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’s hand shook lightly as she dropped the phone from her hand. 


Six years, Nine months, One week, Two days… 


She just got a call from the hospital that her husband was found on the roof of the hospital building. 


Rena was out to visit Falkur's grave and she was too edgy to think of calling her. 


She took one of the cars in the garage and drove to the hospital. She was sure to get some tickets later and maybe spend a night in a cell and she would do all those later…not now, not now! 


She barely parked before she raced to the elevator. 


It was in use and her eyes immediately went to the stairs. 


Taking the stairs two at a time, she raced to the top of the building. 


By the time she opened the door to the roof, she was breathing through her eyes, nostrils, and ears. 


Some strands of her dark hair were matted to her forehead and to the back of her neck, but she didn't think of the discomfort for a second. 


THE BEGINNING