Mary Drown – Ultima Online

Life Decisions…

June 16, 2014 by

I awoke in my bed alone; bits of Marius still remained in my room. He left his shirt at the foot of my bed. I smiled softly and reached to it, bringing it close to my face I took a deep breath, it still smelled of him. I got up and wore his shirt while walking through my apartment. I sat on my sofa and picked up my guitar. I softly picked the strings and created new and beautiful melodies. Hours passed until my front door opened to reveal my oldest and best friend, Lestat.

The grin on his face illuminated my living room and was contagious. I smiled brightly to him as he sat beside me and kissed my cheek. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders as he always did and listened to my music a bit more before we spoke…

“Obviously, Marius was here last night, with the shirt and loud noises Louie and I heard.” I laughed and nodded, “Yes, I was so angry at him, for making me lose Jace, until I saw his eyes. Lestat I’ve never seen him so scared, so, vulnerable, it broke my heart.” Lestat nodded slowly, “He has a lot to fear, as do we all. The days to come will be hard, trying, and down right…stupid.” I sighed and rested my head on his shoulder. “He asked me to marry him again, to be his wife.” Lestat smiled to me, “What did you tell him?” I sat up straight and looked at Lestat with wide eyes, “I did what any girl in my situation could do, I diverted the question and made love to him!” Lestat’s laugh rang through the apartment and his arm fell from my shoulders.

World Tour, Paris, France

April 5, 2014 by

After weeks of putting off my concerts I finally managed to get Jace to come to with me to Earth. When we stepped through the portal in Paris his eyes were wide with shock. I envied him at that moment; my first reaction to this place wasn’t as eye opening as his was. He clung to my arm as I walked him to the hotel were we would stay, The Le Royal Monceau-Raffles Paris. He refused to leave my side which didn’t bother me one bit. I loved him deeply, and would give him the world if he asked for it. With Jace I now realized how Marius felt about me, I can’t fault him anymore.

Lestat and I had a concert that night scheduled in Paris. While I loved my dear Lestat’s homeland it was not my favorite place, no, that story will come later. I took Jace shopping for clothes suitable to travel with me and my rock star life. Mostly black, which for his depressed life suited him well. When we returned to our hotel suite I spiked his hair, and colored the tips white, he helped me paint my nails black and also my hair. I never appeared on stage in my normal golden locks, no, that was too lively for my music. Black hair, that was the Mary Drown the Earthlings knew and loved. I dressed in my favorite black jeans and black leather boots, and a simple black t-shirt that showed off my perfect belly. Small silver chains hung from my pants and my studded belt. I wore the red jewels Marius had given me. I was ready.

New Orleans Nights

March 16, 2014 by

Life on Sosaria can be dull and quite boring. But for nineteen years I made due with that simple life. After Marius had turned me, I left for Earth, met Lestat, and made a wonderful career in music. After well over a decade of it, then returning home to rekindle my love affair with Marius, I find myself back in the big easy with Lestat. It has been quite a few years since he and I have traveled here together. I love the lights, I love the people, and I love the night life. Here we did not have to hide our affliction. Here we could walk openly with our fangs bared and skin paled. Mortals would pretend and act the part and none would be the wiser of us. Oh how I enjoyed it.

But I bet you are questioning the reason I am here now and not beside my dear beloved Marius? I shall tell you why. I met a man by the name of Rorik, in a quiet Jhelom tavern. We spoke of music, life, and a good time. I enjoyed the mortal man’s company greatly, so I had offered to see him again if he wished. One night we met again, and he helped me on a quest with my barding. I took him to the Bloody Brew, our Tavern in the Lair. We spoke for quite a few hours until Marius and his wife Pandora entered. I began to worry slightly, I knew Marius had become quite attached to me, and I could feel his anxiety about Rorik. But was it so wrong for me to make a new friend?

Always a Thrill…

December 11, 2013 by

Days after Marius pulled me from that cell; I was dragged back into the recording studio with Lestat. I could not help but laugh at my childish best friend. In the one week I was locked away he wrote a whole new album of music for us both. I was glad that he did, it gave me something to focus on other then a nagging in the back of my head that was Marius. Lestat and I sat in the booth and recorded all the instrumentals first, and then meshed it all together, and then we sang. I love singing with him, he has such a unique style to his voice that mirrors mine so beautifully. We were perfect together, musically anyway. He could never be anymore to me then my best friend and confidant.

Controlling the Thirst….

December 7, 2013 by

I’ve never been so pissed off in my life. I thought Marius simply turning me, then making me his mistress, and then suddenly flipping around and refusing to touch me was bad enough. No, he goes and sticks me in a damned 4 x 4 cell; no light, no sound, and I can’t even have my music to occupy me! With this damned bond, I can feel his emotions. He’s upset he stuck me in here, what the fuck Marius! YOU stuck ME in the cell! Get over it! I’m the one that’s mad!! What else could I do, I sang. I sang every heartbreaking, emotional, heart pulling song I knew in my head. I felt his distress and I felt his want to let me out of there. Yeah, let me out of here Marius, you’ll be the first one I bite!

Drown in Sorrow

November 23, 2013 by

I grew up a simple life in the town called Minoc. My father was a prominent public figure. A Proud Governor and business man. My Mother was a simple woman with a love for music. I was born December 19^th, in our Estate outside of town. The first child of the Drown family, and my father’s pride and joy. I was doted upon by the entire town. Jokes were made that I should have been the little princess! Mother started teaching me music really young. She sang to me every day, and every night before I went to sleep. I loved her so much.

By the time I reached ten I was along side mother playing her piano, and the lute, and the flute. I sang loud and performed little shows for mom and dad. Daddy asked me to start playing and singing for those visitors that would come every week to talk business. Oh how I loved it all. the bright warming smiles, the applause at the end of my little show. Vibrant, so alive I was at that age. How I wish I could go back to those days, where I am loved, where I am safe and nothing could hurt me.