Once upon a time in the small town of Hollis, New Hampshire, lived a tight-knit family of the Wilsons. The family was eagerly preparing for the wedding of their beloved grandson, Alexander. Alexander, a handsome and successful lawyer, had fallen deeply in love with a beautiful woman named Isabella. The family adored Isabella, as she was charming, intelligent, and kind.

The Wilson family comprised of Alexander’s mother, Elizabeth, a dedicated nurse; his father, Robert, a hardworking mechanic; his younger sister, Emily, a talented artist; his uncle, Martin, a jovial schoolteacher; his aunt, Julia, a renowned baker; and a handful of lively cousins and acquaintances who frequently visited the family home.

However, the matriarch of the family, Alexander’s grandmother, Elena, harbored a deep suspicion about Isabella. Elena had been born and raised in Romania, and she was known for her strong beliefs in old traditions and superstitions. Elena had been haunted by a memory of a beautiful, ageless woman from her youth in Romania, whom she believed to be a Succubus. She was convinced that this woman was none other than Isabella.

As the wedding approached, Elena became increasingly distant and agitated. During family gatherings, she would stare at Isabella with a mixture of fear and disdain.

One day, while the family was gathered in the living room discussing the wedding plans, Elena couldn’t hold her silence any longer. “This wedding cannot happen! She’s a Succubus! I knew her from Romania. She has not aged a day!”

The room fell silent. Everyone exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of how to respond. Elizabeth tried to console her mother, “Mama, please, you’re not well. Isabella is a wonderful person, and we all love her.”

Robert, attempting to defuse the situation, chimed in, “Elena, we understand you’re concerned, but there is no such thing as a Succubus. Let’s focus on the happiness of Alexander and Isabella.”

Alexander, visibly upset, confronted his grandmother, “Grandma, I love Isabella, and she loves me. You need to accept her as part of our family.”

Despite her persistent claims, the family dismissed Elena’s fears as the ramblings of an unwell, elderly woman. They continued with the wedding preparations, believing that Elena would eventually come to terms with the marriage.

The wedding day arrived, and the ceremony was beautiful. Elena cried throughout the event, her tears a mix of sorrow and fear. As the couple exchanged their vows, Elena resigned herself to the fact that she couldn’t prevent the union. She decided to make her peace and hope for the best.

Years passed, and the family continued to thrive. Alexander and Isabella were happily married, while Elena’s health gradually declined. One day, as she lay on her deathbed, surrounded by her loving family, Elena asked to speak with Isabella alone.

With a heavy heart, Alexander left the room, allowing his wife and grandmother a moment of privacy. Elena looked at Isabella, her voice weak but firm, “I always knew who you were. I tried to protect my family, but they wouldn’t listen.”

Isabella leaned closer, her eyes cold and otherworldly. “You were right, Elena. I am the Succubus you met in Romania. Your family’s love, their naïveté, has made them all the more vulnerable.”

Elena, unable to speak further, closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. She mustered the last ounce of her strength to whisper, “I hope you find it in you to spare them.”

Isabella’s sinister smile widened as she replied, “We shall see, dear Elena. We shall see.”

Elena took her last breath and passed away. Isabella straightened up, her eyes returning to their warm, human appearance.

She called out to Alexander and the rest of the family, “She’s gone.”

The family rushed in, their faces a mixture of grief and disbelief. They mourned the passing of their beloved matriarch, holding each other close, grateful for the time they had spent with her. And so, the family carried on, their bonds seemingly strong, but with a hidden vulnerability that threatened to unravel their lives.