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Tainted Love	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 3467 -:- 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: I started this fanfic series a long time ago in high school. When it was written it was horribly amateur so I decided to rewrite it. Rights to the song 'Last Day on Earth' belong to Marilyn Manson of course.

Tainted Love
By: Flame Wolf
Chapter One: The Concert
Peaceful, quiet. The whole neighborhood slept peacefully as the stars made their way across the cold night sky. Crickets chirped merrily as the houses slumbered. Suddenly the tranquility of the night was broken by a loud outburst of music. The source of the loud racket was a large house with one light on in the top floor. Inside the room a 28 year old woman gyrated, singing loudly and off-key to a Marilyn Manson song. She was wearing a triple x sized Marilyn Manson shirt as a night gown and she was throwing her long black hair back and forth. The song currently blasting loudly from the speakers was Marilyn Manson's cover of 'Tainted Love.'
An irritated knock on her bedroom door went largely unheard, with how loud the music was a hurricane would have gone unheard. The wooden door opened to reveal an exasperated looking woman with a mess of curly, brown hair. Her green eyes flickered irritably as she took in the sight in front of her. Her insane friend was going to wake up to entire neighborhood! “Turn the music down!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, being entirely drowned out by the near concert level volume. Knowing that screaming was getting her literally nowhere, the disgruntled female stomped over to the vibrating stereo and fumbled behind it. With a grin of triumph, she pulled the plug.
Blinking, the black haired woman froze mid air guitar before turning to look at her stereo. Instead of the expected smoke rising from the system, she saw her very disgruntled friend/housemate dangling the power cord from her hand. She wore a loose fitting Superman sleeping shirt and blue sleeping pants that had the hero's symbol emblazoned all over them. “Hey! Why'd you kill the tunes Amanda?” she protested, glaring at the other woman.
“Oh, gee I don't know. Maybe because its two in the fucking morning and you're playing your music loud enough to be heard at PLUTO Meagan!” she screamed, starting off softly, then screaming loud enough to nearly pop a blood vessel. Coughing from her now sore throat, Amanda glared at her abashed looking friend.
“I'm sorry Mandy, I'm just so frustrated,” she sighed, sitting down on the deep red covers of her bed and putting her head in her hands. Her hazel eyes closed in misery as she heaved a sigh.
“What's going on?” Amanda asked, all anger disappearing for the most part. She had known Meagan since Pre-school, they had always looked out for each other and right now it looked like her friend needed her.
“Oh Christ where do I begin,” she began, laughing bitterly, smoothing the material of her shirt over her knees.
“I'm obsessed Mandy, in love with a man I've never met and will never get to meet. It feels stupid just saying it really. I know what I want could only happen in the furthest reaches of reality but I just can't help it,” she said in a strangled voice, running a shaky, pale hand through her black hair.
“Megs... Is it?” she asked, already knowing the answer quite well. Her friend had been obsessed for years, almost seemed to pine for the man she wanted.
“Of course it is! There's never been anyone else. And it's Raven now, Meagan is dead Amanda. She has been for a long time,” she murmured quietly, looking longingly at one of the posters on her wall. On the poster was the pale, familiar face of Marilyn Manson. He was dressed in pseudo-nazi gear, his black hair cropped to just under his chin. His black painted lips were parted and his mismatched eyes stared blankly.
“Meg, er, Raven why do you torture yourself like this?” Amanda asked, sitting on the silken bed beside her distraught friend.
“If I could let him go I would but I can't Mandy. He's all I think about, all I want. I would die happy if I could just talk to him once,” she sighed, a tear streaking black mascara down her pale cheek.
Amanda hugged her friend, her brow knitted in concern. She had been planning on a surprise for Meag... no, Raven, for weeks and with the looks of her friend it would be just the thing. All she had to do was get her to last until tomorrow. Letting Raven cry into her blue clad shoulder, Amanda stared at the same poster her friend had looked at.
