The Devil knows my Name
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Singers/Bands/Musicians › Marilyn Manson
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
2,132
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know Marilyn Manson. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Bella Kiss
People were running around screaming and yelling on the backstage like crazy when explosions went off on the stage. Twiggy Ramirez staggered to the dressing room with his smashed guitar and plopped down into a chair.
“What happened?” asked a young woman with long dark hair. She was looking around, counting the incoming rockers. Some of them needed medical attention and others just sedatives. Marilyn Manson was cursing everyone to hell and threatened to sue that bastard who had overdone with the pyrotechnics.
“Half the stage blow up,” said Twiggy and started to snicker. “Gosh, Jackie, you look sooooooooo beautiful,” he leered which made her think he had a concussion.
“Where is Ginger?” asked Jackie and looked around. The drummer was not in sight. Twiggy was still staring her cleavage that hovered under his nose.
“Ginger? Um, he is here somewhere,” he murmured and was about to go after her breasts when Jackie hurried away. She ran to the wrecked stage where the band had rehearsed for the next concert. Some people were putting out fires and others were trying to save the equipment.
“Ginger!” called Jackie and looked at the drum set that was scattered around. “Oh, God!” she cried as she saw him laying down and bleeding. Jackie rushed to his side and gently turned him over. Ginger opened his dazed eyes and looked at the angel cuddling him. He recognized her and tried to smile but everything hurt.
“Someone call paramedics!” she yelled at people who hadn’t noticed him on the ground. She was angry with them for that. Ginger turned around in her lap, resting his face against her belly and hugging her waist with one good arm. Jackie looked at him curling around her and smiled sadly. He always got hurt.
Finally some paramedics arrived and took a look at Ginger and said he had to be taken to the hospital. Jackie went with him because Ginger was reluctant to let her go.
***
Jackie was sitting next to sleeping Ginger and tried to will the tears back but she couldn’t. She had seen him getting hurt too many times and she wished she could just erase all those times. Injuries were taking its toll and Jackie just couldn’t look in other way any more. Sniffing, she leaned down and kissed his forehead before walking out of the room.
Rushing into the corridor she bumped into someone who apologized to her immediately. Jackie looked up, tears running down her cheeks.
“Did I hurt you?” asked the man with bleached hair. Jackie shook her head and wiped away her tears.
“I’m sorry if I…” he started again.
“No, it’s just… Oh, I need to sit down,” she said and took a seat in the corridor. He sat next to her and introduced himself as John. Jackie smiled sweetly. He must have forgotten her. They had met two years ago before he left Marilyn’s band.
“Jackie Astoria,” she said and it seemed he knew her because he asked if Ginger was in the hospital that had made her cry. Jackie nodded and the tears were welling in her hazel eyes again. John drew her into a hug, giving her a shoulder to cry on. She was so fragile between his arms when she sobbed quietly. He stroked her back to soothe the shivering and felt rather good when a little angelic kitten was clutching to him but Jackie belonged to Ginger.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she apologized and looked at the mess she had caused, “I, ah, should get back to the hotel,” she said in a whisper and looked up. John was staring back at her with those beautiful brown eyes and she was lost in the moment.
***
Back in the hotel, Jackie was trying to fall asleep while listening to Apocalyptica. She was in the middle of the album “Worlds Collide” when she started to hear guitar strumming that didn’t belong there. Getting up from bed, she turned off the music center and listened. It came from the corridor. Frowning, she pulled over a light robe and went to check who played guitar in the middle of the night on a hotel floor that was supposed to be vacant for her use only.
A door in the end of the corridor was ajar. Jackie was about to knock when she noticed a man sitting in an armchair and playing a Fender.
“You came,” he said quietly and looked up while his fingers still flew over the strings, bringing a sad tune to life.
“You didn’t let me sleep,” murmured Jackie and stepped closer. She was fascinated of his custom made guitar. John noticed that and hid his grin when he asked if she wanted to try. He picked up his guitar set it aside for a moment and motioned her to sit on his lap, saying he wouldn’t bite. Jackie raised her elegant brows at that but the curiosity got the best of her. She wanted to try the Fender and if John didn’t want to let it out of his hands, then fine.
Jackie sat carefully into his lap and soon forgot the discomfort when John placed his guitar between her hands. John’s arms were reaching around her to guide her hands but soon Jackie took over and showed her hidden talent to him with playing a quick melody he didn’t recognize. He smiled proudly and let his arms rest on her thighs. She wasn’t paying any attention to him when she was having some fun.
“Where did you learned that?” he asked when she finished the little experiment on his Fender. Jackie turned her head a little to look at him and found him very close to her.
“I had a choice – to learn how to play a piano or a guitar,” she said, “So I chose both,” she added with a happy shrug. John took the Fender off her hands and set it aside to have her entirely for himself. She looked at him with big innocent eyes and waited his next move.
“That was clever,” he complimented her, raising a tentative hand to brush away a loose strand from her lovely doll face. His thumb caressed her soft cheek when he tucked the chocolate brown lock behind her ear. Jackie shivered when his hand traveled down her neck and went behind her head. She had anticipated that but when John leaned closer and kissed her sweetly on her lips, she let out a small moan.
John ended the kiss and looked at her gorgeously flushed face. Her eyes were glazed over and her pink lips were yearning for more.
