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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: ‘Flattering child, you shall know me, see why in shadow I hide!’ - The Phantom (Phantom of the Opera)
My thoughts and prayers are with France. Stand strong!

Chapter Nine: Breaking Point
    Three days, three days. It had been three days of Manson treating her like utter shit every time he saw her despite her best efforts to try to avoid him. It almost seemed like he was actively searching her out just to sneer at her and summarily ignore her. She had tried her best to ignore the behavior but it was starting to wear her down. Just last night she had cried herself to sleep and she wasn’t sure just how much more of this she could take. It was only through sheer strength of will that she was even able to continue to leave the tour bus. She was only thankful that neither Jonathan or Amanda had noticed what was going on.
    Sighing, Raven stared at the closed door of the vehicle with apprehension. Her childhood friend had left first to go find Ginger and Davis had left soon after to set up for his performance. Today was Manson’s turn to go first but since the night she had tried to set some foundation for fixing things, she had been staying in the bus while he performed. Figuring he should be done by now, the pale woman took a deep breath and left the looming mode of transportation. She knew she had to get to Jonathan before he started to worry but the closer she got to the door the more her booted feet dragged.
    Looking up at the closed door, she reached out and opened it; only to end up face to face with the one person she hadn’t wanted to run into. Taking a few hasty steps back, Raven lowered her eyes submissively and murmured a barely audible apology. Her entire body was tensed, as if expecting a blow and she nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt a pair of hands descend on her black clad shoulders. “You’ve been getting thinner,” came a semi-worried husk from in front of her. Not daring to look up, the frighten female closed her hazel eyes and hoped that he would just let her go and move on. After his treatment of the past few days, this concern was extremely confusing and messed with her head.
    Unfortunately the option of avoiding his gaze was taken from her as her chin was lifted in a gentle but very firm grasp. Whimpering, Raven opened her eyes to look at the singer; letting out a small gasp at the worry and longing she saw in his mismatched orbs. “Manson, please. I can’t do this anymore. Do you hate me? Do you love me? Do you want to make things better? Do you want to keep your distance? I don’t know what you want anymore,” she whispered in a pain filled voice.
    “What do you want Raven?” he whispered in a surprisingly gentle voice, his eyes locked on hers.
    “I... I don’t want to hurt you anymore. I don’t like seeing you like this. I’ve known you long enough to know all this anger really stems from deep pain. I just... I want to do whatever you need me to to help you feel better. The whole reason I broke up with you was ultimately so you could find someone that could give you what you need, what I can’t. What I want is for you to be happy,” she replied in a small, quiet voice, her heart thudding in her chest. Manson only stared down at her, a strange look on his face.
    “You... you didn’t leave because of how I was treating you or the woman I brought home?” he asked in a stunned voice, using the fingers that held her chin to caress her skin.
    “The woman was definitely part of it, along with the cheating but the main reason was I could see what I was doing to you. You were getting worse and worse. All I could think to do to help was to let you go,” she replied quietly, doing her best to squash the hope that was slowly rising within her. With the situation the way it was, it wouldn’t do to get her hopes up.
    To her utter shock and confusion, his arms wrapped tightly around her; his hand moving from her chin to the back of her head as his lips crashed down on her hungrily. Raven could only freeze in utter surprise as he pried her mouth open with his tongue, taking her mouth with a possessiveness that ripped a moan from her chest. Her hands flew up of their own accord to rest on his bony, bare chest while his tongue moved through her mouth thoroughly. Then, as suddenly as he started, he broke the kiss with a low growl to rest his painted forehead against hers. “You have no idea what hearing that means to me. Raven, I’m...,” he began only to be interrupted by Jonathan calling her name.
    It was as if hearing the other singer’s voice hit a switch inside his brain and his indifferent, angry mask slammed back into place as he pushed himself away from her. Giving her an absolutely withering look, the rock star shoved past her and stalked to his tour bus. Raven stood where he had left her, a stunned look on her face as her heart broke into pieces. It was all too much and her eyes filled with tears as her body simply ran. She didn’t care where she was going, she just ran. She ran from her pain. She ran from her confusion. Most of all she ran from Manson.
    “Anyone seen Raves? She’s usually here by now,” Jonathan asked his band. The other men shook their heads in unison, making worry rise thickly within the metal star. Taking a quick look around, he didn’t see Amanda either but it wouldn’t be hard to locate her. Yet, if the female had been in the back with Ginger the whole time it was doubtful she would have seen the missing party. Sighing, the worried rock star decided to go see if she was back at the tour bus.
