Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter

marble throne (and causing him no shortage of discomfort). Both listened intently, proudly, as a young black preacher looked out on more than 250,000 faces.
“Five score years ago,” the preacher began, “a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity. But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free.”
Abe and Henry had come to help finish the work begun a century before. They’d been there during Reconstruction, driving out the vampires who continued to terrorize emancipated slaves….
“I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.”
They’d been there in Mississippi, dragging white-hooded devils to their deaths by the light of burning crosses….
“Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s children.”
And they’d been there in Europe, where millions gave their lives defeating the second vampire uprising between 1939 and 1945.
But there was still work to be done.
“Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”
The crowd cheered wildly, and the preacher took his seat. It was a perfect late-summer day. A defining day in man’s struggle for freedom. Not unlike the day Abraham Lincoln was laid to rest, ninety-eight years before.
The day Henry made a choice…
… that some men are just too interesting to die.