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

Dreams as crystal as visions. Visions as vivid as night horrors. 


They have been assaulting her for a good while now. 


She didn’t want to worry anyone and so she had not told anyone about what she had been encountering. Everyone had been strung for the past few months due to the threats ‘the evil’ had been dropping. 


Sometimes the dream contains simple features, but the endpoint is always explanatory…too explanatory. 


The Fog Witch had a way of filtering into her dreams and head and would show her ‘the future’. A future where the Immortal Kamaz dies because of her. A feat that was deemed impossible was made possible. 


And so she had pushed her body more than normal, pressed into her core and strength more than what was considered normal. The only person aware of the visitations of the Fog Witch, to her mind, is the Second Leader of the Scriers, and his solution had been for her to make her magnum as untainted as possible. 


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