    As he approached the looming vehicle, he saw that the door stood slightly ajar. Frowning, Davis entered the bus and called Raven’s name; only to be greeted with empty silence. Fear bloomed in his chest as he moved to the back room to see if she was just taking a nap. That fear changed to panic when he saw that room was empty as well. “Shit! Maybe she’s with Manson,” he hissed, getting a bad feeling in the pit of his gut that wasn’t the case. Then he was heading out and toward the other bus that was parked several feet away, doing his best to control his rising terror.
    Manson had flung himself onto the couch and was leaning his head back with his eyes closed when a banging came from the tour bus door. Sitting up with a confused look, the thin male stretched before opening the entry. His jaw nearly dropped open when he saw a frantic looking Jonathan. “Is Raven in there?” he asked in a desperate voice, craning his head to try to peek around the superstar.
    “Uh, no. I thought she was with you,” the singer replied, fear spiking his heart like an icicle.
    His memories went right to what had happened before he had come here. He had been just about to apologize for his confusing actions when he had heard Davis calling for her and his jealousy had reared its ugly head. He had to get away from her before he did or said anything he regretted and had ended up reverting back to his rage out of sheer habit. This realization nearly made him collapse to his knees as his fear changed to outright terror. “Get Amanda, her and Ging are in the dressing room. I’ll call Johnny,” Manson ordered, pulling out his phone to do just that.
    Davis didn’t stop to ask questions, he simply turned and ran off to get the woman. Pinching his nose, the taller performer exited the bus to pace outside. Right now the large bus would feel much too claustrophobic. Everything within him was screaming for him to run off in search of Raven but he had no idea where she could have gone. It would be a much better idea to wait and formulate a plan with the others. “Brian?” came a questioning, concerned voice from his phone, effectively breaking him from his thoughts.
    “Johnny, you’re going to be pissed when you hear what I have to say,” he sighed into the black device, not relishing what he was about to tell the protective actor one bit.
    “What the fuck did you do now?” snarled the movie star, sounding absolutely furious.
    “Raven ran away,” the singer replied closing his eyes and bracing for the explosion. He wasn’t disappointed.
    “What did you fucking do to her?!” Johnny screamed, forcing Manson to pull the phone away from his ear for a moment. Then he took a deep breath and launched into the lengthy tale of what had happened.
    When Raven became aware of things around her once more, she found herself in the middle of an absolutely gorgeous park. Despite the fact that it was nearing sunset, the area was well lit and there was even a large fountain. Feeling relatively safe despite having no worldly idea where she was, the shaken woman headed to a bench and sat down. Her heart was a painful ball in her chest and tears flowed freely down her pale cheeks unnoticed. Taking a few deep breaths, she desperately tried to stave off the sobs building up in her chest.
    If he wanted nothing to do with her why couldn’t he just leave her alone? Sighing, Raven pulled out her deep red phone and stared at it. She really didn’t want to go back to the concert right this moment and therefore couldn’t call Amanda or Jonathan for comfort. Calling Johnny would only make the actor panic and calling Manson was out of the question. With a shaky hand, she called the only other person she could think of that could offer her some form of an anchor in this sea of sorrow and confusion. “Raven?” came a confused, familiar male voice from the other end.
    “Hey Twiggles,” she breathed in a far too shaky voice as her trapped sobs rose up to clog her throat.
    “Sweetheart, what happened?” he asked, getting right to the meat of the matter. That was all it took for the floodgates to swing open and the shaking, distraught female burst into tears. Soon she was telling the whole story between sobs.
    After Manson had explained to the entire group what had happened between him and Raven, he found himself the recipient of some very angry glares. Having already been read the riot act by Johnny, the rock star simply stood his ground and kept a neutral look on his face. “The best thing we can do is split up and canvas the city. She can’t have gotten that far on foot,” Ginger suggested, keeping a tight arm around Amanda to keep her from charging the rock star.
    “Good idea Ging. I got north,” Pogo offered. Soon everyone had chosen which direction they were going with the exception of Manson. When he even suggested going, the others nixed it harshly.
    “You are not going with us! The last thing she fucking needs is to see you right now,” Amanda snarled, barely restraining herself from outright punching the celebrity in front of her. Manson opened his mouth to argue when he was stopped by a pleading look from Ginger.
    “Marilyn, I know you’re scared to death right now but this is your fault. Seeing you could set her off worse,” the drummer reasoned in a gentle but angry voice, his brown eyes holding accusation.
