The Noose (A Perfect Circle/Marilyn Manson Fanfic)

Sleeping Beauty

Maynard awoke, sweat drenched and his heart ached as soon as he looked to the empty side of the bed. *she's gone* he thought and pressed it in the back of his mind, like he did most things. He went to work in the studio. Coming across the tracks to place on the new album, he heard her voice.

***

I stretched and Jeordie ran in attacking my sides. I rolled over into Manson who was still half asleep. He smiled at the sight of both of us. I wrapped an arm around his and screamed "help!" playfully as Jeordie attacked me.

Manson climbed over me and the two wrestled on top of me. "Woohoo! do it! do it!"

"you wish" Jeordie was pinned under Manson.

"well, this is hot" I grinned.

Manson leaned down and kissed Jeordie on the lips.

"ok I'm appeased." I smiled and hugged them both. Jeordie's hand rubbed my back as he hugged me.

****

It had been about a month of me staying with Manson. I knew not to get too close to him. I've heard stories and already should have known. I tried my best to deflect him, but it wasn't working. I was so in love with Jeordie more and more every day. When Manson was gone doing whatever it is he does, I would spend time with Jeordie watching Star Wars reruns and scary movies and just talking about nerdy stuff while he played guitar. He actually seemed genuinely concerned about me and what I was into. 

It wasn't that I didn't like Manson, but I was just waiting for him to deceive me. And I would still be pissed if he did. 

He started getting more and more fucked up every night at a different club doing different drugs. I finally decided to go. I put on my best outfit and got Jeordie to help me with makeup. 

"Why are you doing this?" he asked as he applied lipstick and smeared it off to the side like he always did. 

"I deserve to know. And I'm gonna find out. It doesn't matter either way....." I trialed off and looked down, trying not to cry. 

Jeordie grabbed both my shoulders and shook me to look at him. 

"What would you do if I wasn't here anymore?" I asked. 

He frowned. "What do you mean by that?"

I sighed. "Nothing" 

He pulled me to his face and looked me dead in the eye. "Don't do anything stupid....please" 

I shrugged him off and headed towards the door, grabbing my coat. "I'll be back"

***

I entered "The Cell" The club where I first ran into Manson and Twiggy. I looked over by the table where he usually sat and then asked a bouncer. "do you know where Marilyn Manson is?" 

The guy grunted and leaned his head to the left, indicating behind the curtain. Oh, that's lovely. 

I stepped behind the curtain and there was a room filled with smoke and beer bottles and topless and naked girls and the stench of sweat and alcohol. I curled up my nose in disgust. Around the corner, I could see someone up against the wall and a girl going down on him. 

Manson. 

I stood and sharpened my eyes on him as some girl was giving him head. He didn't even seem to notice. He was snorting cocaine from his pinky fingernail. 

"Hey boo" I said nonchalantly walkin up right next to him. He dropped his head down, his eyes rolling around in his head. What a disaster.

His mouth laid agape for a minute. "Oh!" he looked down and gasped. "I'm sorry..I was in the middle of something..." he chuckled. 

"What a jerk" I huffed and began t walk off. 

"Wait! Don't leave me" he walked towards me, pulling the chick to the ground with him. He leaned me up against the wall. His breath was monstrous and his hair was stringy with sweat. 

"Why do you enjoy this?" I asked and wiped his face with my hand.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" he questioned, sadness in his eyes. "I don't know why i do the things that I...do. I just....do" 

I sighed and reached down to put him back in his pants and zip him up. "Come on. I'll take you home" 

He wrapped his arm around my neck and I helped bring him back to the car. 

"I'm sorry...." he murmured and hiccuped in the back of the limo with me. He tried to lean in to me and breath on to my ear.

"Don't patronize me, please. I thought you cared about me. But you don't. You're jus tlike him..." 

"Dont! No! I am NOT." he argued, slapping himself in the face to sober up. 

I scooted away from him and he placed a hand on my leg. "You knew how I was from the beginning. I made sure you didn't see it. I didn't put you through that. You came and found it. I'm sorry. I wanted to be different for you... "

A tear fell down my cheek. "It's whatever..." 

He leaned in and kissed my cheek where the tear trickled off. "I do care about you" 

"it doesn't matter anyways...I won't be here much longer..." 

He stared at me confused and frowned. 

"Just stay away from me for a while okay?" 

**

We finally reached the house again after an awkward drive. Jeordie was waiting on the couch. "Are you okay?!" he ran up and asked me, my makeup messed up. 

"I'm fine..." I slid into his arms. "Take me to your room"

He darted his eyes at Manson, who shut the door and plopped onto the couch.

Jeordie placed me on his bed and ran to the bathroom to grab a wet towel. He patted my face. "What happened?"

"Well, Manson was being Manson. Doing coke behind the curtains and getting his dick sucked.." 

"I'm sorry..." Jeordie sat next to me on the bed and let me rest my head on his shoulder. I couldn't take it anymore. In his arms it felt  safe enough to cry and he wouldn't judge me. 

I placed my arms around him and stroked his back as I cried. "It's okay, Cara. I've got you" he breathed. 

I finally fell asleep in his arms.