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

“And while you might not ever be able to unleash the depth of that evil, never forget that you are the key. 


The moment you had returned, the Queen could sense the presence of her sister and she was able to trace it to you. 


Through you, she was also able to find out where her sister was -more like her sister wanted her to find her out - and there she requested what was stolen. 


When her friend kept mute and wouldn't budge, she tortured her in ways unimaginable till her friend's body finally broke and she died, being free from the oath and hoping to reunite with her daughter. 


The Queen knew she couldn't kill you because she had never been able to find a host for the power, and through you, she could understand it more. She needed you alive but broken and so she had your mother killed. 


Over the years, she has gathered a subtle idea of what you are, of what your power is.” 


"But I know what she knows isn't enough. 


THE TRUTH