Fucking Black Love (Marilyn Manson Fan-Fic)

The Beginning

//Victoria' p.o.v.://

My mum and I were on this new Christian School. They all can fuck me now... I - I don't believe in God so....what should I do there?! I am a Satanic-Girl - Satan is best! But well, now an old man came to us:" Hello Mrs. Marsden. I am director Watterson." he looked at me:" And you are...?" REALLY?!!! This motherfucking cunt forgot my name?! Thanks mum for this cool and new shit school. "Do you remember the name Victoria?" okay...pure despair. How can it be that such dumb people live on our earth? We went to his office. He sat on an old red armchair and we sat on dirty old chairs. And everywhere hang Jesus...irgh... Mr. Watterson looked at me:"And you changed the school because...?" "Because my mum thinks I should have more contact with 'normal people'..." I don't understand why mum thinks that damn shit. My friends are 'normal' in my opinion and they take care for me when we are going outside. "Well you're lucky. Our school offers many alternatives and here we don't have people like jerks." he had a little smirk in his shit-face. "Oh that's good because she has too much contact with jerks." okay...my mum fucks my life... I looked at her:"Are you motherfucking kidding me?!" "Honey, I only want the best for you and that's this Christian School." okay, now she acts the lovely mum, I understand. "I see..." she's such a daughter of a bitch. I can't believe she does that damn shit to me! I AM HER DAUGHTER!!! She should make me happy and not angry or sad. Mr. Watterson looked at the clock:"Victoria come with me. Somebody can show you the school." He can do it, too, but well I don't care about that anymore. We went to a door. Wow I am such impressed. When he opened the door I held my breath. There sat a boy...he was so...wow and...cute and I don't know what else I can say. The boy tried to make eye contact with me but I was too shy and looked away. I wasn't in love with him but...he looked very sexy with his pale skin, his long black hair and his black clothes. "Victoria, this is Brian. He'll show you the school." Mr.Watterson had a little smirk in his face again. "Hi..." OMFG!!! His voice was divine. I was a bit embarrassed but I tried not to show it:"Hi..." Mr.Watterson looked at us:"Okay...uhm...Brian you know what you should do." He went away. Now we were alone. For me it was very unpleasant. "Tell me something about you." he had a very dark voice. I love that. "I have nothing to tell." I said. "Nevertheless say something." he sounds he was bored. "Well...uhm...my favourite color is black, I smoke...it shouldn't be repulsive so...I can be normal..." he interrupted me:"I like crazy people." I smirked a bit:"Uhm...well, I like Satan, I like Rock and Metal... Is that enough?" I don't know whether I like this attitude. He nod slowly. "Do you want to tell something about you?" I asked. "Yeah...I like Rock and Metal...for me Satan is okay...and I like drinking alcohol but not smoking weed or something else." he said. I nod:"Which bands are you listen to?" "Pink Floyd, Kiss, David Bowie and such like that...You?" yep I love his voice:"Too." Brian got up:"Come..." At the same time we silently walked through the building. Shit, he is so cute when he is quiet. "Why are you so quiet?" he asked me. "I don't know what I can say...and I don't know you so good so..." I answered. Brian put his arm on my shoulder:"You can trust me." Awww that was cute. "Okay." I said and smiled. We walked along the Math-Rooms. They were very small. I don't like that because I am claustrophobic. Brian told me where the P.E.-Rooms were. They were bigger than the Math-Rooms. Then he picked my wrist and walked with me to a closed door. Such impressed. But I had a little goose-fleche​:"And why are we standing here? Do you want to show me the door?" I smirked a bit. Brian looked at me:"I am not a jock who wants to show you his muscles." He opened the door with some barrettes:"Come in." I went in this room and had a sit on a dirty chair. What does he want from me? Am I supposed​ to give him a blow-job? He closed the door and had a sit. I looked at him:"And now?" Brian looked in my eyes:"Small Talk." "And how do you want to begin?" I asked. "You begin with a topic or something else...", he answered. "Or...you ask me something what you want to know about me." I made a suggestion. "Okay...uhm...why are you smoking this shit?" wow that was the first question he asks me...why I am a smoker. He's motherfucking kidding me:"Really? That's your first question?" "Well, I am interested on you...and that's the first thing I wanted to ask you." okay...:"I like it...it relaxes me...that's the reason." "Okay...in a way I expected more..." wtf?! I am not a drug dealer or something else... "Now ask me something." he said. "Are you sick?" I don't know why I wanted to ask him that. Maybe because my other friends are sick. He looked at me like he had a shock:"W-why do you ask me that shit? Don't you like sick people?" okay he is sick. "I like sick people. You know, I am interested on you, too and...I am a person who wants to know everything about the one I like." I said. He smiled a bit:"Yeah well..." his smile was gone "I am a person where the other people say I am dangerous..." I interrupted him:"Why? Because the girls feel like they're raped or shanked if you have sex with them?" Brian began to laugh. Awww... "No because I have aggression problems and such like that." he said it like it wasn't a problem for him but I think it's a problem. "Same here." I showed him my scars on my arm but then my jacket felt down from my shoulders. "What do you have on your chest?" FUCK!!! He saw my scar sign (I wrote with a razor blade 'Call me Satan's Wife') "Uhm...nothing." but it was too late. He pulled my shirt down and read the sentence:"Call me Satan's wife...why did you...?" I interrupted him:"It doesn't care, okay?" Then I saw on his chest the sentence 'Manson the Emperor'. Okay? "Why do you have that sen..." he interrupted me:"I'll tell you that until we are getting closer, okay?" I nod. Then we talked about our hobbies like playing American Football or...watching Horror-movies.