Ryder Lazzaro

Vampire Appears 25, is 2000 First progeny to Ariella Beaxuford Troublemaker DISCLAIMER: I am NOT Nathaniel Buzolic, nor am I in any way affiliated with him. This is a closed RP blog.

[siimonasher]

[ariellabeauxford]

Vampire Smile | Ariella & Ryder

[ariellabeauxford]

Her eyes drank him in, thinking how well he’d adapted…but then, that became another habit when you became so ancient. Everything seemed so predictable, so clear. Ariella knew that she, herself, was radiant. She’d always been so, afterall, and there was something gratifying in looking down on him, yet the pleasure dissipated at his words.

Some part of Ariella had certainly believed what she’d said. Setting her jaw, Ariella arched a brow. “Today, that command was mine, yes,” she agreed. “Yet, it was you who ventured into my queendom, it was you who not only came to my realm, but to the very town where I keep my court. Am I to believe this is a coincidence?” She shook her head. “I am no fool. You would not come within miles of me unless you had another choice…or you wished to seek reconciliation.” Arching her brows, she favored him with a sarcastic smile. “Judging by your introductory lines, I shall rule out the latter possibility. So, tell me, Regulus, what brings you to my door? What is it you require? Or, perhaps…” she narrowed her eyes, as she considered. She knew his habits well enough, despite not having seen him in more than a thousand years, and she knew he had a habit of making enemies. “From what are you fleeing?” Her boastful words died in her mouth, however, as he continued to taunt her. Anger flared there, Ariella’s lips drawing back in a snarl. There were very few left in this world who could so easily stir the usually implacable vampire to such a blatant and virulent display of rage, but Ryder was certainly one of them. She looked away quickly, her cheeks flushing. He’d hit too close to the mark - one of the few people whose opinion still mattered to the ancient vampire. Afterall, she remembered too well how he’d looked at her when, as a human, he’d saved her life and, knowing what she was, offered her his vein. It could not have been farther from the way he now viewed her, all spite and arrogance. Though she would not admit it openly, Ariella had looked forward to their reunion since the moment she’d arisen to find him missing - it was not supposed to be like this. A bitter laugh tore from her throat. Rising suddenly from her throne, her white robes swirling around her, Ariella flashed down to stand before him, throwing over her chair in her exquisite anger. “You fool,” she spat, but her words were controlled, even as her earrings swang alarmingly from her haste. “I could guarantee your safe passage or I could destroy you without any to gainsay me. You would dare insult me? Do you not know who and what I am? I, for cast down my own blood for slighting me and took his throne; I, who made you all that you are; I, to whom you owe each passing breath and each fluttering second of your lonely existence? You shall not make little of me, your Maker, your elder, your Queen. I forbid it.” She shook her head, slowly this time. “It is a question not of what I want of you, but of what you would give for me.” Turning away from him, she left a pang of regret at loosing her cool, but she said nothing, choosing stillness. He knew as well as she did that she would never do any of the things she threatened. Her fury, she told herself, was an overreaction, but two thousand years had compiled her bitterness towards him and she tried to remind herself that she was the hurt party, surely…She had simply never believed he would actually leave her. He’d been the one person upon whose loyalty she had counted… A hand rose to her lips and she tilted her head and she thought of his last words. All alone. It was the doom to which she had condemned herself, true enough - it had been what she’d sacrificed in a bid for survival. With a more controlled expression, she turned back to him, her blue eyes focused and oddly amused. “Alone, yes,” she responded. “Just as you are.”

[ryder-lazzaro]

"But you see, that's the difference between us, Ariella," he said, her false name dripping with disdain and venom, "Where I thrive in my loneliness, you actively seek companionship. I would say it were pathetic, but then I'd be slighting my own existence. After all, I was the first companion you took. I was all too eager to oblige." His eyes narrowed as he gazed at the woman he'd once adored so deeply.