“Good night,” he wished with a smile and Jackie stood up. John already missed her body heat when cold crept closer but he couldn’t take advantage of her or Ginger.
“Good night,” she said and walked out of his hotel room.
“What happened?” asked a young woman with long dark hair. She was looking around, counting the incoming rockers. Some of them needed medical attention and others just sedatives. Marilyn Manson was cursing everyone to hell and threatened to sue that bastard who had overdone with the pyrotechnics.
“Half the stage blow up,” said Twiggy and started to snicker. “Gosh, Jackie, you look sooooooooo beautiful,” he leered which made her think he had a concussion.
“Where is Ginger?” asked Jackie and looked around. The drummer was not in sight. Twiggy was still staring her cleavage that hovered under his nose.
“Ginger? Um, he is here somewhere,” he murmured and was about to go after her breasts when Jackie hurried away. She ran to the wrecked stage where the band had rehearsed for the next concert. Some people were putting out fires and others were trying to save the equipment.
“Ginger!” called Jackie and looked at the drum set that was scattered around. “Oh, God!” she cried as she saw him laying down and bleeding. Jackie rushed to his side and gently turned him over. Ginger opened his dazed eyes and looked at the angel cuddling him. He recognized her and tried to smile but everything hurt.
“Someone call paramedics!” she yelled at people who hadn’t noticed him on the ground. She was angry with them for that. Ginger turned around in her lap, resting his face against her belly and hugging her waist with one good arm. Jackie looked at him curling around her and smiled sadly. He always got hurt.
Finally some paramedics arrived and took a look at Ginger and said he had to be taken to the hospital. Jackie went with him because Ginger was reluctant to let her go.
***
Jackie was sitting next to sleeping Ginger and tried to will the tears back but she couldn’t. She had seen him getting hurt too many times and she wished she could just erase all those times. Injuries were taking its toll and Jackie just couldn’t look in other way any more. Sniffing, she leaned down and kissed his forehead before walking out of the room.
Rushing into the corridor she bumped into someone who apologized to her immediately. Jackie looked up, tears running down her cheeks.
“Did I hurt you?” asked the man with bleached hair. Jackie shook her head and wiped away her tears.
“I’m sorry if I…” he started again.
“No, it’s just… Oh, I need to sit down,” she said and took a seat in the corridor. He sat next to her and introduced himself as John. Jackie smiled sweetly. He must have forgotten her. They had met two years ago before he left Marilyn’s band.
“Jackie Astoria,” she said and it seemed he knew her because he asked if Ginger was in the hospital that had made her cry. Jackie nodded and the tears were welling in her hazel eyes again. John drew her into a hug, giving her a shoulder to cry on. She was so fragile between his arms when she sobbed quietly. He stroked her back to soothe the shivering and felt rather good when a little angelic kitten was clutching to him but Jackie belonged to Ginger.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she apologized and looked at the mess she had caused, “I, ah, should get back to the hotel,” she said in a whisper and looked up. John was staring back at her with those beautiful brown eyes and she was lost in the moment.
***
Back in the hotel, Jackie was trying to fall asleep while listening to Apocalyptica. She was in the middle of the album “Worlds Collide” when she started to hear guitar strumming that didn’t belong there. Getting up from bed, she turned off the music center and listened. It came from the corridor. Frowning, she pulled over a light robe and went to check who played guitar in the middle of the night on a hotel floor that was supposed to be vacant for her use only.
A door in the end of the corridor was ajar. Jackie was about to knock when she noticed a man sitting in an armchair and playing a Fender.
“You came,” he said quietly and looked up while his fingers still flew over the strings, bringing a sad tune to life.
“You didn’t let me sleep,” murmured Jackie and stepped closer. She was fascinated of his custom made guitar. John noticed that and hid his grin when he asked if she wanted to try. He picked up his guitar set it aside for a moment and motioned her to sit on his lap, saying he wouldn’t bite. Jackie raised her elegant brows at that but the curiosity got the best of her. She wanted to try the Fender and if John didn’t want to let it out of his hands, then fine.
Jackie sat carefully into his lap and soon forgot the discomfort when John placed his guitar between her hands. John’s arms were reaching around her to guide her hands but soon Jackie took over and showed her hidden talent to him with playing a quick melody he didn’t recognize. He smiled proudly and let his arms rest on her thighs. She wasn’t paying any attention to him when she was having some fun.
“Where did you learned that?” he asked when she finished the little experiment on his Fender. Jackie turned her head a little to look at him and found him very close to her.
“I had a choice – to learn how to play a piano or a guitar,” she said, “So I chose both,” she added with a happy shrug. John took the Fender off her hands and set it aside to have her entirely for himself. She looked at him with big innocent eyes and waited his next move.
“That was clever,” he complimented her, raising a tentative hand to brush away a loose strand from her lovely doll face. His thumb caressed her soft cheek when he tucked the chocolate brown lock behind her ear. Jackie shivered when his hand traveled down her neck and went behind her head. She had anticipated that but when John leaned closer and kissed her sweetly on her lips, she let out a small moan.
John ended the kiss and looked at her gorgeously flushed face. Her eyes were glazed over and her pink lips were yearning for more.
“Good night,” he wished with a smile and Jackie stood up. John already missed her body heat when cold crept closer but he couldn’t take advantage of her or Ginger.
“Good night,” she said and walked out of his hotel room.