Summary: "History prefers legends to men. It prefers nobility to brutality, soaring speeches to quiet deeds. History remembers the battle, but forgets the blood. However, if history remembers me before I was president, it shall only remember a fraction of the truth..." – quote from Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter.
Abraham Lincoln had quite a few secrets. His secrets ranged from hunting vampires to loving a vampire. How does one come to love a vampire? Why, that vampire must have been amazingly endearing.
Rating: T – due to language and adult themes. Rating will change later.
A/N: This will be a tad out of character because I am not amazing enough to understand and comprehend their character as to put it into words. Chapters will be short but (hopefully!) plentiful. This is a very loosely spun plot and I hardly know where I'm going with it. I apologize if none of you enjoy this story.
"Abe…" Henry murmured, watching the young student wield his silver encrusted axe.
Abraham glanced at his mentor for a moment, his hand stopping the sharp blade by grabbing the worn wooden handle. Abraham pointed the gleaming tip at Henry.
"Put that down, Abe, you would never strike me," Henry said coolly, taking a few confident strides forward.
Abe faltered, staring into Henry's bronze eyes. He noticed the sun made them shine quite beautifully.
Abraham lowered his axe and let his mentor press him back. He backed up until his head bumped the post of the back porch.
Abe had tripped up a few times while twirling the axe. His arms and hands were cut up – not small cuts but large, trickling gashes. Abe exhaled in panic when Henry gingerly flicked his tongue along a gash on the inside of his arm.
Shudders ran through Abraham's spine when Henry's canines applied pressure to his soft flesh. With a stern hand, Abe grabbed ahold of Henry's jaw and jerked his head up. Henry's pupils were slightly dilated; whether from bloodlust or anger from being handled from his own student, Abe was unaware.
Abraham held Henry's gaze for a long moment before Henry jerked backward, closing his eyes while deeply exhaling. When he blinked, his eyes were once again back to their handsome bronze.
Abraham pulled his axe up and began to practice again.
Henry receded inside, deciding he had tested Abe enough today.