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

Her dress was a white gown with hints of green beneath the first layer of white fabric. It was ball and it was grand. 


Her neighbours who had handcrafted and fixed the design, still had purple lines underneath their eyes, but it was covered by the bright smiles they had on. They also had the small baskets of flowers everyone else had. 


Now that she had seen the surprise, everyone cheered cheerily, and before she walked past them, they sent flowers from their baskets over her head and at her feet. 


Zelda smiled at them as she bit her lip hard occasionally to stop her from crying and ruining her face. She wished she could embrace all of them for thinking so highly of her. For closing down their businesses to celebrate the day with her. 


Even Royals did not get such a treatment because most persons who come to the wedding of a Royal only do so out of obligation and not to be looked upon negatively. 


THE WEDDING II