    Sneering, the rock star only glared at the group silently. They only glared back before they turned and left, each dashing off in their respective directions. As soon as they were out of sight, Manson dashed off on his own. At this point it would have been impossible for him to sit by idly while others looked for Raven. He would have ended up going crazy. As he charged off in a random direction, his phone rang in his pocket; the familiar ringtone making his heart jolt. Not wanting to stop, the singer simply yanked the phone out his pants pocket and pressed it to his ear. “Jeordie?” he panted as he continued to run.
    “Brian! I know where Raven is. Dude, what the fuck?” asked the exasperated man, his words making the performer stop in his tracks.

    “Where is she?” he asked in a breathless, frightened voice, his mismatched eyes moving restlessly as everything within him screamed to keep moving.
    “No, first you tell me just what the fuck is going through the brain of yours and then maybe I’ll tell you where she’s hiding,” the ex-musician snarled in a no nonsense tone, sounding ready to hang up at the the slightest provocation. Manson only ran a shaky hand through his shoulder length hair as he began to pace. Then, ever so slowly, the story came pouring out.
    Raven stared down at her phone as she continued to take calming breaths. Twiggy had urged her to at least call everyone to let them know she was okay and she had just finished doing that. All of them had begged to know where she was but she honestly didn’t want to see anyone right now. The only person she had told was Jeordie, having to find the park name on the fountain when the former guitarist practically begged her for it. He insisted that at least one person should know just in case she needed help and she honestly couldn’t argue that logic. Sighing, she leaned her head back on the bench she sat on and closed her hazel eyes. She idly wondered just how far she had wandered away from the concert but honestly found herself unable to care that much.
    A few moments later she was jolted awake by a familiar, outright frantic voice screaming for her in the distance. Fear and heartbreak jolted through her in a shock and her body froze as her heart cramped within her chest. Barely able to draw breath due to the painful feeling in her breast, Raven clenched a hand in her plain black t-shirt and did everything she could to disappear into the bench behind her. “Raven! Please! Are you here?!” came another desperate scream from a bit closer, drawing looks from curious park goers.
    It was then she realized his voice sounded absolutely thrashed, as if he had been calling for her for a long time. A part of her wanted to answer him, unable to stomach hearing the fear in his ragged voice. The other part of her desperately wanted to flee, to just get away from him and go home. Right now she was regretting ever coming on this tour. “Raven!” came another yell from just a bit closer, sounding more like a sob. A sound that made her heart clench like it was in a vice and tears clog her throat.
    “Over here Manson,” she found herself calling back, immediately regretting giving into that impulse. What would he do when he found her? What would she do? One thing was for sure, she never felt a stronger urge to run in her entire life.
    All too soon she heard the sound of platforms running through the darkening gloom and, within moments, she saw the pale form of her ex running to her like his life depended on it. A strained, terrified look was on his make-up smeared face and sweat made his hair cling to his forehead. He panted harshly and his legs shook from exertion, yet he managed to keep up the pace; reaching her in seconds. Looking on the verge of collapse, he pulled her into a frantic hug and burrowed his face into her neck; his entire body shaking from exhaustion and fear.
    Before she could begin to react, the singer was slowly sinking to his knees; as if all of his strength left him at once. Yet, even as he sank, his grip on her never loosened so he ended up dragging her down with him. That was when Raven became aware of moisture hitting her skin and soft, ragged sighs leaving the rock star. With a jolt, she realized the ‘Antichrist Superstar’ was crying. “Manson, I’m okay,” she found herself assuring as her arms came up and wrapped around him without her permission. Despite everything that had occurred, she still felt a drive to offer him comfort.
    “Fuck, fuck... fuck,” he gasped out over and over, his voice angry and frightened at the same time. His entire body began to shudder and his black nailed hands twitched on her back spasmodically.
    “I thought... Anything could have...,” he stammered, the shaking getting much more violent as he broke out into a cold sweat. Then he was pushing away from her, crawling a few inches away and vomiting violently.
    In a flash all the strife between them was forgotten and Raven was kneeling beside him as she rubbed his back. “R-ran all the way when Jeordie finally fucking told me,” he gasped out, still shaking as he braced himself on his hands and knees. Thankfully the people had cleared out of the park for the most part, giving the pair some much needed privacy.
