SapphirePeter

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

‘‘Looking for me little bird?’’ 


Zelda turned and her teary eyes beheld a bleeding Kamaz. His upper apparel was shredded and barely hanging on his body, and claw marks that dragged from one side of his chest to the other were blaring. 


I thought you sought to see me or did I hear wrongly?’’ Kamaz asked when she remained rooted, eyes fixed on Zelda. A soundless sob broke off her lips as her legs gained strength and she sprinted towards him. 


She maintained her eyes on his face because a part of her was still in disbelief. She felt if she took her eyes off him for a moment, she would discover he was an illusion created by her mind, and that would sting more. 


The meet of their bodies was the reassurance of his presence and she didn’t even realize the temperature of his skin. 


His will to live had fought through the state he was in when he had picked on her voice. 


THE FOG WITCH