Thunder rolls in the distance and waves of rain dash against the nursing home window. Alexandru Popa sat in his wheelchair, staring out the rain flecked window. Finally, Alexandru thought. Finally something to drown out the humming of the fluorescent lights.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, the sounds of the storm had washed away some of the rage he had built up these last weeks and let him think clearly on his situation. He had lost it. He trusted who he shouldn't. And he lost his family, his business, and his respect. He didn't care what his son said, he didn't believe him. Alexandru knew that his son was behind the attempt on his life.
For now, his son had succeeded Alexandru as the head of the crime family. This can't stand. Unfortunately, it will have to wait for now. Alexandru needed to focus on himself. He needed to prioritize regaining his strength before he can regain his position. Thankfully, his son knew nothing of his father's secret.
In fact, if it weren't for the fact his son was the spitting image of Alexandru, he'd swear he wasn't his son. Whatever gene gave Alexandru his powers did not pass onto his son. Alexandru was a vampire. Not the cheesey blood sucking vampires from movies and tv, but the more subtle kind. The incubus kind.
From intimate closeness with another, Alexander could unite with their life force and form a symbiotic relationship. Both the incubus and subject would grow in strength, not evenly though. Alexander definitely grew more powerful than his subject. This is how he grew powerful enough to become the kingpin of New Jersey. This is how, at the age of 77, he had the looks of a 50-year-old and the strength of a 30-year-old.
Not the bat transformation and super strength of pop culture, but still power. Furthermore, Alexandru could stand in the sun. Instead of light, his weakness was neglect. If he neglected intimacy, he would grow more and more painful and weak. If he goes too long, then he will be beyond the point of rescue and will lose everything.
For weeks, Alexandru assumed he was beyond the point of no return. The attempt on his life left him weak. He was in a coma for two months. In that time, his body used up any and all energy he stored up. When he woke up two weeks ago, he couldn't move.
Rage consumed him ever since. Rage at his son, rage at his men, and rage at himself for being so blind filled his mind. Then, the storm outside drove the storm within out, and cleared his mind. He needed to feed with someone but he was too weak at the moment. As these thoughts swirled in Alexandru's mind, the new nursing aid walked in.
"Good evening Mr. Popa." Said a cheerful Emma. Emma was a new aid at the nursing home. She was eighteen and just started college to be a nurse. Lately, in his self-pity, he couldn't stand her cheerfulness. Now, for the first time, he fully took her in. Pink blonde hair fell to her shoulders. Despite her attempts at modesty, he noticed her ample bosom. She was average height and mildly curvy in ways that others would criticize but Alexandru appreciated. If willing, she would be a great person to unite with.
Emma laid down his dinner plate on the small table in the room and approached his chair. Emma tried to move him but couldn't because of the breaks. She bent down in front of him to undo the breaks of his chair and his mind whirled.
How? Alexandru could barely move his head. How could he make his move and convince her? A perk of his vampiric DNA is an addictive chemical that he produces. Once one tasted an incubus or succubus, they would want more. All he needed was one kiss.
Alexandru's opportunity arose towards the end of dinner. While helping him eat, some of his food dripped onto his shirt. When she came close to clean it, he leaned forward and kissed her.
Once the initial shock wore off, Emma began to return the kiss. Hesitantly at first, she began to return the kiss with more vigor. A rush of feelings he forgot returned. Alexandru let the kiss continue for a little longer before stopping. Emma tried to push it further but when she realized he stopped, she suddenly broke off. Face flushed, Emma stammered and awkwardly backed out of the room.
As she closed the door behind her, Alexandru raised his right arm 3 inches off the armrest of his chair. Yes, she will do nicely, he thought. Furthermore, his powers were not yet gone. He was not so weak that he lost them. She had wanted him. If she had not enjoyed it, it would have done nothing for him. He can tempt them. He can give them a taste of something so desirable they want it more than anything else. He can start that process with a single kiss. However, if they truly don't have any desire for him, he can't force himself on them. He only draws power when both desire the other and then, through intimacy, their life forces merge and multiply.
Emma will want more. She won't be able to get Alexandru out of her head. She will crush harder for him than anyone else in her life. When she comes back, longing for more, he will give her more. Not all at once. He was not yet strong enough for sex. Nonetheless, she still could rejuvenate him to that point.
It was two days before Emma was on the schedule again. In that time, many of the nurses and doctors encouraged him to continue his exercises, convinced they were the reason he regained minor hand movement. More than his minor physical improvement, they were impressed by his attitude. Alexandru Popa was still melancholy most of the time but nurses and aides remarked that there was something new behind his eyes. Where before they only saw hopelessness, they now saw determination.
Alexandru did not pay much attention to them. He awaited Emma. On the third evening since their kiss, she returned. She normally worked the evening shift. He assumed it was because of her college schedule. When Emma did return and enter his room, she entered backwards. She slowly shut the door and paused, appearing to mentally debate something.
For the first time, Alexandru appreciated Emma's backside. Her shoulders raised and lowered, as if she took a deep breath. She turned around and her face was a deeper pink than her hair.
"Mr. Popa." She stammered.
"Yes Mrs." Alexandru left the sentence hanging, inviting her to finish it.
"Patel," she finished.
"Yes, Mrs. Patel. I hope you forgive my forwardness last time. Sometimes, when you are overwhelmed by immense beauty, you feel like doing something reckless. Recklessness is not the exclusive folly of youth I'm afraid. I am sorry."