    “You ran here? How far is this place from the venue?” she asked in a worried voice, looking around for a source of clean water. With the way he was acting, he was possibly in the early stages of dehydration and exhaustion. He had severely over exerted himself to find her, a fact that made guilt fill her with a flood.
    “A few blocks. Are you hurt? Did anyone try to touch you?” he panted out before proceeding to vomit again.
    “I’m fine. I was perfectly safe. I’m going to get you some water,” the black clad artist announced before getting to her feet and heading toward a water fountain. She didn’t make it too far before she felt a strong hand grab the seat of her pants. Looking down, she saw Manson looking up at her with an absolutely terrified gaze.
    “Don’t fucking run again, please. I wouldn’t be able to follow,” he pleaded in a broken voice, his hand trembling on the black, denim material.
    “I promise I won’t. I’ll be back in a second,” Raven replied before gently pulling herself from his grip and dashing to the water fountain. Her hands shook as she fumbled at the cup dispenser on the side. Fear and worry made her heart pound in her chest, making it hard for her to breathe as she filled the small cup. Hurt feelings, heartbreak; all of that took a backseat to the potential emergency on her hands. If she couldn’t get Manson to stop shaking and vomiting, she would have to call an ambulance; something she doubted the performer would be okay with.
    Rushing back to his side with the water cup in hand, Raven helped him into a sitting position and held the small cup up to his black lips. “Small sips,” she advised, tipping it just slightly so he could take a tiny drink. Thankfully he took only a tiny sip despite how thirsty he must have been. Then he took the small cup from her hands, taking occasional sips until the small container was empty. By the time the water was gone, his shaking had improved just slightly.
    “I’m just going to keep getting you water until you tell me to stop,” the pale woman informed him before dashing off to get him another cupful.
    After five more cups, Manson’s shaking had tapered off to occasional shudders and he had been able to gather the strength to at least move to a bench. Sitting beside him, Raven watched as he slowly downed his sixth. The color had returned to his body and he seemed be regaining just a tiny bit of his energy. When he was done, she reached for the cup; only have him shake his head at her. “No more for a bit. Starting to feel a little nauseous again,” he whispered, leaning his head back and closing his eyes while he took deep breaths.
    “Call the others and let them know I found ya, though I doubt they’ll think that’s good news,” he suggested, a small tremor running through his body; making his teeth chatter slightly. Giving the male beside her a worried glance, she opened her phone to do just that; calling Amanda first.
    “What the Hell do you mean you won’t fucking tell me where you are?!” her friend was screaming a bit later, making a headache begin to pound in the back of her head.
    “I’m not telling you or anyone until all of you calm down,” Raven sighed, keeping an eye on the celebrity sitting next to her.
    “Jonathan and I are nearly fucking frantic! Just tell us where you are so we can get you away from that psycho” her roomie snarled.
    “Mandy, I’m going to hang up now and call the others. When I call back, we can discuss this like two adults or not at all,” the black clad female bit out before hanging up and dialing the others.
    Unfortunately none of them handled the news of Manson being around her particularly well. By the time she was done smoothing all the ruffled feathers, she had a splitting headache. Even as she hung up, she still wasn’t fully convinced the others wouldn’t rip the rock star next to her to shreds. “Do you need anymore water?” she asked in a quiet voice, only feeling slightly better about his condition. He still looked a bit pale and small shudders occasionally wracked his thin body.
    “No, thank you,” he whispered, wrapping a shaky arm around her shoulders and resting his head on one of them. An action that made all the feelings she had shoved aside come back full force.
    “Raven, I’m sorry for the past few days. I still have a lot of shit going on in my head and seeing you around Davis just sets me off. I couldn’t be around you because I was afraid I would yell at you. When I heard you ran away... Hun, I about went crazy with worry. It made me realize just how much you mean to me,” he murmured as his mismatched orbs slid closed, his voice sounding rather odd. Craning her neck, she saw he was crying once more.
    “Manson...,” she began, his pain making her heart ache despite her confusion. She almost dared to hope he was going to ask for another chance and inwardly scolded herself for it. After what the two of them had been through over the past few days, she doubted it would be a good idea to pursue anything. Yet, if he asked, she would be unable to tell him no.
The truth of the matter was, she knew he honestly didn’t mean the way he had been treating her. Even before she had met him, all his rage and alcoholism seemed a front for deep emotional pain. Pain the singer didn’t seem to know how to deal with. “I know it’s a lot to ask of you after everything I’ve done to you, but I would like you to stay with me for the night,” came a quiet, almost shy sounding voice, effectively breaking her out of her thoughts. She had never heard Manson sound so vulnerable and she found herself at a loss.
