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

‘‘There you are. I’ve been searching all over for you’’ Zeda said on seeing Rena. 


Zeda stopped as a playful smirk curled her lips. There was a difference in Rena’s face at the moment than from earlier this morning. 


She was not looking as pale as she had been. 


Zeda had been pleading with Rena to get some supplements or go hunt down an animal or whatever it was that Vampires did for food but Rena had been as adamant as a mule. 


Eyes were constantly on her and she couldn’t sneak out of the lair to get a call through to Falkur. 


But now that she was seeing Rena’s face and the lightness in her steps, she could tell that Rena had been with him. 


‘‘Were you with Falkur?’’ She probed. 


Rena quickly walked past her in an attempt to hide the blush that had risen to her cheeks, but Zeda had seen it. The bag in Rena’s hand was sign enough but Zeda wanted her to admit it. 


FIFTH LEADER