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,

I shall always think

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,

I tried to fortify the nerve

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.

I hope yours tastes better.

Might I suggest that we begin by...

closing the door?

Yeah, I am sorry.

I didn't see anything.

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