"I shall do whatever I like, whenever I like. I don't recognize your authority as Queen. Should the Authority have anything against me, they certainly know how to reach me. I've been offered Kingdoms of my own and turned them down. For never did I want to mirror you and your incessant need for a crown."

He turned from her and moved around the room, taking in the grand elegance of it all, "I hear you've even started taking those that you didn't turn under your wing as if they were your own progeny." He turned his eyes back to her and an angry frown deepened on his face, "You wonder why I'm so full of hatred towards you. What once was a great bloodline of ours has been marred. I was everything you ever would have needed; I was the right hand that everyone in our age would have killed for. And you spurned me. Showed me that I was not good enough."

Ryder felt a laugh rise in his throat, "You view yourself as the victim in all of this, don't you? That our parting was my fault, that you'd done nothing wrong. You belittled me, took another to the ground even after I warned you I would not await you. You made your choice!" His voice rose on the last sentence. "Yes, I made my choice to leave you, for that you are a victim, but do not for one second believe that your subsequent loneliness and failures in searching for a companion that would never measure to me are my fault."

[verapatras]

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[ryder-lazzaro]

Letting out a moan, he let his head fall back for a moment before leaning up and pressing his lips to hers once more. His tongue dipped into hers as his hips began up sharp, hard jabs against her own. "Oh, Vera," he grinned against her lips as his pace quickened, "We're going to have such a night."

[verapatras]

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[ryder-lazzaro]

His free hand then came up and gathered a handful of silken chocolate hair, using this grip to roughly yank her head back so her head was prone. His lips then trailed down her exposed throat and then his hand released his hair, coming to meet the fabric of her shirt. He gripped it and easily pulled it off of her, his hand inside of her never once stopping it's slow assault.

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[allysonbellefry]

Young Blood | Allyson & Ryder

[allysonbellefry]

Despite herself, Allyson found herself smirking at his manner. Crossing her arms over her chest, she arched her brows, amused. There was an underlying truth in his words, while also embracing an originality. “True enough,” she agreed, tilting her head ever so slightly. Another young woman might have excused herself quickly and slipped away from a chance meeting with an utter stranger in the dark, but Allyson Bellefry had known her share of danger. Maybe that had made her foolhardy, but it had also bred what might perhaps be a jaded brand of courage in her, as well.

“I’m Allyson Bellefry.” Extending her hand, she waited for him to take it. She’d become adept at recognizing a vampire when she saw one, and she’d learned early on that a touch of their too-cool skin was almost always a dead give away. Better yet, a handshake often afforded an excuse to feel for a pulse. Allyson might have been her own brand of brave, but she wasn’t completely stupid. Nonetheless, her family name was also notorious in certain circles and sometimes a reaction to it helped her on her way, as well. But this wasn’t a Hunt - she’d given up on that - she simply felt better, being in the know. Knowledge was power. “Relatively new to town, though. I guess I should apologize, if you’re a local: I wouldn’t know.” She watched him, carefully, but not wholly mistrustfully. Perhaps his words had broken the ice, perhaps she was simply too tired to take the proper precautions - perhaps she’d simply ceased to care when she’d ceased to Hunt. Somewhere, her father was rolling in his grave, but if Allyson had figured out anything, she’d learned she had to make her own way. Forming a smile, she brushed some stray hair from her face. “So, you beg the question - what’s in a name, Ryder? Who are you, beyond the moniker?” she quipped, gently. She should’ve walked away, but there was something exciting about standing out here with this man - and her life was sadly lacking in excitement, lately.

[ryder-lazzaro]

Ryder happily took hold of her hand. Since the Revelation, he'd done little in way of hiding what he was. And by her last name - which he recognized easily - she would know as soon as his ice cold skin touched hers. "Bellefry?" he said in surprise, but still leaned down and pressed a kiss to her hand. His eyes flicked up to meet hers as he stood straight again, "I would have said you were far too beautiful to be a hunter, dear Allyson. But then, isn't that what makes my kind so lethal? Undeniable and forever coveted beauty. I daresay though, that I have lost whatever little appeal I might have had to you by simply being what I am." His thumb ran over her knuckles before releasing her hand, "And I do think that is a shame."

