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

“Fo- forgive me for being so weak-’’ Elsher Duke said in a low voice as one of his bloody hands lifted to caress his daughter’s face. She leaned into his touch as more tears fell from her eyes. 


“Father’’ She whispered, tremors racking through her system, a particular tightness in her belly intensifying. 


‘‘My angel, be strong, you are an Elsher, and know that I- I will always love you.’’ 


His eyes began to flutter and Zelda could feel it deep within her, that this was the last time she was going to see her father. She tried to memorize his face as her father’s hand by her head slowly moved to the back of her head. He inclined her towards him and he placed his forehead on hers. 


For this single moment, she had to believe that all wasn’t as forsaken as she was seeing; she had to believe that everything was going to fall into its rightful place. 


RETURNING