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'm sorry Lord Kamaz. I have no idea how I came to sleep in your bed and it was never my intention to awaken you from your peaceful sleep. I just…” Zelda started but Lord Kamaz cut her off. 


"Get back on” He ordered, cutting her from her ramblings. 


He knew she was still not strong enough to be walking about. 


Zelda wanted to ask why she should lay on his bed but the look on Kamaz's face did not give room for questioning. 


Very much confused, she walked back to the bed and sat at the edge of it. She could not understand his change of attitude. 


Kamaz stood up from the uncomfortable ‘daybed’ he had laid on, not liking the fact that she was sitting on the bed or, rather, perching at the edge of it when she should be resting. 


He walked up to her and Zelda scooted further into the bed with every step he took towards her. When he got to her, he lifted her from her knees, his other hand on her back. 


ASLEEP AGAIN