He found himself already longing to touch her again. Actually, he found himself wanting to do much more than just touch her. He could all to easily see himself gripping her and pressing her into this light post, kissing her until her lips were swollen; trailing his lips down her neck and feeling the flutter of her vein under his lips as she wondered if he would test her by trying to bite her. He wouldn't. But it would be delectable to feel that moment of worry flow through her.

"Monikers seem to hold so little regard for me nowadays," he said, his voice almost sounding as old as he was. "I've held only two in my lifetime, but it does beg the question of if the name makes the man. Am I who I was in my other name? Certainly not. Though I suppose that tells little of who I am now." His dark eyes roamed over her face, "Perhaps you'd like a different setting for this conversation?" A darkly sexual grin settled on his lips, "I'd invite you back to my new home, but I would be far from the gentleman a woman like you deserves. It is already quite a chore to keep my hands to myself. So, perhaps somewhere a little more... Public would do you well. I'll take you to any bar of your choosing. Or, if you'd like to go somewhere a little more dangerous, I'd be glad to go back to Fangtopia." 

His grin turned more teasing now as he said, "Besides it might be fun to see how you react to how protective I would become over you in a place like Fangtopia. Though, I suppose I should confess it would also give me reason to touch you again. I can't seem to fight my instinct to play things to my advantage, can I?" He paused and tilted his head as he gazed at her, "Though, the more I look at you, the less I blame myself for wanting to kiss every inch of you as I do."

[verapatras]

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[verapatras]

Her eyes followed him as he prowled around her, like a lion stalking its prey. The anticipation only furthered her fuel and it took every ounce of self control not to reach out for him then and refuse to be parted from him until he had had his way with her. She shivered when he spoke to her in Greek. She had known Ryder for a very, very long time. And in that time, nearly every crack and crevice of their sexual desires had been explored. They knew what each other liked and had become experts at doing just that. Ryder, was very quickly picking up where he had left off the last time they had been together. 

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[ryder-lazzaro]

He kept both of her wrists in one of his long fingered hands as he reached around her body and placed his palm flat against her back. "As I recall..." he said, using the position of his palm to press her hips forward, "You're quite vocal during sex..." Once her hips were flush against him and on the edge of the desk, he let his hand trail around and press her legs apart, "So I know that every vampire in here will hear your moans and screams... But..."

He released her wrists then as he dipped down into a squatted position before her so that his head was level with her groin. "I want you screaming so loud that even the humans can hear you," he said softly. His hands pressed her legs farther apart and then trailed towards the center, his eyes upon hers and relishing in the anticipation he saw in her eyes. "And I know, from past experience, that to get you to your loudest... I need to get you off as many times as I can," he said as his fingers reached the apex of her thighs and his fingers began to rub against the folds of her wet sex. "I see that my power still turns you on as much as it always did," he grinned salaciously, wondering how Kol would feel to know that his own progeny was so utterly turned on by someone other than himself.

His fingers dipped into her and swirled around before asking her, "So, how many times will I have to get you off to get to your loudest?"

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Pass the test, taste the flesh Hold me up against the wall Give it till I beg, give me some more Make me bleed, I like it raw

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[allysonbellefry]

Young Blood | Allyson & Ryder

Night rolled over Oxford in the form of a storm, lighting the sky with volts of electricity and grumbling in dark clouds. When the rain had ceased, Allyson found herself darted out to feel the last heat of summer swept from the air. Wrapping a sweater around herself, she took off for a walk in the pale gloom. Her feet clicked agains the sidewalk as she moved through town, her mind heedlessly wandering as she strolled along. Allyson still had a Hunter’s instincts, even though she’d abandoned the profession sometime ago, and when another figure emerged from the mist, it attracted her attention. It appeared to be a young man, about her own age, but Allyson knew better than most that looks could be deceiving (though, regardless, he definitely wasn’t too hard on the eyes). Focusing her gaze on the individual, Allyson realized that she did not recognize him, a rare enough occurrence in Oxford and, in her experience, not always a good one. Strangers seemed to bring trouble in droves - she would know, having been one, herself, not too long ago. Deciding to be direct about it, Allyson breathed in deeply as he approached. “Who’s there?” she called out, edging into the glow of a streetlight, her blue eyes scanning the darkness.  Allyson had bad raised never to ignore that faint looming dread that came with the darkness.  An instinct was a powerful thing and so, she suspected, was the stranger approaching her.

