Lazar's Pollypocket

Content: continued by The Housemaid. 

Prompt: Don’t Answer the Door.

 College classes are 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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The night chill made you shiver in you’re boots as you snuggled in your housecoat, following the little girl named Abigail on an autumnal path that was created in the backyard. You hated the winter cold but are fond of Autumn. Everyone thought it was weird of you to hate one cold season and love the other. But that’s how it has always been, even you’re mother had the same feeling about it before her passing. 

It was 9:00 when Abigail knocked on your door, and a minute later, and requested that you follow her. She wanted to show you a surprise, though she didn’t express it with the glee that any normal child would. Living with her was like living with a ghost. She is quiet. Respectful. And never loud. It was as if she didn’t exist at all. You never even saw her come out of her room to the kitchen, either for a snack or for water, just pure absentee.

When she did appear from her little world, she did it silently, like a mouse. 

You followed her wearing nothing but you’re housecoat and house shoes. It has been weeks since you’re last encounter with Lazar on the couch, you felt scared, a little bit of abandonment. The space between your legs felt empty, missing the touch of a creature you couldn’t see. 

You wanted him again, you wanted him bad, like a snake wanting its prey. You loved him, you didn’t like the feeling to be, only that… you loved him. He hasn’t spoken to you in over 7 weeks, and for 90 days, he has been busy attending to his drug business. Or secretly ruling this country in the shadows. 

“Hurry, before he comes back,” the little strange girl whispered, walking faster and swiftly. 

Come back, back from work perhaps, to play with me. You thought but didn’t say it out loud. Instead, “wait for whom to come back?” 

She continued to look forward, walking down the steep steps, pasting the pool, onto the autumn path as she said quietly but clearly enough to hear. “Father.” 

You swallowed. Your heart beat at a rapid pace, and your palms grew sweaty at the mention of his name. Why are you afraid? There’s nothing to be afraid of. 

“Oh,” You muttered, growing restless. Even though you already knew the answer. 

As you two approached a small house, which was far away from the modern manor mansion in the back. You felt relieved that you two had made it. The place was cozy, surrounded by the nature of autumn, its fallen leaves creating a path up to the doorsteps of the house. 

“It’s this the surprise?” You smiled, suppressing a giggle, like it was some former joke, but Abigail bypassed it, opening the door wider for you to view inside, though she stayed beside the doorframe, not stepping a foot in. 

“It’s a gift from father.” 

You’re heart erupted with grief and heartbreak after those five words. Abigail lifts her chin, her eyes soften with confusion as if she heard the sound of your heart shattered. It wasn’t the fact that you were ungrateful.  In fact, you were. The place was beautiful, and anyone would be happy to be gifted with a space of their own, a roof over their head. But your home is HIM.

There’s no warmth without him. No shallow light to throw a blanket over your shadows without him. There was Nothing. 

Even though it was a bloodthirsty creature with no name. It left you wanting more. After that haunting encounter, you never saw him again. Never felt him again. The thought of being away from the house, even if it’s just a mere distance away, felt wrong. Felt empty and shameful. 

“It’s father’s way of saying welcome to the new beginnings of you’re life.” 

“Does he always leave his guests gifts?” You asked, with a slight ting of jealousy.

The thought of his absence and never showing up to express his feelings for you rose the anger within the pit of your soul; you couldn’t understand why. You just know you wanted to kill or hurt someone to gain his attention, to see his reaction. 

She lowered her eyes, gestured for you to come in. “Only if he seeks interest in you.”

The inside was more beautiful than the outside; its warm orange lights filled the space all around. It was a lot more spacious with a kitchen attached to the living room, with two rooms down the hall, which you assumed was the bathroom, with paintings hanging on the cream colored walls. Everything was detailed in warm colors, just the way you loved it. And on the cozy giant grey couch decorated with brown fall throw pillows and a blanket was a giant plush teddy bear with a box of Dubai chocolate sitting on its lap. 

   You turned towards Abigail, who was still outside, standing next to the door frame, looking in. “he did this for me.” 

“Yes,” she replied. She pulled out a serpent symbol that she kept hidden behind her back. It was a creature that was twisted between an S and an A sign, with an encrusted half-moon behind it, and she dangled the necklace on top of the threshold. 

“For Protection.” 

You grin from ear to ear, clutching you’re chest lightly. He sure knows how to show his love. You bit your lip to suppress your happiness, gesturing for her to come in. “Well! The UltaHq flat screen TV isn’t going to watch itself.”

