#kristof lazaar

#if i had a nickel for every time matthew goode played a vampire i'd have two nickels #which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice

The Modern Count Draculas'

Characters mentioned: Kristof Lazaar, Carl Morck, Charlie Stoker, Philip Durrant, Bob Evans, Matthew Clairmont, Morton, Declan O'Callaghan

Warnings: Morton is a little dark, Bob has mentions of public sex, and Philip is just ungrateful, otherwise cute and fluffy mostly, and a little sexy! Gender neutral reader.

First Day.

Content: College Class is temporarily on pause after a rapid disease outbreak, and Fall has begun. Y/n gets offered a seasonal job by her father’s boss. A job like no other. She got an offer to plant sit for the season, without being told so. Y/n decided to respect her raging father's decision, as the money would help him out of debt.  Little does Y/n Know, it wasn’t just a seasonal offer.

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You arrived at a strange mansion that was isolated behind a big gate and massive trees. Your father decided to have you babysit his boss's plants for the season. Since summer is over and winter is about to hit. The big man himself refused to let his beautiful garden die, and since you weren’t busy, he desperately needed the money. Your dad offered you up as an option. 

You were middle-class poor. You’re father made enough for you to go to college, but he still needed money for bills and food on the table. You’re father was in deep debt; he owed large amounts of money, and there were sometimes when he couldn’t put food on the table or pay for some of your classes. When he could, he would borrow from his boss. But you’re father never let you know that. 

College was out momentarily, only putting a pause to catch up with the rest of you’re homework, and God forbid your father let his 19-year-old child stay in the house parent-free for the last remaining days of summer. 

What a cruel, unusual punishment.  That’s what you get for learning how to garden with your mother at a young age, becoming interested in bio-life and nature. 

 He was going away on a business trip to partner with Japan and Ukraine with a business deal for Lazar’s empire, leaving you unattended again for the 12th time.

 You refused to go. But Father demanded it; better yet, forced it. It was either accept the job or spend the summer in a boot camp. To sum it up, after arguing, you ultimately chose to accept the job offer. You decided it's way better than being taught a strict religion.

For some reason, he couldn’t trust his wild daughter to stay home alone. 

For Two Reasons: 1. His afraid you'll burn the house down

2. Inviting boys over.  

Two of his worst fears imaginable. You rolled your eyes at your dad’s false assumptions and exaggerations as he helped you with you’re suitcase. 

 You didn't know much about you’re father's boss. But you have met the men on some occasions. He was quiet, strange, and distant, but extremely dark, brooding, and handsome, and never let anyone get close to his personal life. 

He had no wife and no children. It was rumored to be believed he lived alone inside his multi-million dollar mansion, playing chess or reading every hour, and never attending to any social life. 

So, you were nervous about showing a bad impression or embarrassing yourself in this interview process, since you have a habit of being clumsy. 

You walked up the steps of the mansion, the wheels on your suitcase rumbling loudly. The house was eerily dark; it smelled of old books and a rich man with some orange setting lights all around. Even the garden was welcoming. 

You walked in the door and saw Krisof Lazar standing next to the main beautiful staircase decorated with art pieces from the bottom to the top, with a child who seemed to be about 12, who seemed to be swallowing uncontrollably, star-struck, eyes darkening like she saw a threat.   

Lazar tilted his chin, eyes glaring at you up and down. For a second, you could’ve sworn you saw the color of his eyes change and his iris shrink. But you could’ve imagined it. Since you haven't eaten anything since breakfast. 

“Good Evening, Miss Y/n,” Lazar countered, the muscles in his jaw twitching. He stood by the stairs, tall and stiff, emanating a dangerous aura and frightening appearance.  “We are welcome to have you…here…to stay with us.” 

He called you by your name, a nickname your mother gave you before her tragic death. Since then, no one has called you that in years. Not even your impulsive, job-obsessed father. After Mother’s death, he never uttered her name again or anything about her, except you. 

“Thanks,” You replied, and glared at the child, believing that the girl must be his niece. 

She smiled, the dot on her cheek denting in tightly as she held her stare and never broke eye contact with you. 

“Let’s get you settled in, shall we?” 

He respectfully took the suitcases from your hands, brushed his fingers up against your fingers, and walked up the stairs toward a spare room on the left. on the far side of the house. Away from the other rooms and the downstairs front door. The room was located down a narrow, golden, clean, spotless hallway. 

The room was decorated princess-style and painted in rose gold with a queen-size bed with private curtains. 

“We didn’t know what you would like. So, we left it alone and decided to let you choose,” he explained, his voice sharp, deep, and dangerous. Lying the bags on the ground. “Abigail prefers classic colors, anyways.”

Abigail. Must be the little girl's name. 

“I love classic colors too,” You lied, glaring around the room, holding the rest of your stuff. You were more of a dark, soft punk girl. 

Your heart melted at the sight of everything. You couldn’t believe your eyes and what you were seeing. 

You looked back at Mr. Lazar, and he turned quickly, gritting his teeth, biting himself, like he was struggling with something. 

You reach for him in worry. “Mr. Lazar, are you okay?” 