The next day Amanda stumbled downstairs nearly collapsing by the counter in front of the coffee pot. With dark purple circles under her eyes, the exhausted woman pulled herself up by using the kitchen counter. Leaning heavily on the cold, white marble, the half awake female plugged in the coffee pot; her hair a wild rat's nest of curls. Fumbling with the stuff that was always right by the pot, she finally managed to get the coffee going. Stumbling to the kitchen table, the barely conscious woman collapsed and waited for her coffee.
Thankfully she had already had two cups of the nasty, bitter fluid before Raven came stumbling down the stairs. Still dressed in her oversized Marilyn Manson shirt, the half asleep female stumbled to the fridge. Her black hair sticking up at wild angles and leaning on the fridge door in a way that was unhealthy to the fridge, Raven blearily searched the fridge. After few second she straightened, a familiar bottle of red, carbonated fluid in her hands. Unscrewing the white top, the tired looking female took a few deep swigs of the deep red fluid.
Finally pulling the plastic bottle from her lips, Raven let out a loud, ringing belch. Amanda rolled her eyes, clapping sarcastically. Raven mock bowed, feeling a little more awake after a swig of the sugar filled soda in her hands. The red label was covered in strawberries and read 'Faygo Red Pop.' Recapping her precious soda, Raven sat at the table across from Amanda and covered her mouth as she yawned. “You know, that can't be good for you,” Amanda suggested, taking a small sip from her third cup of coffee.
“Yeah and that black sludge is great for you,” Raven quipped, motioning at the mug with disgust.
Amanda sighed, looking into the black fluid. She didn't even really like coffee but needed it in order to wake up. In truth she was envious that it only took Raven a simple soda to wake her up. “You've got me there,” she replied with a shrug, taking another sip of the bitter brew. Raven only smirked in response, uncapping her Red Pop and taking a drink.
“You better go get dressed,” Amanda said neutrally, nibbling on a piece of toast.
“Why?” Raven asked, just noticing that Amanda was fully dressed in casual clothes.
“We're going to be going somewhere in a half hour. You'll need to eat before we leave so you better hurry,” she responded, enjoying Raven's confused look.
With a cautious look to Amanda, Raven scampered back upstairs to throw on her clothes. She chose a Marilyn Manson t-shirt, black jeans and black platform boots. Once she was dressed, she came back downstairs. Curiosity ate at her as she noticed Amanda was watching her, a mischievous gleam in her green eyes. Knowing from years of experience she wouldn't get a thing from her friend, Raven fixed herself a bowl of cereal. Trying to ignore the nagging curiosity, Flame ate her cereal quickly; washing her bowl out when she was done.
Amanda got to her feet, smiling down at the overweight, female, black cat that was suddenly curling around her legs purring. “Hello Mystery,” she chirped, giving the fat cat a fond scratch behind the ears, “Oh Flame you better take out Lady.”
Now even more curious and confused, Raven whistled briefly. A medium sized, fluffy, black dog with floppy ears and a curly tail came trotting up to her, curly tail wagging wildly. With a fond smile to her beloved dog, Raven led her to the back door and made her sit. Once the mutt was sitting patiently, Raven opened the door and clipped a lead to her dog's collar. Once secured, Lady went flying out into the spacious yard, the lead zipping on the line that spanned the entire length. Setting out some food and water, the black haired female closed and locked the back door.
Amanda finished her toast, giving her cat's silky black fur a last stroke before she stood. “Okay Raven,lets go,” she chirped, grabbing her purse. Raven quirked a brow at her before grabbing her own purse and following her friend out to her car. Getting into the blue Nissan, Raven clicked her seat belt, placing her black purse on her jeans clad lap. Amanda go into the driver's seat, clicking in her seat belt and adjusting her mirrors slightly before backing out of the short driveway.
Hours later and Amanda was sure that if she had to listen to another Marilyn Manson song she would puke. A sardonic grin twisted her lips at the thought. At least they were almost there and the music had kept Raven from asking questions. Looking at her friend from the corner of her eye, she hoped all of this wouldn't just make things worse.
