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

The tune ended as two soldiers pulled her arms apart and dragged her to the stand where she was to be hung. 


The Queen who is known to take her time when walking, controlling the crowd with her steps, walked briskly to Zelda. 


She stood before her and partly moved her veil to reveal her face that had scales all over due to the bone-chilling tune Zelda had just played. She had wanted to prove to herself that she was potent against it and the last time had merely been a coincidence. But now she knew it wasn’t. 


She looked hideous to describe her pitifully. 


‘‘What did you think? That he was going to save you? 


You lowly creature! You and that ability of yours can vanish for all of eternity. Now be on your anguished way!’’ The Queen said as she smiled. 


A tear fell from Zelda’s eye. She felt helpless, weak, and broken. 


HER EXECUTION