“I’m fine,” he countered, straightening up, avoiding eye contact with you. 

He reaches inside his pocket, pulling out a cream-colored paper from inside his coat. 

“Here are some ground rules for you to follow. You aren’t allowed to attend any other room after midnight. The kitchen is closed till 7 am. No guests unless authorized by me first.

 You are allowed to take a break if you prefer. But you must do your chores weekly and keep up with the garden daily. No shortcuts and no messiness. And keep the curtains shut at all times during the early hours of the day. My assistant will attend to and supervise your work to let me know it's done correctly. 

If any of these rules are broken, there will be consequences for your actions.”

You watched as he read off the rules without a single catch of breath. You watch the set of his deep blue ocean eyes, concentrating on the list. 

“Are you allergic to the sun?” You blurted. 

“Something similar to it,” he replied, keeping a straight face. He was ghastly pale, thin behind comparison, yet strangely beautiful and hot. 

“Is there a dinner schedule, too?” You joked, trying to ease the tension rippling through you. 

“You could access the kitchen whenever you like before 10 pm. After 10, the kitchen will be off limits till 7 am,” he mentioned. 

“Is there a reason?”

“Yes, an important one, love, if you want to remain here,” he admitted. 

You find all the rules to be silly and strange. Yet! Annoying, you didn't want to work. You wanted to shop and hang out with your friends, not spend the end of summer stuck in the house. 

For the next few hours, he  toured you around the house. He stops at each door, explaining in detail about every room. 

Before leaving the room, he turns around to hand you the keys. The key was accessible throughout the entire house, except for two rooms in particular: His office and the basement. You closed your bedroom door, scoping the serecny out as you sild down the door, hitting the carpet. 

Your staying in a house with a weird creepy family. What could possible go wrong. 

The walls were now painted a different color after about a hour or so. 

   You breathe. Finish.

 After spending hours rearranging the room and painting the way you wanted. The room finally felt vibey and chill. Just your kinda comfort. 

  Your stomach rumbled.starving for something to eat. 

You haven’t eaten all day and it was 10 pm after and you spent the entire time  rearrganging your room. It was too late to cook, so decide  to order door dash. You took out your phone. your thumbs clicking on the red door dash app and you ordered mcdonalds. 

A little while later,  you arrived outside to retrieved your doordash. You checked inside your bag to make sure the order you received was correct. 

Fuck… You mutterd out loud. They forgot your large drink, Your regular coke. 

You sighed, throwing your head back. 

You walk queitly to the forbidden kitcken, checking your surroundings to make sure lazar wasn’t around and searched the firigde for something to drink.

The fridge was stocked with bunch of sodas and food, you didn’t know what to choose between, so, you decided to grab a grape soda. You began to hear shuffilng noise behind you. When you looked back, there was no one there. 

Goosbumps rose onto your skin as you began to feel unsettled. You Began to feel like you’re being watch. Like someone was slowly undressing you with their eyes. 

You stuffed your face and sat on the couch, and fell asleep. It was three am when you finally awoke and you could hear a growl, a inhuman growl coming from in front of you.

 It was pitch black in the front room, no lights, no tv on, no fireplace and the windows were boarded up. Only the sound of growling could be heard. 

“Who’s there?” you asked, heart racing. 

“I thought I told you to stay in your room?” said a voice. The voice you knew all to well. It was Lazar’s. But you couldn’t see him. 

“I was Hungry, i haven’t eaten all day,” You replied, feeling feral like something coming over you. 

“I could say the same,” he seethed, his breath fanning over your cheeks. 

“Why are you hiding in the shadows?” 

“I have too,”

“Come out from hiding, I want to see you,” 

“NO,” 

“Why Not?” 

“You wouldn’t like what you see, You’ll die of fright after one glance,” he repiled, a rumbling noise could be heard, ripping through the silence. 

“What do you?- 

“Silecne,” he growled, shaking everything in the living room. “You asked to many questions.” 

You swallowed, afraid to say anything else, but you couldn’t help but ask this one question as you hesitated for a moment. 

“Are you going hurt me?” 

Silence. 

“I promise your father I wouldn’t. But you did break one of my rules. And since he left you in my care and gave me ownership over you, I’ll say that earns you a punishment.” 

Your heart raced, your palms sweated as you went over his words. Ownership. 

“Ownership??” 

“To pay off your generational debt, you’re father sold you to me as food, company, or as one of my employees. I could make you do what I want you to do when I choose. You're MINE." HE growl.

“What?? HE wouldn’t,” you cried, throat swelling up. 

“But he did,” he stated coldly. 

You shuffled around the couch, trying to find a weapon you could use, but before you could escape. Your body weakens. 

“Shh, relax, I’m not going to hurt you,” he whispered as he crawled closer to you. 

You began to fall under some sort of spell. you laid back down, lightly glue to the couch. The couch began to shifted with movement as you felt the weightness of it. 

Suddenly, a moan escape your lips, feeling the wetness of his tongue slipping inside of you. You could feel his strength as he grip your thighs, as his large head kept your legs apart.