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Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter
History prefers legends to men.
It prefers nobility to brutality.
Soaring speeches to quiet deeds.
History remembers the battle
and forgets the blood.
Whatever history remembers of me,
if it remembers anything at all,
it shall only be
a fraction of the truth.
For whatever else I am,
a husband, a lawyer,
a president,
of myself as a man
who struggled against darkness.
I leave in your trusted
hands, my dear friend Henry,
this record that begins
when I was just a boy.
Get on down there. Hurry it up.
Please, sir, no.
There's been some kind of mistake.
I ain't no slave.
Let them go. Aaron.
Go back inside.
Let them go.
Will.
Quiet. He's my friend.
Look away, Abraham.
It's not our place.
Look away.
Abraham.
Thomas, help them.
Leave him alone.
Are you all right?
Did you strike my friend here?
He was beating my son.
Did you strike him, Lincoln?
They're not slaves, and you know it.
I suggest you get back to your work
before you find yourself
led away in chains.
Until every man is free,
we are all slaves.
Very well, then.
Since you're all so
concerned with freedom,
you may consider yourself free
from the burden of my employ.
And the debt you have been working off,
I'd like it paid in full with interest.
Now, please.
If you get one more penny
from me, Mr. Barts,
it will come with a fist
wrapped around it.
All right, Mr. Lincoln.
There are other ways to collect a debt.
No.
What's happening to her, Father?
Please help her.
Please, I beg of you.
You have got to do something, Father.
Easy, child.
Look away, Abraham.
I have never seen anything like this.
Strange.
You promise me.
Let's step outside.
I am sorry,
I don't know what ails her.
Abraham.
Come and lie next to me.
I have been writing, Mama.
"Days are swift as an Indian arrow,"
"flying like a shooting star."
"The present day is here,"
"and then slides away in haste,"
"that we can never say is ours,"
"but only say"
"is passed."
Mother?
Mother?
Mama once told me that
I hadn't cried when I was born.
That I'd simply opened my eyes,
looked at her smiling
face, and smiled back.
My light was gone.
I don't know how he did it...
Abraham,
you promise me...
You promise me you won't go
and do anything foolish.
Nine years later,
my father joined her in death.
No longer bound by my promise,
to pursue my vengeance.
Haven't you had enough?
A boy only gets this drunk
when he wants to kiss a girl
or kill a man.
Adam, Adam, let me explain.
Last one, Barts.
I am not coming up here to clean
up your messes any more.
- Yes, sir.
- I promise.
Every so often, I think about what
it would be like to be in the South.
So, where's Henry?
Yes, sir. We have been
looking all over, sir.
Searching high and low.
Low is more likely.
Just find him, Barts.
Oh, and send a fresh crop south.
We have a lot of mouths to feed.
Yes, sir.
"Yes, sir, no, sir.
High, sir, low, sir."
For my mother.
That was unlucky.
Might have put me out of my misery.
Where the hell are you running to?
Don't much like chasing chickens.
Little boy, all grown up.
Come to avenge his dear momma.
There are two kinds
of men, Mr. Lincoln.
Those that have the guts
to pull the trigger....
....and those who do not.
Powder, patch, ball.
Don't mess it up.
You weren't asleep that night.
Were you?
Oh. You dropped the ball,
Mr. Lincoln.
Your mama's blood was sickening sweet.
Might I suggest that we begin by...
closing the door?
Yeah, I am sorry.
I didn't see anything.
Should we dive right in?
Or are you finding Gabrielle's
egress too distracting?
I am sorry, sir, but who are you?
Who I am is Henry Sturges.
And where you are is my home.
And what happened...
I saved your life
during your rather pathetic
attempt at taking another's.
What were you doing there, and
how did you know
I would try to kill Barts?
How?
I watched this boy carry out his
first long-awaited mission.
Drunk, might I add.
And I think, "You have wasted your
time watching this one, Henry."
"He's not a promising recruit."
"He is just a selfish boy with
his heart set on vengeance."
And I realized,
"This boy is a goddamned idiot."
"I doubt he even knew
his target was a vampire."
A vampire?
Yes. Immortal, blood-sucking demons.
Fortunately for you, Mr. Lincoln,
hunting them is something of a hobby.
But vampires are just myths.
Myths don't beat you senseless
after you have put
Thank you.
No, Mr. Lincoln, vampires are real.
and every state....
in the Union.
If what you say is true,
you could help me kill him.
I could pay you to kill him.
My services are not for sale.
And the word you are
looking for is "destroy."
It is quite a feat to kill
But you don't understand.
My mother was murdered.
And if I teach you how
to murder her murderer,
so what?
How will that honor her memory?
How will that benefit the next
If vengeance is all you seek,
seek it elsewhere.
Teach me to fight as you do.
Please, I will do anything you say.
You promise to cast aside
all notions of vengeance
and commit to the life of a hunter?
You will have no friends,
no family.
I will give you names....
I told him what he wanted to hear,
but all I cared about was killing
the monster that took my mother.
I am in.
Scottish Highland pistol.
And if one barrel isn't enough,
seven should do you.
The blunderbuss.
And if you lose your ball,
you can always stuff your pocket
watch down the end of it.
So, Abe,
which one takes your fancy?
Actually, I haven't had the best
of luck with shooting irons.
But,
I was a rail splitter.
I would like you to chop this
tree down with a single swing.
That tree?
It's got to be more than a foot across.
That's impossible.
But it isn't a tree.
It's what you hate most in the world.
So, tell me, Mr. Lincoln,
what do you hate?
I hate Jack Barts.
Then strike him down.
Well, clearly you don't
hate him that much.
Tell me what you hate.
I hate that my mother was taken away.
Inadequate.
I hate that we were afraid.
And?
That my mother and father,
everyone that we knew,
lived in fear.
Pathetic.
I hate that I was too small.
- Too weak.
- Yes.
And that you failed... Yes.
...to protect her. Yes.
And that you let her die.
Power, Lincoln,
real power,
comes not from hate, but from truth.
Before you protect others from darkness,
you must first be able
to protect yourself.
Your enemies have the power to
render themselves invisible.
You must have the ability
to fight blind.
To see, without seeing.
Again.
In the weeks that followed,
Henry endeavored to impart a
lifetime of vampire-hunting secrets.
Their ability to adapt to sunlight.
Their power to render
themselves invisible.
But most of all, he taught
me how to destroy them.
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