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

Zeda finally found her way to the bathtub, and an involuntary moan slipped from her lips as she settled in. 


If not because she was still riding on the high of the many discoveries and spiral of emotions she has had in the past few hours, she would have accepted that Rena and Kamaz had a point in this particular request they have been pushing- Rena and Kamaz had both suggested this at different times and different places. 


As she laid there, she wondered if the Second Leader was able to restore order to the lair or if the Dremas had devoured them all. She shook her head, willing herself to only entertain hopeful thoughts. 


Resting her neck on the cold tile, she closed her eyes knowing that in a few seconds, Kamaz would walk through the door. His contact, as well as Rena and Falkur’s, are the only contacts saved on the phone in the room, and in her isolation, she had come up with a plan. 


THE ONE I WANT