It was with some relief that she pulled into the parking lot, the day just starting to swing into late afternoon. The lot was absolutely packed with milling people and cars trying in vain to find a closer spot to the huge building. Picking her way through the stuffed lot carefully, her hands white knuckled on the steering wheel, Amanda sighed in relief when she finally pulled into a spot.
She and Raven exited the car, a grin curling her lips as Raven looked around with confusion. The front of the building had a huge sea of people at the entrance and there were thousands more just milling around the parking lot. “Amanda?” she asked, confusion heavy in her voice.
“Here. Happy early birthday,” Amanda stated, smiling widely as she handed Raven a V.I.P. Ticket and backstage pass to a Marilyn Manson concert. Raven stared down at the items, her jaw dropped in disbelief. Tears of happiness and gratitude filled her hazel eyes as she threw her arms around Amanda's neck and hugged tightly.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“You're welcome, now lets get you in that front row,” Amanda cheered with false excitement. She hated concerts, especially loud ones. Her poor ears were in for a rough night but it was all to make her friend happy.
Hell! This was pure hell! Hot bodies pressed and shoved into her. The loud music was making her ears feel like they were being ripped apart and she was getting one whopper of a migraine. Still, watching Raven so happy and excited made her feel it was all worth it. Right now Marilyn Manson was belting out the song 'The Nobodies' which seemed to be one of Raven's favorites.
Raven leaned forward, trying to reach past the security to touch the rock star's platform boot. She sang eagerly along, pouring all of her feelings into the song she knew so well. The corset wearing rock god prowled to where she was standing holding his mic over the crowd, signaling for them to sing along. As the last notes of the song faded, his mismatched eyes scanned the crowd, landing on her.
Their eyes locked for a moment and she was left breathless. With a fingerless gloved hand he pointed directly at her, glowering at the security man in front of her. “You, bring that one up,” he ordered hotly into the mic. Raven looked around, a blush coloring her cheeks as the whole crowd around her went deathly silent. The security guard turned to look at her, pointing and looking back at the singer for confirmation.
“Yes, her you idiot!” he snapped peevishly, obviously not used to people not just knowing what he wanted.
Raven went pale as the crowd began to turn mutinous on her. Hate-filled, jealous eyes all glared at her as they began to press in. Thankfully the security guard grabbed her under her arms, lifting her over the tape. Once she was on the other side, he led her gently to the edge of the stage. The six foot six rock star knelt down, extending a black fingerless gloved hand to her; the stage lights shining off the tops of his platforms. Eeping slightly as the security guard boosted her up by her butt, she timidly grabbed a hold of his hand.
With both of their help, she was hoisted bodily onto the tall stage where she found herself staring into the whitish blue and brown eyes of her idol. His shoulder length black hair hung slightly in his face and his black lips were curled in an evil grin. Tossing her a mic he turned back to the crowd, spreading his arms wide. Sincerely hoping he wasn't going to expect her to do what she suspected, she clutched the microphone tightly and shook. “Tonight I'm going to do something I've never done before! I'm going to sing a song with one of my fans,” he announced into his mic, smiling when they erupted into cheers.
All the color drained from her face as Raven searched the crowd for Amanda. There was no possible way she could do this! She had a hard time singing in high school choir! Being in front of crowds was not one of her strong points. Backing away from the now preening singer, Raven caught Amanda's eyes and silently begged her to get her out of this mess.
Amanda watched her poor friend torn between amusement and sympathy. Raven was horribly shy and had really bad stage fright. Yet she was up on stage with the person she had obsessed over for years. Maybe this could be Raven's chance to show Marilyn Manson just how much he meant to her. Giving her a thumbs up, she nearly collapsed in giggles as Raven returned it with a middle finger.
