nine years earlier while campaigning for General Zachary “Old Rough and Ready” Taylor in New England.
“A pleasure to see you again, Mr. Lincoln,” he said, extending his hand.
Abe shook it. “Likewise, Mr. Seward, likewise.”
“You are doubtless aware of Mr. Seward’s reputation?” asked Henry.
“I am.”
“Then you must know that he is a favorite to be nominated this time around.”
“Of course.”
“Of course,” said Henry. “But tell me… did you know that Seward here has hunted and destroyed nearly as many vampires as you have?”
Abe had to bite his lip to keep his jaw from dropping.
“Revelations,” said Henry. “Revelations are what bring us together tonight.” Henry paced in front of the hearth.
“I have brought you here,” he said, “because my colleagues wished to see for themselves the purpose that I have seen in you. To see this Abraham Lincoln I have spoken of these many years. I have brought you here because they wanted proof that you were capable of what we ask; to judge you directly before going any further.”
A man’s voice rang out of the darkness: “I am sure we can find a more agreeable method than that, Mr. Lincoln.”
A few scattered laughs echoed through the room. Henry silenced them with a wave of his hand.
“It is already done,” he said. “From the moment you were carried into this room, they saw your past and your pain; peered into your soul—just as I have. Had you been deemed unworthy, you would not have been permitted to wake among us.”
“ ‘Us…’ ” said Abe. “I have long believed that vampires form no alliances.”
“Desperate times. Our enemies have allied themselves—so must we. They have recruited living men to their cause—so have we.”
Henry stopped pacing.
“There is a war coming, Abraham,” he said. “It is not a war of man, but it is man who shall spill his blood fighting it—for it concerns his very right to be free.
“A war… ,” he continued. “And you of all men must win it.”
There was nothing else now—no vampires in the mezzanines, no Seward or silver tea service… there was only Henry.
“There are those of my kind,” he said, “who choose to remain in the shadows. Who cling to that last piece of themselves that is human. We are content to feed and be forgotten. To go about our cursed existence in relative peace, killing only when our hunger becomes unbearable. But there are others of my kind… those who see themselves as lions among sheep. As kings—superior to man in every way. Why, then, should they be confined to darkness? Why should they fear man?
“It is a conflict that began long before there was an America. A conflict between two groups of vampires: those who seek to coexist with man, and those who would see all of mankind in chains—bred, raised, and corralled as cattle.”
“These fifty years,” said Henry, “we have done everything in our power to prevent this war. Each of the errands I have sent you on—each has been with the aim of destroying those who would see it hastened, and your efforts—those of Seward and others—have indeed slowed its progress. But we can no longer hope to prevent it. Indeed, not four weeks ago we saw the first battle fought here on the streets of New York.”
“Our enemies are shrewd,” said Henry. “They have made their cause the cause of the South. Allied themselves with living men who defend slavery as fervently as they. But these men have been deceived into quickening their own doom, for Negroes are only the first of the living to be enslaved. If we lose, Abraham, then it is only a matter of time before every living man, woman, and child in America is a slave.”
Abe felt as if he might be sick.
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PART III
PRESIDENT
TEN
A House Divided
“A house divided against itself cannot stand.” I believe this government cannot endure, permanently half slave and half free. I do not expect the Union to be
I
In the predawn hours of February 23rd, 1861, a tall, cloaked figure was rushed onto the platform of the Baltimore & Ohio Railroad Depot before his train had even come to a stop, ten hours before anyone expected him to arrive. His feet seldom touched the ground as a mass of armed men hurried him into a waiting coach, which sped off as soon as its reinforced door had clicked shut. Inside, two bodyguards joined him behind the black curtains, their revolvers at the ready as if they expected the night to be shattered by gunfire at any moment. Outside, a third man sat next to the driver, his black eyes peering into the dark streets of Washington, D.C., looking for any sign of danger ahead. There were more of his kind waiting at the hotel, making sure no one entered without their knowledge and blessing; making sure their precious cargo was delivered safely to his bed. There was even a man stationed on the roof of the building across the way, looking for anyone who might try to crawl down the facade and enter through a window.
Henry Sturges had insisted on this unprecedented level of security—and his insistence had proven wise….
For President Elect Abraham Lincoln had just survived his first assassination attempt.
In late 1857, not long after his return from that fateful meeting in New York, Abe announced that he would run against Stephen Douglas for the Senate. Unbeknownst to his supporters, this announcement had been preceded by the arrival of a letter:
Abraham,
As you guessed in your letter of September 13th, we must ask you to oppose Mr. Douglas. The Senator, as you no doubt suspect, is one of the many living men who have fallen prey to our enemy’s influence. Do not concern yourself with the outcome of this election—rather, use your particular passion and oratory skill to combat slavery at