    “Please, please. I can’t... I’ll go crazy if you aren’t in my sight. You won’t have to see me ever again if you don’t want to after tonight, just please. I need... I need to know you’re alright,” the singer continued, his hold on her tightening as his voice grew more lost and distraught.
    “I... what did Jeordie tell you?” she asked, feeling a bit thrown off by this whole situation. He was begging her, sounding more broken than she had ever heard him and was even openly crying. It was almost enough to make her brain explode. Just a few days ago, she wouldn’t have thought the cold, angry man capable of doing any of this.
    “Everything, after I told him what I did first,” the performer replied in an unsteady voice, his body starting to shake violently again.
    “Shhh, shhh. Just relax. I’m safe. I’m fine,” Raven whispered as she wrapped a loose arm around him, unable to see his pain without offering some form of comfort. The fact that he was so shaken by her running off filled her with a deep guilt and, despite wanting to just give in and stay for the night, she honestly didn’t think it would be good for either of them to be around eachother so soon after the recent upheaval.
    All too soon, Jonathan and Tim drove up in the respective tour buses. While she couldn’t see the vehicles, she could hear the engines as well as familiar voices frantically calling her name into the park. If they followed the path, they would easily find her and Manson so she wasn’t too worried about calling out to let them know where she was. Honestly, she didn’t relish them finding her period. Manson still seemed a bit fragile and she had no idea what would happen if even the slightest bit of pressure was put on him. He was already starting to go back into a panic at the sounds of the voices, wrapping both arms around her and burrowing his face into her neck as his body began to shake and spasm violently. “Manson, shh. It’s okay, I won’t let them hurt you,” she reassured even though she knew full well that wasn’t why he was acting like this.
    “Fuck em,” he whispered, drawing a ragged breath as hot droplets of water began to hit her skin.
    “Before they get here, I need to know you’re going to be staying with me. Please, you have no idea what I’ll be like if you say no,” the rock star pleaded, his grip on her almost getting painful. Raven could only look down at the broken man hanging off her, her heart twisting painfully in her chest.
    “I’ll stay but I doubt Jonathan will like the idea,” she replied in a soothing voice, finally caving in. Even if he awoke to scream at her the next day, it would break him much more if she refused. The only problem would be selling Davis on the notion.
    Her words did wonders for the performer hanging onto her like a lifeline, causing him to collapse instantly as he went limp with relief. “Thank you,” he whispered, staying pressed against her. He didn’t even move when the huge group came running up to them a few minutes later.
    “What the fuck is he doing here?” Amanda snarled, barely held back by Ginger holding her around her thin waist.
    “Amanda, if you or anyone else if going to lay into Manson I’m going to have to ask you to back the fuck off,” Raven hissed, trying to stand to put herself between them and the singer but finding herself held in place by his refusal to let her go. In fact, her just moving to get away seemed to set off his panic once again.
    “Mea, Raven...,” the curly haired female began, anger fading for unsureness.
    “No Mandy. None of what happened before matters right now. Fucking use your eyes and just look at him,” the black clad woman hissed, petting Manson once more in an effort to stop the shaking that had started up again. Thankfully that was enough to make the entire group pause and actually look at the ‘Antichrist Superstar’. The explosive man was a mere shadow of himself, clinging to Raven like a small child to a security blanket.
    “Manson?” asked Ginger in a quiet, soothing voice as he slowly approached the pair. The singer stiffened and gave the drummer an absolutely terrified look.
    “Easy, easy Bri. We just want to get you and her safe okay?” the blonde soothed, seeing Manson like this making him highly concerned. Then he was straightening and gesturing for the others to back off. Only Pogo stayed where he was, spreading his arms out with his palms facing forward.
    “Let’s get you two onto the bus,” the keyboardist whispered in a gentle voice before slowly walking forward to join Ginger.
    Grinning up at the pair gratefully, Raven helped Manson to his feet; Ginger having to go to his other side to support his weight. Soon they were moving forward slowly, the rock star barely able to walk from how over exerted he was. His long legs shook badly but he kept the dark haired female pressed tightly against his side. Looking up at the man that was leaning heavily on her, the black clad woman could only hope he would calm down more once they got him inside the tour bus. “I’m going to be staying with him tonight,” she announced, giving Davis an apologetic but stern look. The metal singer could only nod in agreement, wondering just how Johnny was going to take current developments.
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