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

He wanted to know how she was doing and staying away for so long was like an everlasting punishment to him. 


When he was oblivious of her existence, he was different but now that he was aware, he was like a very famished being whose means of survival was her presence. 


He remembered the direction Zeda had told him of when she was at his cabin and during the night, he journeyed to the mansion. 


He put whatever punishment Kamaz might want to meet on him out of his mind. 


‘Whatever it is would be worth it as long as I get to see her!’ 


When he was getting closer to the mansion, he was surprised when he couldn't feel any spiritual presence coming from it, and he wondered if Zeda had told him the wrong address. 


With the trees in the compound, it was easy for him to avoid the humans who were patrolling the guards. 


From the top of a tree, he noticed an opened window and decided to pass through it to enter the mansion. 


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