Henry Sturges had not seen Abraham in a while. The man had decided - to Henry's dismay- that politics was the best way to fight off vampires.
Henry couldn't have disagreed more.
"Politics, Abraham? Whoever told you to go into politics?"
He had heard all the ruckus Lincoln caused standing on a wooden box and rallied the citizens of Springfield, Illinois.
"You fight vampires your way and I shall fight them my way , " Abraham said calmly, ignoring Henry.
His mentor sighed.
"You can't take on slavery, the institution itself. It's the only thing keeping Adam and his followers from destroying the whole country!"
Abraham stopped walking.
"Henry, the time has come for me to put away such childish things. Hunting won't get to the root of the problem."
He pointed to a group of chained slaves, pulled along by a fat, dirty blond man. Their eyes were either wide with fright or dull with hopelessness. Some tried to resist, stopping in their tracks but helpers held guns at the ready as a warning.
"That is the root of our problem here, that is their foundation. Slavery allows them to satisfy their greed and stay plaguing us all. The only effective way to get rid of them is to abolish slavery Henry."
Henry shook his head.
" You're a fool Abraham , " Henry said.
Henry stopped strolling and Lincoln paused, waiting for what else Henry had to say.
Maybe his judgement of Abraham was wrong. Maybe Henry should've found someone else - someone else who would LISTEN.
"I guess I shall take my leave," Henry said.
Abraham nodded and left him, heading towards Josha Speeds store.
Henry's eyes looked back towards the slaves trudging up ahead. They were in such a wretched state. They had torn clothes, and his sharp nose could smell all the must and dirt covering their bodies.
He would be lying if he said his heart was not heavy at the sight. But Henry didn't understand.
What connection did Abraham have with these people? Their skins were swarthy, hair like sheep's wool.
Even if he tried, he couldn't feel any sense of kinship.
They were different...they were...
Niggers.
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Historical FictionA mute slave woman working in endless sugarcane fields. A vampire that tends to keep the fact that he drinks blood a secret. Henry and Lizette were two very unlike people in more ways than one, but when they meet by coincidence, will something spark...
