#krisof lazar

[vampireheist]

Not to sound dramatic or anything...But I feel as though I am a prisoner trapped in my own mind, forced to live in reality, in a constant state of boredom, not understanding if I'm supposed to write about Vampires or live as one. I'm obsessed with a character that no one writes about or probably doesn't know exists, starving for MORE AU with HIM in there. There aren't NONE (I FEEL ALONE), and I can't help but only imagine him as my soulmate.

[vampireheist]

I love bill Skarsgard but Matthew goode/ Krisfor Lazar is the only HOT count orlok that exist to me. 'He has gone by many names.' 😩🥵

I believe count orlok was ONE of them.

[vampireheist]

After Hours -2

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?" 

"Because you were dying," he muttered softly, laying the beautiful expensive roses next to your feet. 

[vampireheist]

How do I contact Abigail's director/producers/ writers because WE MUST have a spin-off SHOW of Kristfor Lazar? In the years 2026 -2027, If Pennywise could get one, I know Lazar can.

[vampireheist]

After Hours

Warning: Smut. Stuck in a house with vampires, Y/N AU with krisfor Lazar. sorry if this is BAD. this my first time writing smut, and I just came up with this as soon as I woke up. the MAN IS FINE

After hearing the words 'dinner time' you could swear your heart did a somersault. The rumors of Lazar being evil and monstrous were true, of course deep down you didn’t believe them, you just assumed they were rumors made up to scare people who ever dared to Steal from the crime lore.

you just assume Rickles, and Frank were playing some kind of trick on you, to scare you. knowing you're easily scared of everything.

Lazar stood stiffly next to his daughter and stared at you and joey with Hunger. if it wasn't for Abigial convincing her father to spare both of you. both of you would just be added corpses- rotten away with the others.

You fiddled with your purple bracelet, twisting and snapping, you wanted to leave as soon as possible. Your skin itched, feeling sticky from the blood that exploded on you.

“See around Y/n and Joey,” she giggled.

You stared at Lazar not wanting to leave right away but wanted to get out of death’s way. The man was simply gorgeous. the way he tilted his head, glaring at the both of you with a dark, ‘before I change my mind’ appeal. filled your stomach with fearful butterflies.

Joey pulled you along, grabbing a hold onto your arm. Both of you walked out of the bloody library and down the stairs, through the front gate.

To your surprise the Van you and the rest of the rat pack rode in yesterday, was covered in a pile of snow. As it continues to pour heavy shower of Snow, you and joey looked at each other, none of you brought any winter gears, and to your shock you didn’t even know it was going to snow.

“I guess we’re spending a night with vampires.”

Your heart raced after those words, but you felt some sort of excitement, spending a night in a haunted manor located far in the woods where no one could hear you scream with a couple of vampires was no worries.

But spending it with one that was KNOWN to kill his enemies brutally made your palms sweat, heart raced as your airway begins to tighten. You looked at the clock above. It was at a quarter after 10. And 22 hours before the sun comes back up.

“We can’t stay here after hours, joey,” You muttered. “You heard what he said.”

“Where are we going to go, the roads are closed, and the car is covered in a pile of snow. We have no choice but to stay inside where it’s warm, till the sun comes up,” she explained, limping to the fireplace.

You swallowed and went to go find a spare room, one with a lock. The room was covered in cobwebs with no windows, and only a dim orange light -not bright enough to see the entire room- with a brick fireplace and a vintage 1920’s television.

You found some matches, swiping it against the brick layer, till a small orange flame appeared.

You dusted off the bed, plopping down on it watching the ceiling. The room was too quiet to stay here listening to the roaring fireplace and the heavy breeze of snow. you needed Nosie- before your brain convinces you there's someone here and you going to die.

A creepy cartoon appeared on the small wide television. It took you awhile to find a channel with a signal. Eventually, after playing with the numbers on the side and banging your fist against the top, a signal came.

You could feel your skin staring to break out from the disgusting bacteria that exploded on you. You scanned through the closets finding a stack of towels and a robe. And walk out to find a bathroom.

You came out of the shower smelling like expensive lavender with your hair wrapped in a tight bun, with your nipples pressing against the soft fabric. You didn’t have any spare clothes to wear. So were fucked. Wow, Vampires really know their stuff.  You thought, walking down the hall to the kitchen, leaving the pile of bloody clothes in the bathroom hamper.

Your fingers creased the walls as you stride down the steps. you turned around feeling eyes on the back of your head. For a second, you totally forgot you were trapped inside a house full of hungry centuries old vampires. You began to panic again, hurrying down the steps to get some food from the kitchen.

Once you found a can of soup and searched the cabinets for bowels. You made your way back up the steps but not without hearing a creak inside of the boarded up tiny back way with a broken elevator and rounded stairs.

“Joey,” you called.

Silence.

“You bet not be fucking with me Joey.”

Silence.

You continued up the steps to your safe in closure, locking the door shut, and plopping back down on the bed to watch cartoons and eat your bowl of soup. You began to feel eyes staring at you, in the shadowy part of the room, the only spot where the orange light doesn’t reach.

