidly from behind his dark sunglasses with an eyebrow quirked. “J-Jerome?” she asked in a shaky voice even though she knew full well who he was.
“Its nice to see you again Ms. Raven. Are these friends of yours?” he asked neutrally, inclining his head to look at Amanda and the driver.
“Well the woman is. This guy here was our limo driver,” Raven replied in a weak voice, feeling Amanda's hand on her bare arm.
“Do you know this guy?” Amanda asked, looking at the other female with confusion.
“S-sorta. He's Johnny's body guard,” the black haired female replied, sounding more nervous than she would like. She had spent a couple days with Johnny and he had been nothing but a gentleman. There was honestly no reason for her to feel as nervous as she did. Well, besides the fact that just being around him made her feel funny. It was almost as if she was developing a crush on the actor.
“Hey Charlie,” Jerome called to the guy holding their luggage, giving him a friendly wave.
“How's it going Jerry,” the driver responded with a grin.
“Does that mean Johnny's in there?” Amanda asked, looking at the closed door with a mixture of awe and nervousness. It seemed as if even her friend wasn't immune to just how much star power the man had or how handsome he was.
“W-well not always,” Raven responded before looking from Jerome to Charlie. It almost looked as if the two of them were related in some way. Also the familiar way they had addressed each other told her that they knew each other rather well.
“So, uh, how do you guys know each other,” she asked timidly, her hazel gaze flicking from one man to the other.
“We're brothers,” Charlie replied with a small smile.
“Ah, right, well we should get going to our room. Tell Johnny we're here will ya,” Raven replied with a small smile before continuing down the hall.
“Will do Ms. Raven! Don't be a stranger!” Jerome replied with a wave to the retreating group.
The black clad female led the small party a ways further down the long hall before coming to a large door. Wondering how Amanda was going to react, Raven inserted the key card and opened the room. Amanda turned on a light, gasping in utter amazement. “Wha, wow. This place is huge,” she whispered, walking in slowly and gawking at the huge space. Charlie came in after her, setting the luggage and pet crates down gently before straightening.
“Do you need anything else?” he asked with a small smile. Amanda looked at the driver with a look that said she would like him on a platter. A fact that wasn't lost on Charlie, who smiled at her with amusement dancing in his eyes.
“Uh-um n-no. Thank you,” Raven stammered, fiddling with the hem of her black shirt and looking anywhere but at him. She always felt so awkward around handsome men.
“Alright. I hope you have a nice stay. I have to get back to work but I'll be around later,” he responded with a pointed look at Amanda.
The curly haired female blushed and looked about to respond when an odd song began to come from Raven's pocket. 'Somebody to Love' by Jefferson Airplane played from the deep red phone was Raven pulled it from her pocket. “Geeze that was quick,” Raven murmured, opening the phone to answer it.
Amanda, who had been distracted by the phone ringing, turned beck to Charlie only to find he had left. “Well at least he'll be back later,” Amanda said with a shrug as she bent to release Mystery and Lady. The two animals immediately ran out of the crates, running off to explore their new surroundings. Then, while Raven was still on the phone, the curly haired female picked up her luggage and went to do some exploring of her own.
“Raven! I'm so glad to hear that you made it to the hotel okay!” Johnny exclaimed, sounding extremely relieved.
“Why wouldn't I have?” Raven quipped, a small smile on her face as she walked into the living room.
“Yeah, I guess you're right. Charlie's a pretty safe driver,” the actor responded. A playful smile curled on his goateed lips as he gripped his deep blue phone.
“Johnny, did you have anything to do with where we're staying,” the black haired female asked in an amused tone as she sat on the couch.
“I might have made a few suggestions to Marilyn,” he chuckled, looking down at the bags he held.
“What are you up to?” Raven asked suspiciously, smiling as her dog hopped into her lap.
“You'll just have to wait and see,” he purred in a playful tone, “I'll be there in a few minutes. See ya then!” Then the line went dead.
As she stared at her now silent phone, she heard Amanda exclaim in delight from one of the bedrooms. With a smile, she got off the white couch and headed into the hall. Two doors spaced quite a ways from each other greeted her. The door to the left was pink with a blood red rose on the door and stood slightly open. Her smile widening, Raven opened the door and went in. The sight that greeted her made her wince in utter disgust.
The room was a powdery, bright pink with florescent pink shag carpet. The bed was a huge, pink, princess looking affair with four posters over flowing with soft pink gossamer ribbons. In the middle of the saccharine nightmare of a bed was Amanda. The look on her friend's face was one of awed bliss as she rolled on the pink silk sheet with her eyes closed. Carefully composing her face into a mask of happiness, Raven approached the bed and stood by the side. “I guess you found your room,” Raven stated with a small smile of genuine amusement.
Amanda's green eyes shot open as she sat up. “Oh hell yeah! It almost as if it was set up with me in mind!” she replied with excitement as she bounced off the bed. With Mystery weaving between her legs, the excited female began to unpack. She had never been more excited to stay in a hotel in her life. In fact she was beginning to see it as a mini vacation. Some peace and quiet would be welcome after the upheaval of the past few days.
Rolling her eyes, Raven left her friend to it and went back into the hallway. Wondering if Johnny also had something to do with her friend's room, Raven looked at the other door. Maybe that was what Johnny was talking about with Ginger. After all, it seemed like Ginger had quite crush on her friend. He had probably learned a bit about her and had conspired with Johnny. Looking at the deep red door on the right, she wondered what the other room looked like.
Opening the door, Raven found herself pleasantly surprised. The room's walls were deep red and the carpet was a black shag. The bed was huge and had deep red sheets. On the walls were a couple Marilyn Manson posters, making her blush in embarrassment. Johnny had certainly paid attention to her attire as well as what she had told him. Happiness filling her, Raven began to unpack her bags. She would have to thank Johnny when he came to visit. Already he head was filling with ideas of what she could do to show her appreciation.
Manson had long since retreated to a room in the back of the tour bus. Right now the last thing he wanted was to be around other people. Right now a deep rage filled him, a rage that masked his sadness. Already he missed Raven so much that it felt there was a hollow, aching place in his heart. He wanted nothing more than to have her in his arms, to inhale her scent, to taste her lips. With a snarl of frustration, he opened his duffel bag and began to unpack. He hoped it would be enough to distract him from how empty he felt without her.
As he lifted one of his shirts, he noticed Kathy staring up at him. With a look of surprise, he gently picked up the floppy, well-loved plush. His stage persona slipped to show just how touched he was by the small object. Hugging the stuffed dog close, Manson closed his eyes and breathed in Raven's scent. How would he get through the next few months without her?
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