Abraham Lincoln Vampire Fucker
By Cheri Verset
Copyright © 2012 Cheri Verset
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Abraham Lincoln was gaunt when he boarded the train to Washington. It was a dark gray November evening, gloomy he would come to think of it. His face was drawn, his skin pale. He hoped to high heaven no one would ask questions, his headache wouldn’t allow him to answer.
He should have been ecstatic, triumphant even. He had just delivered a wonderful little speech in front of 20,000 people. Wasn’t that cause for celebration? No, it wasn’t. His mind was on the 8,000 dead souls from the Battle of Gettysburg and the Soldiers’ National Cemetery he had just dedicated.
And yet, that’s not what troubled him.
“Are you all right, Mr. President?”
Lincoln looked up and saw his secretary John G. Nicolay standing over him. He hadn’t even heard him enter the train compartment.
“I’m fine, John. I’m just a little tired, that’s all.”
“Are you certain, sir? Perhaps I could fix you a tonic.”
“No, I merely require some rest.”
The message was clear. Nicolay nodded solemnly and left the President of the United States alone.
Abe thought back to the previous evening. Perhaps he should have shouted, perhaps he should have put up a fight. However, he hadn’t been able to. He hadn’t been willing to. The night of November 18, 1863 was the moment – he was sure of this – that would change his life forever.
* * *
David Wills was a hospitable man. A respected Gettysburg educator and attorney, he had put his house at the President’s disposal for his trip to their small Pennsylvania town. He was a gracious host and did his best to entertain the most powerful man in all the land, intending to fill him full of food and drink.
Abe graciously declined. He went up to the room he’d been allotted and decided to put his thoughts on paper. He was to address thousands of people tomorrow and he therefore needed to have something to say. It was his intention to summarize the principles of equality which had been first outlined in the Declaration of Independence. He thought about outright plagiarizing the whole thing, convinced that the local farmers wouldn’t know the difference, but in the end decided to go with something new.
“Back in 1776,” he mumbled as he wrote. “Our ancestors established on this continent a new country...”
He liked the sound of that end jotted it down.
“Try to be a little more poetic, sir.”
Startled by the voice, Abe turned around. Standing by the door was a woman. She was tall and wearing an evening gown made of fine silk. The neckline was cut low, brazenly displaying her ample bosom. Her raven hair was up in a tight bun with loose curls framing her white angelic face. She was stunning.
“Who are you, madam?”
“I am your prospective audience and I hereby inform you that if you leave your speech in this current state you shall lose several attendees to the inviting arms of Morpheus.”
“You dare enter my chambers and criticize my prose?”
The woman smiled faintly and came closer, her shoes resounding conspicuously against the hardwood floor. She stopped two feet from the President.
“Don’t say 1776, sir. Try something a little more obscure, a little more memorable. Maybe something along the lines of four score and seven years ago.”
“Four score and seven years ago,” he repeated softly to himself. “I like that.”
And so he wrote it down. He turned back to her again but she wasn’t there anymore. He twisted further on his seat and found the woman sitting on the edge of his bed. The hem of her dress rode up a few inches and he could see her crossed ankles.
He could feel a stirring in his loins.
“As much as I am grateful for the assistance you’ve provided, you still have not told me how you managed to enter my quarters and why you have done so.”
“There are rumors, sir, wild rumors. It is said that you favor equality among all races.”
“I do. All humans were created equal, coming to life in the same manner, rich or poor, white or black.”
“What about nonhumans? Do you think they should benefit from equality as well?”
“I’m not certain I grasp your meaning, madam. Surely you don’t mean that dogs and swine should be considered equals to humans!”
The woman smiled. At the corners of her lips were teeth that made Abe gasp. They were not ordinary canines. Were they... fangs?!
“What if I told you the world was not only the dominion of humans? What if I told you there were other creatures struggling to live amongst these humans?” She leaned forward and lowered her voice to a whisper. “What if I told you I was one of these creatures?”
At once Abe understood. He’d heard of fantastical beings – half human, half monster – who lived in the night and feasted on weaklings and degenerates. They were armed with fangs and charm and they seduced their prey until they essentially gave themselves over to them. They were called vampires.
“Are you here to kill me, beast?”
Slowly, the woman stood up and walked to him. Her hips swayed lasciviously with each step in a way that was both provocative and devilishly inciting. She bent to his level to speak, her mouth inches from his ear.
“Do you really think me a beast, sir? Do I not look respectable in all manners of dress and speak? Do I not rival the prettiest ladies your land has to offer? Do I not elicit lustful stirrings within you?”
She made sense but he refused to admit it.
“I invite you to depart from these premises at once, evil creature!”
“I prefer to be called Josephine.”
To distract himself from the fact that, despite himself, he was starting to enjoy her breath on his skin, he asked, “Why have you intruded upon me anyhow?”
“We share the same goal, Mr. President. You want peace among all races and so do we. I’ve been appointed representative of my coven and asked to convince you to extend the same courtesy to us. We want a guarantee that we will not be persecuted simply for existing.”
Her face dipped in front of his. He was surprised by how little heat she emanated. In fact, she was cold as ice. It was like approaching one’s face to a window in winter. His mind was clouded by how utterly gorgeous she was. In spite of the menace she exuded – maybe because of it – he wanted to take her in his arms and ravage her.
No, he wanted her to ravage him!
“And what would we as a human race get in return for this courtesy? What would keep you from decimating our ranks, annihilating us completely?”
“I could be persuaded to send a few of my kind to Virginia to assist your forces. When my brethren get hungry there is no limit to the damage they can inflict. What say you, Mr. President?”
Abe couldn’t hold back anymore. He closed the gap between them and kissed her hard. He was astounded by how unyielding her flesh was, how icy it was, but it turned him on even more. He feared having gone too far but an instant later she was kissing him back.
After almost a minute of this, the President backed off to catch his breath though he judged she didn’t need to. He gazed upon her gorgeously ingenue face. She grinned in a way that was both coy and sultry, as if she was humoring the desire to a child but still took satisfaction from it.
He kissed her again, this time cradling her face with his hands. He stroked her neck and went down to her shoulders which he then brushed with his lips. Every moral fiber in his body told him that what he was doing was wrong but at this point he was no longer listening to his conscience. His body’s primal urges were making all the decisions.
She pushed him back as her eyes became darker. She stared at him and decided that if he was going to satisfy his lust she was going to quench her thirst. She crossed the distance between them, grabbed the front of his shirt, and ripped it open, letting buttons fly left and right.