Hey everyone, I decided to post a Godric story finally. I've been wanting to make one for so long, but I refused to start it without an original plot. Now I believe I have one, so I decided to start it. Of course I'm a believer that his life on True Blood was way too short lived :) If I miss any details, please feel free to KINDLY let me know. Otherwise, enjoy.
Crystal sat in the passenger's seat of the Chevy Tahoe SUV quietly, gazing out the window with her forest green eyes. A sigh left her lips involuntarily, causing her mother to glance over at her.
"Ay mija, do you have to look so down? Can you not find any happiness in this move?" Maria, her mother, asked, her words thickly lined with a hispanic accent.
Crystal didn't reply, and as their truck emerged from the tunnel they were driving through, she recoiled from the window that poured in endless amounts of sunlight. She had a natural distaste for daylight as long as she could remember. There was nothing pleasant about the sun to her, it was a hot burning ball of gas. What could be pleasant about that?
Maria reached over and placed her hand over Crystal's, although she kept her eyes on the road. "You'll learn to love it here, Dallas is so bright and warm—"
"Mami I hate sunlight."
"Hush!" Maria snatched her hand away, instantly angered by her daughter's statement. "Our ancestors gave up lives to keep our sun rising every morning, and we must respect it. Abuela would be turning in her grave if she heard you say that." Her hands tightened around the steering wheel as the tension grew thick in the air.
Crystal remembered the memory of her abuela, her grandmother. Back in Mexico, abuela would force Crystal up at 5am every morning to give thanks to Mother Moon and Father Sun. They would sing songs and welcome in the dawn of a new day along with the other neighbors in their small reservation. She missed that, the closeness of the community, the language, the history behind all the artifacts her grandmother had on display in their small home.
Fast forward only a year and Crystal's life was filled with her grandmother's death, her mother's boyfriend becoming her fiancé in record time, and the packing of her life to move to Dallas, Texas.
"Texas…" Crystal thought silently to herself, "Couldn't we have gone to at least Arizona for fucks sake?"
The truck came to a pause in front of their new home. It was large, suburban, and one of those houses that looked like every other one on the block. Complete with a white picket fence that surrounded the yard. Maria's assortment of potted plants already adorned the front porch, and Richard, her fiancé, came bounding out of the home, his arms open wide.
"Ah, you made it just in time to try this new recipe I have been working on for the restaurant." Richard came and kissed Maria lightly on her lips. Crystal tried to discreetly slip away, but to no avail.
"Crystal! I have your room all ready, you'll love it." Richard came over to her, kissing her forehead. Not wanting to rain on his parade, she forced a convincing smile before replying,
"I'm sure I will. I need to use the restroom." She excused herself and entered the home. Immediately she was met with the smell of rich seasoning and cologne, which was foreign to her nose that was so used to the smell of fry bread and chili. She dashed up the wooden stairs that groaned with her light but determined footsteps and curiously ventured down the hallway, looking in each room until she stumbled upon a bedroom she assumed was her own.
The walls were a deep crimson and there was a decent full-sized bed in the center, covered with a black comforter. She was surprised at how the room seemed to suit her tastes. Crystal tossed her duffel bag onto the bed and wandered around the room. The walls were nearly filled with what appeared to be tribal masks from different countries. On the dresser there were hand-made statues of elephants, wolves, giraffes, lions, and other wildlife. Her mother had told her Richard was a freelance journalist, but she didn't know he was an extensive traveler.
"Mija! Ven aqui!" Maria called up the stairs, jarring Crystal from her exploration. She hurried downstairs and followed the cheery voices in conversation until she reached the kitchen.
"Richard has offered to show us around the area, would you care to join us?" Maria was glowing as she sat on the counter, her hands folded in her lap and a wide smile on her face.
"No thanks," Crystal noticed her mother's face fall instantly, so she thought of a lie quickly, "I was actually going to go check out the University of Dallas campus. I was thinking about enrolling in the fall." Maria's expression brightened.
"Oh mija, I am so proud of you." Maria hopped off the counter and walked over to her daughter, taking both of her hands in her own. "Abuela would be so proud. Do you need to be dropped off?" She asked.
"Nonsense, the girl is nineteen years old, she can take my old Honda Accord." Richard placed a lid over the pot he was stirring and came over, tossing the keys out of his pocket to Crystal and wrapping his arms around Maria's waist.
"She doesn't have a Texas license Richard—"
"The campus isn't too far, what would it hurt?"
Maria gave him an apprehensive look, narrowing her eyes. He gave her waist a squeeze and kissed her lips, washing her doubts away, at least for the moment.
"We will be home in an hour or two." Richard nodded to Crystal before leading Maria down the hall and turning around with a wink.
"He's totally kissing my ass…" Crystal murmured to herself, she tossed the car keys up in the air and caught them with a sly smirk, "And I love it." She rushed outside and hopped in the gold Honda Accord, running her hands across the leather seating, adrenaline coursing through her veins. The car revved up without a hitch and she took off down the street.
She knew there was no way she was going to visit the University of Dallas. Her heart had been set on the University of Arizona since she was a kid, and that wasn't changing just because her mother decided she was lovestruck by some chef in Dallas. This move was temporary to her, soon she would be around nothing but open roads, deserts, and wilderness.
As her mind was occupied with thoughts of her future, she became distracted in her driving and wandered off of the main road of shops and restaurants, and into an unfamiliar neighborhood. Crystal slowed her driving as she looked around curiously, every home was different, eccentric. Suddenly, she slowed to a stop in front of a modern looking home. The shades were drawn, and it appeared empty, she would have thought it was abandoned if not for the immaculate upkeep and black Lexus parked out front.
"Sweet house…" She put the car in park. A lot of famous people lived in Dallas, maybe this was Bill Gates' home? He was the inventor of Microsoft after all, wouldn't his home be uber modern? Not like she cared for computer nerds, but he was the closest thing to a famous person and she had never met one before.
Curiosity got the best of her and she emerged from her vehicle, closing the door gently. She walked up the driveway, hearing the gravel crunch beneath her Converse sneakers. Once she knocked upon the door, however an odd feeling coursed through her body. It was as though she lacked control over her own actions, it was never like her to wander up to a stranger's home as she was doing.
She knocked again, but there was no answer. No rustle of footsteps within the home that she could hear. Nothing.
Finally, Crystal pulled herself away from the door, hurrying back into her car and closing the door abruptly. There was something strange about that home, and she would be damned if she didn't figure out what it was.
