Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter

Vampires

February 12, 1809 America's 16th president was born. It's said that he didn't cry, but that he merely stared at his mother, quizzically, and then smiled at her. Abe was now officially 10 and helping his father, Thomas Lincoln, chop logs. Abe heard screams and saw his enslaved friend, Will Johnson, get thrown down by a larger white man. 

"Will!" Abe cried and stood quickly. 

Thomas grabbed Abe's shoulders, "Abe, pay them no mind and get back to work." 

"But he's my friend!" Abe hissed back. 

Thomas gave Abe a look and his son sat back down. Once Abe noticed his father get back to work he took his small ax and ran towards the man that threw his friend. Right as Abe was about to bring the ax down the man caught it and threw Abe down as well. Both the small boys wrapped their arms around each other as the man whipped Will, causing a small scar to engrave Will's face for the rest of his life. 

"Abraham!" Nancy, Abe's mother, called out. Thomas grabbed the man's arm right before he brought the whip down again and punched him causing him to be thrown into the Ohio river. Nancy held Will's face in her hands, wiping the blood away. Jack Barts, the man the Lincolns were working for, tapped Thomas's shoulder with his cane 

"Mr.Lincoln, did you strike my friend here?" Barts asked.

Thomas opened and closed his mouth, "He tried to hurt my son." 

Barts slightly smiled, showing his tobacco stained teeth, "Yes, but did you strike him?" Thomas shook his head then tried whacking the cane out of Barts's hand. Instead, the cane broke and revealed a small pistol. 

Barts grinned, "I want your rent paid full with interest." 

Thomas nodded. 

"Now, please." 

Thomas' eyes widened, "I promise we will once September comes."

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The Lincoln's cabin wasn't much. There was a small bed, which Thomas and Nancy slept in, and a smaller space over top of the bed where Abe would sleep. Abe lit a candle and started writing in his journal as his parents slowly fell asleep. He finished a sentence or two then glanced over and looked at his mother. His soul mate he had called her. She had shown him love and encouragement since the day he was born. He looked back at his journal and continued writing until somebody had opened the door. The wind from the door being opened blew the fire from Abe's candle out. Abe crouched down and listened to the footsteps get closer to his parents. Abe lifted the carpet he slept on and saw that somebody holding his mother's wrist in his hands. Caressing it. Abe looked over more and the man looked up at Abe. Jack Barts. His eyes pitch black and staring right into Abe's eyes. Abe gasped and dropped the piece of carpet he was holding.

Abe woke to the sound of his mother's screaming. He looked over just as he did the night before and saw his father and a doctor looking at Nancy's wrist. 

"Look away, Abraham." Thomas said, still not being able to believe what was happening. Nancy's eyes rolled back into her head, she was sweating uncontrollably, and her breathing quickened by the second. The doctor placed a hand on Thomas's shoulder and they both walked out of the cabin and talked. 

"Abraham..." Nancy whispered, looking up at her son, "Come lie next to me." Abe climbed down the ladder with his journal and laid next to his mother. 

"I've been writing, momma." he smiled up at her. Nancy raised her eyebrows and smiled slightly. Abe read a poem out loud and Nancy whispered the words as he went along. They got to the last stanza and Nancy slowly took her last breath. Abe stopped reading once he realized his mother wasn't breathing. 

"Mother?" tears welled in his eyes.

Nancy Hanks Lincoln died on October 5th 1818, age thirty-four and Abe was alone. Thomas and Abe both built her coffin and buried her on a hillside behind the cabin. 

Abe furrowed his brows, "I swear I had-" 

Thomas cut his son off, "Now Abraham, you have to promise me you won't go do nothing foolish." Abe looked up at his father then back down at the grave, not saying anything.

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Abe, now in his early twenties, sat in a bar stool. He finished another shot and let his drunken head hang. 

"Don't you think you've had enough?" the man sitting next to him suggested. Once the man realized Abe ignored him he sighed, "A man only gets this drunk when he wants to kill a man or kiss a girl. Which is it?" he nudged Abe causing a gun to fall to the floor. Abe tilted his head to look at the man then stood up, grabbed his gun, and stumbled out of the bar.

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"Adam, Adam!" Barts said following a tall, pale man and a woman. 

"Where's Henry?" Adam turned and raised a brow. 

Barts furrowed his brows, "I've been trying to find him. I'll get him, I promise." Abe listened to the conversation, while standing in a boat under the dock. Vadoma, Adam's sister, climbed into a boat and waited, patiently, as Barts and Adam talked. Once Adam had left with his sister, Barts started humming and walked back to his cabin. Abe climbed up the nearby ladder and walked behind Barts. Barts stopped walking when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned and saw a gun pointed directly towards his forehead. 

"For my mother!" Abe pulled back the trigger and waited for the blood. Nothing happened. 

He heard Barts laugh, "Way to put me out of my misery." The gun's powder was wet. Abe's eyes widened and he ran down the dock, pulling out boxes to try and slow Barts down. 

“Where the hell are you running to?” Barts yelled, running after him. He reached a tool shed and blocked the door. 

Barts started banging on the door, "Awe, come on now, Lincoln! A little boy all grown up trying to save his mommy!" Abe poured in the powder then grabbed his small sack of bullets. Barts pushed on the door harder and heard the bullets fall. 

"Oh no! You've dropped your balls!" he cackled. Abe searched his pockets and found another bullet and let out a sigh of relief.

 Barts couldn't hear Abe anymore then looked through the cracks "Where are you? You're such a wimp just like-" he was cut off just as the tool shed's door swung open and a bullet was put into his right eye socket. Abe watched the body fall, his chest heaving. He stepped over Barts and walked down the dock. He looked back once to make sure Barts was really dead then looked down at his gun and threw it into the Ohio River. Abe looked back again and saw the body was gone. Oh shit. Abe thought to himself. When he turned he was greeted by Barts and his ugly fangs. Barts threw Abe's head down, creating a hole in the docks and started grabbing at Abe's shirt. A man appeared behind the two and grabbed Barts from the back of his neck, flipped him over, then threw him into the building beside them.