The Black Bus (Marilyn Manson FanFiction)

Satan Speaks

*Aspen*

After a dramatic couple of days, I really hope things will start getting back to normal. I left Pogo's bunk, and him, behind crawling out to see what the day brought. As per usual, Daisy was passed out across the 'living' room table, cards strewn about the front of the bus. I guess he and Twiggy stayed up again playing poker. I heard a grumble and turned to see Marilyn leaving his room. 

"Hey!" I smiled at him. He still seemed irked by me somehow. He sighed and pulled his fingers through his hair. 

"Aspen...You're....more civil than your sister.." he began. Seeing where this was going, I made way to the table, where Marilyn pushed Daisy into the floor so we could sit. 

"Oww!" Daisy frowned and sprung to his feet. "Dicks" he mumbled and plopped into a bunk. 

"Can you help me...deal with her? I mean, I'm trying everything here. But now with what happened, she won't even let me touch her anymore" 

"You've just got to give her time." I whispered, afraid that anything I said would get back to her somehow, and she'd hate me again. Living in such close quarters was a burden. "Scotland is a very kept-to-herself kind of person. She will tell you what she wants when she feels like it and she will let you know when she's ready, when she's ready and not a minute sooner." 

He sighed and slumped his shoulders against the chair. "I don't know if I can do this.." he uttered. 

A bang on the bus door jolted us. Marilyn turned to stand, placing his hand on the knob, unlocking and twisting the handle. 

A man stood outside, wearing all black with some sort of robe and a cane. Marilyn raised an eyebrow. The man stepped in..

"Pleased to meet you" he nodded and took off his hat that covered his eyes. This man looked old and I didn't know why he was here. Marilyn looked puzzled as well, but also very intrigued. 

*Scotland*

"Pleased to meet you" I heard what sounded like an old man say as I stepped into the main area of the bus. 

"Who the fuck's this guy?" I questioned in an irritable tone. 

"I'm sorry. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Anton Szandor LaVey, headmaster of the Church of Satan. I would love it if Mr Manson would accompany me to my home for discussions." 

Marilyn smiled. "That sounds...interesting. But why do you need me?" 

"I'm curious about you. I have heard your interviews. I'd like us to meld our intellects into a productive meeting. What do you say?" he nodded and placed the hat back on his head. What a fucking psycho. 

"You're not actually going to go to this guy's place are you, Marilyn?"

"Why wouldn't I?" he looked at me, frustrated. 

"Fine. Go get fucking sacrificed for all I care" I muttered. What was he doing? Was he trying to piss me off? 

*Aspen*

I stared at Mr. LaVey. He seemed so energetic and sweet for someone who was the headmaster of a Church of Satan. I was intrigued by him. I smiled as I saw Pogo pull himself out of the bunk. I saw Twiggy peeking out the hole of his, too lazy to get up. I giggled. 

"Do we all get to see this place? I'd like to check it out myself" Pogo added. 

"Why of course! You are all invited!" LaVey told us. 

Pogo placed an arm around my waist. "Alright then." 

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We had arrived outside of what appeared to be an 18th century gothique castle. It was dark, yet strangely inviting.

*Scotland*

By the look on Manson's face, he wasn't happy with me. Why would he be? But when I saw him looking around the castle like some sort of kid in a candy store, I also felt myself smiling. Picking up on this, he pulled me to his side and a smirk spread across my face.

*Aspen*

"Psst" Pogo leaned in to my ear and nudged me. I looked in the direction he leaned his head to and noticed Scotland tight in Marilyn's embrace. I smiled up at Pogo and he leaned down and kissed my cheek.

"Now as you can see, I usually like to keep to myself.." Anton began, "but I am quite interested in what you have to say, Mr. Manson." Anton stopped in the middle of a huge library, propping himself on his cane. A lady appeared and took his hat and jacket from him and Anton nodded for us to sit.

"Now let me explain myself..."