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You clutched your teddy bear tightly, swallowing down one of the Dubai chocolates as you watched one of your favorite horror clown slasher movies, It, with Abigail sitting on your right. You found it odd that she didn’t even touch the buttery popcorn, jump during the scary scenes like any kid would, or ask for a cup of water; she didn’t even touch the slice of the cheesy, gooey pizza plated on the table for her. She just sat there gracefully staring at the TV, as if nothing fazed her. 

It was now after midnight when the movie ended. 

“Well.. that was fun,” you said, hiding your fear. After that, you couldn’t stomach being left alone, so you asked the person willing to stay with you, as you assumed she was scared herself, just pretending to be brave. 

“How about girls' night?” you asked, hiding the fear in your tone, trying to make a sound like you're asking nicely.

She looked up at you without a word or a nod. 

“You could have the bed.” 

A minute later, when both of you got ready for bed. You drank some whiskey, closing the curtains and locking the windows before heading to the pallet on the couch. A knocking. Startled you. You halted in your steps, heart racing. 

Knock

Knock

knock

The knocking wasn’t heavy; it was graceful but impatient. You began to step towards the door when suddenly Abigail appeared behind and whispered lowly. 

“Don’t answer it,” she gritted through her teeth. 

A Court of Dragons and Serpents. Fan-Made

I'm on book two of The Actor Court series, and I am obsessed, especially with Tamlin and Rhys. and I can't stop imagining him as a high lord that's far older and dangerous than Amarantha, Tamlin, and Rhysand. Likkke.. Imagine Feyre has to face him??? even if she's a faerie now, but deep inside, he can still sniff out her human side.

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. 

Part 2.

After he slips inside of you his rhythm becomes much faster and stronger. You moaned, screaming his name, gripping the housecoat. He smiled, listening to your screams as if they were sweet melodies. 

"Lazar, fuck... I'm," 

"Not yet," he growled. 

As he continued to thrust harder, his hunger became stronger. He couldn't control himself anymore. He needed a taste. Something to render the moment. He tried to control himself as long as he could. But The sound of your pumping heart made his thirst worsen. 

He hadn't eaten for a while, and he was incredibly starved for blood, and you were the only reliable source underneath him and he was going to take it. 

"Fuck.," He moans, Cumming between your tight folds, as he thrusts in deeper, filling your stomach. 

You moaned loudly, taking in a deep breath from the overrode sensation. 

He buries himself in the crook of your neck, taking in your wonderful scent, without a thought or a moment of hesitation. He bites into you, releasing himself inside of you as he unties the straps. 

You scream, feeling the pain of his sharp teeth piercing your skin, sucking the life out of you. He laced his fingers between yours, squeezing your hands tightly as he drank what he needed. 

***

You awoke with nausea, running to the bathroom, plopping to your knees, throwing up blood. You didn't quite feel like yourself; you felt different, perfectly balanced, and powerful. You were incredibly hungry, thirsty for something, but you didn't know what. 

Thump 

Thump 

Heavy footsteps caught your attention. You looked across the floor beneath the window to see a small creature with eight legs stomping so loudly. 

Your skin flushed, looking around the bathroom to see if anyone else heard this. No, no, no this couldn't be. You thought. I must be hearing things. You whispered, shaking your head and standing up from the floor. 

You faced the mirror, eyes widened to see you were dressed in a white silk nightgown, hair brushed down your back bridal style, your eyes beaming pale blue, baring sharp teeth. the same as Kristof Lazar and his daughters. 

You fled from the bathroom running into the sunlight to only have your arm and ankle explode off. 

You screamed, feeling the pain of your limbs exploding as you scooted away in the shadows. You didn't know what was happening and what was going on with you. You were scared and sick to your stomach. 

"Good morning, love, I see you discovered your new transformation," Lazar calmly muttered, his face back to normal, dressed in his brown suit with a turtleneck sweater, holding a bouquet of roses. 

"What the fuck Did you do to me?" You shouted, holding your new arm, feeling the bone locking in place. 

"You're not as excited as I thought you would be." 

"What the FUCK did you do to me? LAZAR." 

"Now, now, no need for any foul language, love." 

"TELL ME!" You blared, nostril flared, chest tightened. Your nerves vibrating in anger, Ready to fight him.

He stared at you, going quiet. Admiring your distress with a devilish smirk, walking over to close the curtains, twisting the handle, and finally breaking the silence, he mutters. 

"I turned you."

"What?? Why?"