“I thought I told you to leave,” said the raspy old European voice.

Your heart thumps against your chest, knowing who the voice belongs to. “it’s a blizzard out there...”

“Hmm.”

“So, you rather be eaten by a vampire than try to make it home, before the froze bite kills you.”

You exhaled heavily. Afraid to say something else that’ll tick him off. “When the sun comes up, we’ll be out of your hair.”  

“Who said you would make it before sunrise,” he added.

You didn’t see it, but you felt him standing up from the sofa across the room. In a matter second, he was in front of the tv, walking with wide strides, arms behind his back. You watched up as he sniffed the air, looking down upon you, watching his prey every move.

“I don’t think your daughter would be very happy if she found out her father killed her heroes, after abandoning her.”  

He stopped, stood still where he was and glared at you darkly, his shaded lips pressed together. “My daughter doesn’t control what I do.”

You swallowed, throat tightened, crawling backwards on both of your hands. He moved forward following your stride, till he was at the foot of the bed and your back pressed against the yellow pillows.

“It’s a good thing the door is locked, only able to be opened from the inside.” He smirks mischievously.

“Otherwise, no one would be able to help you, while you scream.”

He half-smirked, showing his terrifying pointy fangs. Sniffing. Crawling slowly towards you. “My god, you smell delicious.”

Your heart raced, heat rushing towards your clit. his big pale vampiric hands clasped around your legs, spreading them apart.

“It makes me thirst,” he rasped, a huge vein popping underneath his skin, appearing on the side of his neck.

In a quick motion, he pulled you forward, with your heated clit facing him. You gasped, aching from his strength, and his touch. The century old crime lore was much stronger than you thought, much stronger than he's daughter- who tried to kill you on multiply occasions throughout the haunted manor.

playing hide and seek with a father who happened to be a notorious serial killer of his days, taught you how to survive when danger alerts.

His nose brushed against your skin as he sniffled so gently, taking it all in., you closed your eyes, feeling him explore your body like a canvas, searching for the spot to stroke slowly and till there’s no empty space left.

He stops, pulling apart from your lower body. No, don’t stop. don’t stop. Please don’t stop.

You opened your eyes with the crime lore kneeling above you, with his ocean eyes that hold no human emotions, but predatory hunger, staring at you.

He pulls out a small little toy from his inner pockets, stroking it against the top of your clit. The feeling of the toy felt extremely cold like it had been in the freezer. He pressed a button, and the thing began to vibrate. You gasped, gripping the sheets as he moved in gentle circles, feeling the vibration coming from the toy.

“Fuck...” you moan, biting your lower lip.

He unties the robe, exposing your entire body to the cold atmosphere in the room. The room was now freezing, and the fire went out. You looked to the left, right above the ceiling, a small diamond shaped window was latched open letting in the snow.

Lazar begins to tease your nipples, twisting them slowly to make it hurt, licking them with his hot tongue with the toy going in circles. you we’re soak and wet, waiting for him to give you more.  

“Lazar, please,” you begged.

You searched for his pants buckle wanting to feel him inside of you. even if it kills you. You needed him. You need him badly.

You wanted to feel closer to him. He stops your search, hauling your wrist against the sheet as he continues with the toy.  

He smiles. He stops the toy throwing it across the room, moving further down below your soaking wet clit.

You could feel his vampiric strength as he held your legs in place, spread apart. You threw your head back, biting your lower lip stopping yourself from moaning. His hot moisten tongue moved in motion, slurping up your throbbing clit.

He started off slow and till he became much faster, sucking on every drop of you, his tongue going and out.

“Fuck, Lazaar,” you quietly moan, running your fingers through his perfectly jet-black hair.

Lazar stops, tying both of your wrists to the wooden headboards in a vampiric motion. “You aren’t worthy of touching me.” he says before continuing.

Once he was done feasting on you. He unzips himself, pulling out his harden throbbing shaft, centering it around your aching clit with both of your wrists tied to the headboard.

He slithers in slowly. You winced, biting down on your tongue, holding in a scream, feeling your folds painfully stretching as he slips deep inside of you.

“LAZAR,” you quietly screamed, gripping onto the housecoat robes he tied you to the bed with.

[vampireheist]

Uhh I never wanted to have a Mans baby so bad.. 😭 till Lazar Appeared.

[vampireheist]

I sleep to the sound of Matthew GOODE voice. 😫🥰

so, a little while back I created Ambiance of Lazar's Dialogue in mash them together. I wished it was MORE OF LAZAR, how do you Manifest a Sequel or TV series of your favorite fictional villian Comfort character?

[vampireheist]

I fear my OBSESSION with Matthew Goode as KRISOF LAZAR from Abigail has gone to Extreme. Just look at my gallery, lock screen, to the poster on my wall, to the painting of him in a picture frame near my bed, to stories written of him, to a Spotify playlist. ❣️

He has become the LOVE of my Life and comfort CHARACTER. ALL I do is THINK of HIM. The love life we could've had, if he was real. 😩🫠✍️