Glaring at her unhelpful friend, Raven suddenly noticed it had gone very quiet. Gulping loudly, she looked up hesitantly to see Manson staring at her expectantly while motioning her to come back. Reluctantly, the nervous woman walked back to his side on shaky legs; suddenly finding the tops of her knee high platforms very interesting. “What songs do you know,” he whispered in her ear, suddenly far too close. A thrill of arousal as well as just plain flusterment shuddered through her as his warm breath caressed her ear.
“A-all of them,” she responded in a shaky, quiet voice.
“Which one would you like to sing with me tonight,” he responded, an odd grin on his face.
Raven had to stop and think for a moment about that one. If there was any song she could sing to show him how she felt, she had to think quickly. A thousand possibilities flashed through her mind in a second until the correct one blared at her in bright neon. “The Last Day on Earth,” she responded quietly.
The towering singer rolled his eyes. He should have known she would have picked that one. With an irritated sigh, he switched his mic back on. “The Last Day on Earth!” he screamed into the mic, holding up a fist. As if on cue, the band began to play the hauntingly sad sounding song.
“Yesterday was a million years ago. In all my past lives I've played an asshole,” he sang out, turning to face Raven.
Her hands shaking and her mouth dry, Raven swallowed before beginning to sing in a beautiful voice that was achingly full of emotion. “Now I found you, its almost too late,” she uttered, her voice full of heartbreak. Manson blinked, his voice wavering a bit as they sung the next lines together.
“And this Earth seems obliviating. We are trembling in our crutches. High and dead our skin is glass,” they sang in unison his eyes now fully on her.
“I'm so empty here without you. I crack my xerox hands,” Raven sang out hauntingly, almost sounding on the verge of tears.
“I know its the last day on Earth. We'll be together while the planet dies,” he sung back, moving towards her slowly. His mismatched eyes burned into her intensely as he stopped mere inches from her. Anyone listening to them that didn't see him pull her from the crowd could swear they were a couple singing a duet to each other.
“I know its the last day on Earth. We'll never say goodbye,” she whispered, making it sound as if she truly was dying with her life companion on the last day of existence.
“The dogs slaughter each other softly,” he growled into the mic, now singing to her instead of the crowd, his eyes fixed solely on her.
“Love burns its casualties,” she returned softly, her voice full of sadness.
“We are damaged provider modules. Spill the seeds at our children's feet,” he responded, reaching forward to brush a strand of her black hair out of her face.
“I'm so empty here without you,” she cried out, her voice full of loneliness and longing. Her hazel eyes were filled with unspent tears as the emotions from the song filled her. She didn't notice Manson hitching in a breath before continuing.
“I know they want me dead,” he whispered into the mic, his eyes now swirling with odd emotions.
“I know its the last day on Earth. We'll be together while the planet dies,” she whispered in a shaky voice, her face flaming with embarrassment as she gazed into his eyes. They held a deep lust as well as something else she couldn't identify.
“I know its the last day on Earth. We'll never say goodbye,” he responded, cupping her cheek in his free hand.
Together they finished off the repeating chorus both of them lingering on the last lines. As the final notes faded, the crowd erupted into cheers, catcalls and whistles. Raven, realizing what she had just done in front of millions of people, blushed brick red and began to back away from the singer. His mismatched eyes narrowed as he turned his back to the crowd, stalking after her. Grabbing her arm in a none too gentle grip, he prevented her escape. His eyes burned into her intensely as it looked like he was bordering on saying something. Then his eyes flicked to the V.I.P. Pass around her neck and grinned. “So, you were going to see me after the show anyway. Then I wouldn't have gotten to hear you sing,” he purred, pulling her back to the front of the stage.
Blushing and digging the heels of her platforms into the slick surface of the stage, Raven resisted his pulls fruitlessly. Suddenly he wrapped an arm tightly around her waist, holding her tight to his side. Feeling both aroused and flustered, Raven could only look up at the towering star. “I'm afraid I'm going to have to end this set a bit early,” he growled into the mic, waggling his brows luridly at the crowd. The huge mass of people responded with knowing whistles and approving yells. Tossing his microphone into the crowd, the singer led her off the stage and into his private room in the backstage area.
