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

A gliding tune, brushed with the melody of her heart, ended the unknown piece she had played. 


Her heart rate ran wild and it was evident in the way her chest moved, but no one paid attention to that. 


Everyone seemed to be trying to grasp the echoes and gradually fading whispers of her art. It was like any sound that wasn't from her that would be made, could rob them of remembering and realizing what their ears had just been blessed with. 


Everyone just stared, some with resilient tears tightly hanging on to the rims of their eyes, some with tear-stained eyes, and some with conflicted emotions. 


But one person had neither of these. His heart swelled with pride at the sight of her, at the atmosphere that shadowed the entirety of the stadium, that was hers alone. She was like a goddess that had cast a branch of her golden tear to mere mortals and he was satisfied at watching others try to unravel how the moment had impacted them in such a way. 


CHAOS