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

You know I began to think that you were no longer going to make it" Professor Acheron said to Zeda. 


She had arrived twenty-one minutes past the time she said she would, and for every minute that passed, Acheron found himself hating the fact that he had not insisted on knowing her location. 


Zeda had also not wanted to divulge that information. 


Not like she suspected him or anything, but she was still not in control of some areas of her life, and she wasn't really happy about this fact. 


“I wouldn't miss a museum exhibition for anything in the world. I have a really tasking boss in my part-time job, and he sort of needed my services…urgently, “ Zeda added as her mind reeled to Lord Kamaz's hand around her waist, the soft caresses of his breath on her face, the strange but assuring sensation from their skin to skin contact. 


‘What had he meant by his words? Were they real? Is there a reason he can't be close to me at the moment?? 


BOYFRIEND?