[ryder-lazzaro]

Ryder had found himself making a nightly visit to Fangtopia. It was the easiest way to have a good time and get a human that wanted to be fed on. He really hated all these stupid rules the Authority enforced on his kind. He missed the days of killing and hiding in the dark. But, he supposed, he had to live in this world now. And he would survive it just as he had survived all other atrocities.

It was after a quick visit to Fangtopia that he found himself wandering the streets. He was fully sated on blood, so he wasn't hunting... Merely meandering. He hadn't taken much time to see this town that he'd decided to take up residence in. And so he figured it was about time.

But he was pulled to a halt as he smelled and heard the pulsating of blood from somewhere quite close to him. His dark brown eyes turned to the source just as she stepped into a streetlight and glanced around. Ryder found himself moving towards her before he had any chance to think about it. Like a moth to a flame, he was drawn in. She was... exquisite. Not just in smell, but in appearance as well. Maybe it was the way the streetlight caught her golden hair. He had always had a thing for blondes.

He didn't speak until he, too, stood in the lamp light. It cast a warm glow on his pale skin as he gazed at her. "Who, you ask?" he said, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly. "I go by Ryder Lazzaro, though I suppose that tells you little of who I am," he said, always one to make things more complicated than they actually were. "Who might you be?"

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[ryder-lazzaro]

it gets so lonely being evil what i’d do to see a smile even for a little while and no one loves you when you’re evil i’m lying through my teeth your tears are all the company i need

[ariellabeauxford]

Vampire Smile | Ariella & Ryder

When Kol had told her of Ryder’s presence, a part of her had scarcely dared to believe him.  It had been untold centuries since last she’d lain eyes upon him; it seemed almost surreal to think any part of her past might still lie in her future.  Yet, her command had certainly reached him.  Ariella heard his familiar tread with a catch of her breath as Ryder set foot within her manor.

Mounting her throne, Ariella seated herself, crossing one leg over the other and resting her arms upon the chair.  The last time they’d met, she’d been under 1,000 years old and a common vampire, now he came before an ancient and a queen.  Ariella’s blue eyes locked on the doors leading to her throne room as they were opened, choking on her own held breath.

He looked the same of course, on one level, but still everything in him seemed different.  Ariella hadn’t been the only one rising through the years and, besides, Ryder was 2,000 years old himself, these days.  Rome had fallen and risen and fallen again, and yet in all that time, he’d endured: the Eternal City’s proudest forgotten son.  Clenching her hands into fists over the arm rest, Ariella took a steadying breath and leaned to one side in her chair, gazing down at him from her dais.  He’d been her firstborn of the dead, and yet he’d abandoned her and Ariella was not likely to forget.  She knew, too, that he’d spent generations carefully circumnavigating her.  Why did he dare enter her queendom, now?

"Look at you," she observed, eyes flashing.  "I always knew you’d return to me, someday, and here you are.  What would you have of your Queen?"

[ryder-lazzaro]

Ryder was completely unhappy. Not in his regular day to day life, but in this particular moment. He'd happily lived the past week or so within this town and not had to acknowledge his maker. He would have been much happier if they'd continued circumnavigating each other. But when Kol approached him, he'd known the look on the Viking's face. And for two days, Ryder had refused to appear. After all, who but she could actually force him to appear before her? Only she held the power.

But then, curiosity had gotten the better of him. What did she want? What could she possibly want to see him for after all this time? They'd both been so young when he'd left. But she'd made her choice, and he'd made his. That had been the end of it, or so he'd thought.

