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

Zelda was standing behind the moonlit drapes in one of the King's chambers. 


The King was by the other side, enjoying a refreshing noon tea period. 


After a few suffocating minutes of slight slurping sounds and chirping birds, the King asked in a casual voice that was still authoritative, “Who are you?" 


It was the King who ordered her presence. Or is there a mistake? 


‘Could he have asked for me without knowing who I am?’ 


Regardless she responded, “I'm Zelda Elsher, Your Majesty" 


Her head was facing her wiggling toes and she curled them harder. The air was far from comfortable. 


“Is that all there is to you?" The King pressed. There was no one around save the both of them. She urgently needed someone she could look at just to have a hint on what to do or say. 


She decided to start all over again with as much as her brain could snatch about her in that nerve-knocking moment. 


THERE'S NO WAY OUT