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

A soothing fragrance and the sincere pleas of a man were what I woke up to. 


I opened my eyes and almost shut them immediately. The sight of light was almost blinding and it was just normal daylight and not sunlight. 


I could only wonder how long my body was going to be able to take the fragility of my system. 


Since I came to the mansion, it has been so easy for me to break down, and as much as I was grateful that I had people who were looking out for me, I was beginning to feel like a burden. 


Looking around the circumference my eyes could accommodate, I could tell I was in the mansion's clinic. 


I sighed when the pleas of the man behind the door increased and I could tell that those pleas could turn into tears soon. A grown man would soon begin to cry! 


As I sat upright, I placed my hand by the side of my head like that would decrease the throbbing pain I was feeling. 


PLEAS