Ryder glared up at the manor for a long time before the guards outside finally told him he had to enter. Brushing their escort off, he sped inside and looked around. He could smell her everywhere, so it was hard initially to pinpoint her location. But he found it eventually and went right to her, tossing the doors open to what he discovered was supposed to be a throne room. He couldn't help a scoff as he entered the room and stuffed his hands into the pockets of the black wool peacoat he wore. Even in the heat of summer, he insisted on always wearing a jacket. Something he'd picked up in his time in Russia.

His heavy boots clunked against the tile floor as he approached, but he halted as she spoke. Her voice pierced him like a knife. Painful, but it healed and he recovered his snarky, uncaring air. He glanced around him, and then behind him before looking to her and letting out a fake laugh, "You must be speaking to someone else that I just can't see."

His brown eyes narrowed as he looked at her. The maroon color of his shirt made his eyes appear to have a tint of red, which made it his favorite color to wear. The jeans he wore were of the darkest blue, indigo in it's truest form, but were tailored to fit his lithe frame perfectly. He had taken to modern apparel quite well, as he always had.

"For surely you cannot think that there is anything I would want from you," he said, venom dripping from his words. "You sent your lackey to bid me come here, and I have come. So the question should be what do you want from your subject, your majesty," he said, giving an over-dramatic and sarcastic bow. He didn't know if he was making it clear or not, but he would never actually bow to her as a queen. He'd done that for so many years only to be betrayed. It was a mistake he wouldn't make again.

Once he was standing upright again, he let out another hollow laugh, "It looks like you achieved everything you've ever wanted. Up on that throne. Queen to a legion of vampires. Yet all alone. How ironic."

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[ryder-lazzaro]

I am not afraid of the storm that comes my way. When it hits it shakes me to the core, and makes me stronger than before.

Heyo, here comes the danger up in this club. When we get started and we ain't gon stop.

[verapatras]

Fuck Like Champions | Ryder & Vera (closed)

[verapatras]

She felt, rather than saw, his recognition of her and before he even spoke, a smirk had come to her lips. When he spoke, a shiver ran over her body. God, did she love it when he used his greek accent. He knew exactly what it did to her. Hearing her mother tongue, even if it was simply the accent, turned her on in ways few other things could. That and the fact that he was using it practically had her dripping wet. 

A grin graced her lips as he pulled her to her. She could feel the power he exuded just by his touch. Her hands reached up and tangled themselves in his hair as their lips met until one slid down from his neck to his chest and then his crotch. She felt him through the fabric of his pants and let out a happy sigh, before letting go and pressing her entire body closer to him. “Oh Ryder,” she smiled, “even if I did, you know they would be cancelled.” she replied before taking his hand and leading him away from the bar and towards the back where her and Kol’s offices were. She pulled him into the room and immediately locked the door behind her. Turning around to face her old friend, a smirk came to her lips as she let her eyes slowly take him in. “God, have I missed you!” she sighed, in appreciation before her eyes found his again. 

[ryder-lazzaro]

Ryder let a smirk slide across his lips as her hands moved over his body. She was by no means young, but she wasn't nearly as old as him. And some others he'd met that were his own age weren't as skilled as Vera in seduction. It was definitely one of her strongest suits. He was beyond ready to tear her apart. And so when she took hold of his hand and led him away from the crowd, he was so focused on her he didn't even get the enjoyment he normally would have gotten to see the humans so upset to watch him go.

"Αναρωτιέμαι, ωστόσο," he said as he finally moved towards her. And within a movement that even her sharp senses couldn't see, he'd grabbed her and laid her out on the desk behind her. "Έχει κανείς εκτός από Kol έχετε λάβει ποτέ σε αυτό το γραφείο?" he asked, his face only a mere inch from hers. His hands moved down her sides and his lips pressed to her throat, then her collarbones, then her breasts.  His hands gripped her skirt and pushed it up so he could see the delectable lace underwear she was wearing. "I certainly hope not" he said, switching back to his heavily Greek accented English, as he leaned against the desk and admired her body for a moment. His fingers hooked into the lace of her underwear and his fangs clicked down into view, "But I suppose it doesn't matter. I plan to fuck you so well that no other memory will exist."

