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

At this point, Kamaz was not fighting to stop the Fog Witch; his attacks and defenses were more of a reaction to an action than am intent and the Elite soldiers around could tell. 


At the rate the Fog Witch was closing in on him, they were going to lose him. 


Kamaz’s mind was in disarray, and he suddenly stopped fighting, and his knees fell forward, hitting the ground. He looked at his hands like he was seeing something on it that nobody was, and even his darkness was beginning to retreat into him. 


Let me give you what the heavens have refused you. 


She cackled harder as a bigger golden pentagon formed above her hands and she darted it at him. 


It came rotating towards Kamaz and with his steam of darkness no longer an obstacle, the pentagons moved faster. 


Right as they were about to get to him, Mel used his sword to hit them off in another direction. 


THE GIRL