Lord Ragnar Kamazotz is a vampire and the first ever of his kind.
The beast in him only recognizes the tune of one lady…his Zeda. 
In his earliest years, she was the only person that could calm him down or get him close to sanity with the help of her instrument.

All that stopped when she was gruesomely murdered by the greedy members of the royal family. He slayed everyone involved but he was never himself again. 
He survived by relying on The Prophecy that promised her coming back.
Seven centuries later, he meets her again and his world is at peace until scenes from the ancient days rise up in this present one, threatening to kill her…again!

People called her his poison but he called her ‘his Antidote”.
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“I remember…I remember you now my love” Zelda said as more tears fell from her eyes as she looked at the man who had suffered through centuries seeking her return.
Kamaz was tongue tied…overwhelmed and his heart rate was faster than normal.
She remembers…

“I missed you so much Zeda” Kamaz said and Zeda lifted her hand to his face and he leaned into her small hand.
“I missed you badl..” Kamaz wanted to continue but the rest of his words were buried in Zeda’s mouth.
She had stood on her toes and slid her hands around his neck, dragging him to her level and placing her lips on his.
Kamaz was stunned but not for long…
He lifted her petite frame from her thighs and wrapped her around his waist for their heads to be at the same level and tears fell off their eyes as they kissed - pouring all of them into that soul uniting and heart joining kiss.
She moved herself impossibly closer to him, making him second guess his decision of taking things slowly with her.

“Quinzi toman,” Kamazotz groaned as their scents tangled.

The Vampire King's Only Antidote

I laid Zelda on my bed while Falkur went to get a towel and a bowl of water. 


She was still sleeping. Her clothes were torn in different areas, and her face still reddened because of how much she must have cried. 


There were cuts on her arms, feet, and the skin leading to her knees. 


I had no words to form, and all I wanted to know was why she had gone after Falkur and I! 


We were clearly on horses and last I checked, she had still not overcome her fears on riding. 


Looking at her closely had my blood riled up again. 


When Falkur had been on his way with her to the Palace, I had gone after those men, and their echoes of pleas were a distant memory in my head. 


I could not have given them an easy death. It would be right to everything that screamed evil in the world. 


I wanted to prolong their death. Enjoy it as much as it brought me pain - pain because after killing them, I could not wake them up again to have them killed. They deserve that! 


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