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

Heart-racing moments are supposed to be in times of danger, and for someone like me, not even normal dangerous situations like the average human might experience. But one when you know you have literally no control over - or so I thought! 


Because why in all sanity, did my heart thump so hard when I was so close to Zelda? One of her hands in one of mine and the other on my shoulder. 


For the rarest time, my eyes noticed the beautiful glaze of her purple orbs before they trailed to her proper bow-shaped lips, and my heart had raced faster… 


Like it was non-verbally urging me to close the scant distance that had separated us. 


But I had hesitated and the glaze in her eyes had broken in one fine crack. 


“Something seems to be disturbing you, My Lord. Could it be.." Falkur began, but I had to stop him; I wasn't ready to discuss it yet. 


“Indeed, something is disturbing me but it isn't because of that. 


DECISION