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

Professor Acheron drove for a long time, and I stared ahead throughout the ride. 


We finally got to a destination after driving through bushes for a while, before Professor Acheron found a track. 


It was a small cabin in the woods and that was all I knew regarding the location I was at. 


I was so shaken up that Professor Acheron offered to carry me into the house but I refused. I was only trying to find some comfort in the situation but I was not used to having him in such proximity - anyone at all. 


“Anyone except Mr Ragnar" A small voice piqued. 


I shrank remembering him. There was a chance he had gotten wind of this and was now staring at Julian with eyes that could laser through a wall. 


"Sir, please can I have your phone? I need to make an urgent call” I asked as Professor Acheron brought out the keys to his cabin. 


He tapped both his pockets, feeling for his phone, but it seemed it wasn't in any. 


JUST ACHERON