Raven timidly entered the room, dropping the mic she still held onto a coffee table. The black haired star walked by her, grabbing a towel off one of the huge mirrors in the room. He wore only a corset, a black g-string, torn nylon and his platform boots. He wiped the sweat from his tattooed body as he looked her over with mismatched eyes. Smiling nervously, Raven sat on the large couch; trying to look anywhere but at the singer who stared at her. “I've never heard someone sing that song with that much emotion. You made it sound almost as if you were mourning a lover,” he whispered in his rich baritone voice, snatching a bottle of water of the mirror dresser and downing half the bottle in one gulp.
“Well... I... that is,” she stammered suddenly feeling very foolish and exposed. He merely leaned against one of the mirror dressers, giving her a look that said he had all night.
“I-I oh this is fucking hard with you right here,” she snarled, her face flaming from mortification. She was really putting herself on a limb here. What would happen if she told him the depth of her feelings for him? She didn't even know him for fuck's sake! She would just sound like a desperate loser. Still, it looked as if he wasn't going to let her leave until she answered him.
“Iloveyou,” she said in a rush, hoping against hope he hadn't caught what she said. Her whole body went stiff as she looked at the beige carpet under her booted feet, a deep blush on her cheeks.
“Say that again. Slowly,” he purred, his voice low and dangerous sounding. Swallowing around the lump of fear lodged in her throat, she opened her mouth to repeat herself; only making a squeaking noise. Holding her hand against her racing heart, she took a deep breath and tried again.
“I... I love you,” she whispered, her voice sounding utterly defeated as her shoulders slumped. Hunching, she waited for the yelling, for him to kick her out. Her eyes fixed hard on the carpet as she found herself unable to look at him.
“Look at me,” came the soft order, full of warning. Reluctantly, she raised her head to see him glaring at her intensely. She flinched back, thinking the emotion in his eyes was fury at her audacity.
The towering rock star stalked toward her, his heavy boots clumping on the floor loudly. He stopped mere inches from her, looking down at her assessingly. Then his lips were crashing into hers roughly, his right hand entwining in her black hair. Raven was at first surprised by the kiss, then melted, wrapping her pale arms around his neck. He broke the kiss suddenly, panting hard as he straightened.
His eyes burning into hers, he slowly crawled over her on the couch; his black hair falling in a curtain around their faces. “The way you sang to me tonight. I have no doubt that you do love me but do you have any idea just who and what you love?” he snarled at her heatedly, before capturing her lips in a needy kiss. Raven found herself arching into him, gasping into his mouth as arousal rose thickly within her. Growling against her lips, he used a nylon clad knee to open her legs so he could settle between them.
“I want to get to know you better. What's your name?,” he purred huskily, rubbing his clothed arousal against her clothed core. Raven gasped slightly, blushing as her arousal heightened from just that brief contact.
“I'd like that. My name is Raven,” she whispered, licking her lips nervously.
With a wicked smirk on his pale face, Manson kissed her again; his right hand cupping her shirt covered breast. Raven moaned into his mouth, her body helplessly arching into him. She was so lost in her lust for him, she would have let him have her right on the couch if they hadn't been interrupted by a loud knock. With a low growl, the irate star pulled himself from her; his arousal tenting the front of his g-string. “What in the fuck do you want?!” he snarled, flinging the door open to reveal a very abashed looking man wearing thick glasses.
“U-um, w-we're packing up. We'll be leaving in a few minutes,” he announced, earning a furious snarl and a door slammed in his face.
Still glaring, he turned to look at Raven. The pale woman sat up, a look of heartbreak on her face so profound that it almost broke his heart just seeing it. “I'll never see you again,” she whispered, tears rolling down her pale cheeks.
