[ WP ] [ TT ] You 've been cursed by a witch and can only break the spell by true love 's kiss . Desperate , you 've been through dozens of potential suitors but nothing happens ... until one day someone unexpected shows up at the castle .

`` You look normal.'' A quiet, smooth voice broke the silence of Castle Riverside. `` I've heard so many stories, I thought you'd have changed.'' 
 
 Damien looked up from his hunched over position, eyes finding the woman who would dare speak to the realm's king in such a manner. 
 
 Viviana. 
 
 He stood up instantly. `` You...'' 
 
 `` Me.'' She smiled. It was beautiful. 
 
 She stood atop the freshly cleaned marble floor, unaware that Damien had just killed a woman and drank her lifeblood. 
 
 *She'd end our relationship, alright*. The Voice spoke for the first time since he fed. *She would certainly do. * 
 
 `` They say you're dead.'' Damien did n't know what to say. 
 
 `` They say you're cursed.'' She stepped forward. `` I've always wanted to break a curse.'' 
 
 `` How?' Damien asked. 
 
 `` I faked my death.'' Her smile went away. `` There were men after me for... what I did.'' 
 
 *For making you* King *Damien. * It sounded amused, emphasizing the'king'. *Now come to save you again. * 
 
 Damien stepped down, surprised at how easy it was. Normally, the Voice would restrain his body, stop him from attempting the kiss. 
 
 Why would it want him to kiss her? 
 
 *I bet she has some* tasty *lips*. 
 
 Unless... 
 
 Unless it did n't break the curse, but instead transferred it. That was how he got the curse after all. He pretended to believe his advisor's theories that the witch concocted a spell, but he knew deep down that It could n't die. It could only be transferred. 
 
 `` Get out.'' Damien said, a few feet in front of and a few steps above her. `` Now.'' 
 
 She opened her mouth to speak, but did n't say anything. 
 
 `` Faking your death is against the realm's law. I assume you have n't paid any taxes either.'' Damien looked to his guards, unable to meet Viviana's eye. `` I'm letting you off easy because I owe you a favor. Now get out!'' 
 
 Damien turned and ascending his throne, not looking back to see the scene he could hear. A guard had grabbed Vi's arm and was forcing her out. She was yelling. 
 
 *Yes, there's the spirit I like to see! * The Voice sounded excited. *Where was that when you got the Hunger just a few hours ago? You do n't fight it as hard as most other hosts I've had. * 
 
 `` Enough!'' Damien yelled. The guard froze, arm still grasped on Vi's arm. Damien sat down and looked at the guard. `` Not you. Take her away.'' 
 
 `` You have changed!' Vi yelled as she was dragged out. `` Worse then if you were a monster!'' 
 
 *Damn, * It sounded sad. *I would have liked her. We'd have gotten along just splendidly. *
