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 felt a flagrant tenderness by the time she woke up the next morning. 


She felt so reticent that she could not turn to the other side of the bed as she felt a presence close to her. 


But after a moment of feigning sleep she decided to turn around with a stifled yawn. Her hand colluded with an object and she immediately withdrew her arm thinking it was Kamaz. But the object had been too soft to be him, in fact it was too soft to be anyone at all. 


She whipped her head to find the other side of the bed empty and on touch, she found it cold. She looked around as she sat upright. The day was already bright but she could feel the air from staying at this high altitude bite into her. She was cold. 


She pulled the heavy brown and white fur blanket that she had been covered in. She couldn’t remember seeing it before she slept off or more of…passed off. She knew when her eyes and whole body had given up on her and she had sagged in his hold. 


THE DAY AFTER