For reasons beyond him, Manson found her tears disturbing. Every clear drop that rolled down her cheeks was like a knife stab to his heart. Not willing to just let things end here, he grabbed a piece of paper and wrote something on it. “Its my number. Call me sometime. I really would like to get to know more about you,” he stated, holding out the small piece of paper. Smiling in a way that made his heart lurch in his chest, the small female took the paper and put it in her pocket. It almost looked as if she didn't believe him. He was about to go to her and reassure her that he was very interested in her when another knock grabbed his attention.
With a frustrated growl, he opened the door to reveal the same timid man from earlier. “I'll be there in a minute!” he snarled, slamming the door in the guy's face again.
“I should go,” Raven whispered, her voice sounding empty and hollow. Manson whirled to face her, his hands clenched at his sides. If only he had more time!
“What's your number?” he asked, having a suspicion that she wouldn't call him.
Smiling almost bitterly, Raven scrawled her number on a piece of paper. Then she walked up to him, looking up into his whitish blue and brown eyes. Wanting just one last kiss, Raven stood on tiptoe and pressed her lips to his. Although the kiss was cautious, it was full of every emotion she felt for the man before her. His hands slowly wrapped around her to her surprise, as he deepened the kiss. His tongue gently caressed hers as he growled into her mouth. A third knock made them break apart. Manson fairly bristled at the door, his arms tightening around her for the briefest of moments.
Raven pulled out of his tight grip, feeling her heart breaking into a million pieces. Shielding herself against the pain and not wanting to linger any longer, Raven fairly ran from the room. She ignored the singer's almost desperate calls for her to come back. 'He just wanted a one night stand,' she reasoned to herself, fighting the tears that threatened to fall.
'Its not as if someone like him would want someone like me. We don't even know each other,' she mentally berated herself as she swiped her tears away angrily. Although she could swear she heard boots running a ways behind her.
Venturing a cautious glance behind herself, she saw Manson approaching at a fast clip; the mousy guy right on his heels. His eyes were fixed on her as he practically ran towards her. A touch of panic shot through her, not ready to encounter him again so soon. With a frightened whimper, she broke into a run; not quite able to ignore the desperate call of her name as he sped up to catch her. “Fuck! Raven! Please! Stop!” he screamed, an odd edge to his voice that nearly made her pause. It almost sounded as if he was desperate to catch up to her.
Her heart cramping painfully, reminding her the reason why she had fled him, she had to stop and lean on a wall. Her hand gripped her chest, her heart refusing to unclench enough so she could get a proper breath. To her horror, she heard the boot steps getting closer and looked up to see he was almost caught up to her. Unable to do more than to back away feebly, Raven took a few steps backward.
He strode up to her swiftly, roughly pulling her into his tattooed arms. His scarred chest heaved as he fought to catch his breath. His arms trembled around her from the exertion he had put himself through to catch her. She tried to pull away half heartedly, earning a breathless growl as he tightened his hold on her. “M'not lettin' you go...till y-you p-promise to call me,” he panted, obviously having trouble catching his breath.
“But, but,” she whimpered, avoiding his intense gaze.
“But... nothing! N-no one's ever h-had that much... feeling for me,” he huffed, not willing to even loosen his grip to lean against a wall.
Raven ducked her head, blushing hotly at the emotion in his voice. Her performance and her last kiss had rocked him quite hard. It almost made her hope foolishly that he did want this to turn into a relationship. “Okay, I promise,” she responded, her eyes going wide as he pulled her into a crushing hug. Still panting, he began to kiss her face gently until he reached her lips. Those he captured roughly, pouring his own emotions into the kiss. Love, confusion, fear and need flowed through the kiss, making her head swim.
“Mr. Manson! We really must go!” came a breathless squeak. Manson stiffened, reluctantly breaking the kiss and resting his head against hers.
“Call me soon,” he whispered, his voice rough. With a final kiss to her forehead, the irate rock star left with the mousy man close on his heels. Raven collapsed against the wall, her fingers resting on her lips in wonder.
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