[verapatras]

Fuck Like Champions | Ryder & Vera (closed)

Having Eve in town had done wonders for Vera’s mood as of late. She almost had a certain pep in her step that definitely hadn’t been there before. Life wasn’t so insanely dull any longer. She had her dear friend to keep her company and Vera was thrilled. Most people didn’t really know how to handle this change in Vera. Had she really smiled at them? Where was her trademark smirk? Did a smile mean she was so infuriated by them that they didn’t deserve her regular smirk? In all honesty, this new, happier (though that definitely wasn’t the right word to describe Vera) Vera was a lot more frightening than the normal, smirking, eye-rolling, Vera. People didn’t know what to expect with this one. 

Which is why, as she walked into Fangtopia, people immediately backed up, giving her space to navigate through the crowded bar. With her favorite heels on, Vera scanned the room, looking for Kol or maybe Eve or someone who she might enjoy spending her night with. But the face her gaze landed on was neither, nor was it anyone she had actually expected to see in her establishment. Ryder Lazzaro. It had been several years since she had seen the elder vampire and when her brown eyes fell upon the back of his head, their nights spent together came flooding back to her and a smirk came to her lips. Whenever she and Ryder were together, trouble was never far behind. And Vera loved it. She loved the lack of expectations, the ‘I-don’t-give-a-shit’ attitude they both got to adopt when they were together, the badassery that she felt when she fucked a 2,000 year old vampire. There was a freedom she felt when Ryder was around that few others could provide. 

Pulling her already short skirt up a little higher and adjusting her boobs as well, Vera walked towards Ryder. As his back was facing her, she hoped he hadn’t noticed her yet. Making her way to the bar that he leaned against, Vera used the crowded atmosphere to her advantage and pressed her body  against every inch of him as she leaned over the bar,  pretending she was completely unaware of his presence, as she snapped an order to the bartender. 

[ryder-lazzaro]

To say Ryder was happy about a vampire bar would be the understatement of the century. Ryder hadn't been too sure about this whole Revelation thing (mostly because the Authority insisted on making rules for vampires to follow, and Ryder didn't like rules), but seeing this place made him reconsider it. A place where vampires could come and basically be worshiped like the the gods they really were. He was in on all counts. Especially when there were plenty of places that he could take a human to feed from them. Yes, this was the life.

He'd been just about ready to take a human off to one of these secluded places when he felt a body lean practically on top of him. He'd been about to tell the woman to sod off but then he heard the voice and the way she snappishly told people what to do, and he recognized it immediately. He placed his hand completely over the face of the human who was leaning into him and pushed her back, uncaring about her protests and he turned to face the beautiful brunette.

"Vera Patras," he said, in perfect greek accent. He'd been born Roman, but he knew so many languages. He also knew that half of her attraction to him was that he was vastly older than her, and therefore more powerful.

His eyes took her in like he were drinking a glass of the finest blood. But that was where the looking ceased and the touching began. He reached out and gripped her hips, pulling her body into his and leaning down, pressing his lips hard against hers. They both knew what their relationship was; and they both enjoyed it. His hands roamed over the exquisite body he now held in his arms. "I daresay," he said against her lips, "That you're even more enticing now than you were the last time we saw each other." That had been so many years ago, but to him only seemed a few days. Time was so fickle to him after two thousand years. "I hope you didn't have any plans for tonight."

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[ryder-lazzaro]

Gather up your loved ones, gather up your friends. Cause this is when the bad guy, the bad guy wins. Now there once was a man who was tall and handsome. The best shot in the land, not to mention good at dancing. A hit with the ladies, a heartthrob with the daughters. Cool with the guys, regular Roy Rogers. He was a man of his word, and he did what he said. That is, until an outlaw shot him dead.

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