Okay. So I watched Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter for the first time a few nights ago. Needless to say it was AWESOME! And I was immediately captivated by Henry. I've searched high and low for fanfics about him, but all I can find is Henry and Abe slash. Which I'm totally not in to. So…I decided to write my own little story about him. If I get readers, AWESOME! If not, oh well. At least I've had my fun.
The face of his old friend appeared on the yellowed paper. The National News read: Lincoln Shot. Condition considered hopeless. Will not live through the night Doctors declare. Henry slammed the paper onto the table and rested his hand on the middle of his head. Mere hours ago he had been trying to convince Abe to listen to him; to allow him to turn Abe into one of his kind. But Abe would not hear of it. And now probably the best person he had ever trained and had success with as a Vampire Hunter was dead.
Annalise Long was your average woman. 25 years old with brown hair and brown eyes. She walked into the Hellion's Bar around 11 and took a seat at the bar. She made eye contact with a strange man sitting next to her. He wore sunglasses and a sports jacket over a white t-shirt. She gave a small half smile and nodded her head before looking to the bar tender. "I'll have a cosmo, Lee." Lee smiled and shook his head. "You come in here almost every night, Ana. You really think I don't know what you drink?" He walked away, leaving Ana alone with the strange man. To his left, there was another man to whom he was speaking. "A man only drinks like that when he's planning to kiss a girl or kill a man. Which is it?" The man he was speaking to wobbly stood on his two feet, and a gun fell to the floor. He leaned down, collected it, stuffed it back into his waistband and turned for the door. The strange man next to Ana stayed put. He picked his drink up and took a long slug from the glass.
He began to speak as he replaced it on the counter. "I think he means to kill." At that moment, Lee returned with her cosmo. She smiled at him and handed him a $20 dollar bill. Lee walked away to help other customers and she turned her head to the man next to her. "I'm sorry, what?" He turned to his right to face her better and slightly leaned forward. "That man. Had a gun. Doesn't take two guesses what he plans on doing with it." He leaned back, picked up his glass, and finished the remaining alcohol. "Okay." She picked up her glass and took a long drink, feeling the burn in her throat. "I am terribly sorry. My name is Henry Sturges." He studied her for a moment, sensing a feeling of recognition. "Do I know you? You look so terribly familiar." She licked her lips and opened her mouth to say something then closed it. She let a scoff come out. "I don't think so. At least, I have never seen you before." She finished her drink and slid off the barstool. "Lee, I'm going home. I'll see you tomorrow night." Lee put down his rag and raised a hand, waving bye to her. She put on her jacket and swung her purse strap over her shoulder.
"Well, Harry, it was very nice to meet you, but I've really got to get home. You have a good night." She extended her hand and he took it. Instead of the shake she expected to get, he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to the soft flesh on the back of her hand. "It's Henry. And goodnight to you.." He trailed off, as if expecting something. It clicked in her brain. "Analise." He released her hand and smiled at her. "Analise. Beautiful name to fit a beautiful woman." She was beginning to feel creeped out. She returned his smile and headed for the door. The cool night air covered her and seeped through her jeans. A chill ran down her spine. She hugged her jacket closer to her and began to walk the 3 blocks it took to get to her home. She headed down the same alley way as usual. Only this time, something felt wrong. She felt as if she was being watched. She paid no attention and only quickened her pace as she got to the middle of the alley. Suddenly, she heard a loud crash come from behind her. She stopped and turned around, seeing an overturned trash can, its contents sprawled over the concrete.
"Hello?" Her request went unanswered. She rapidly turned back around and continued her fast pace. Unexpectedly, she felt hands on her back and felt herself falling. After everything had happened so fast, she realized the ground was right underneath her nose. She blinked, staring at the pavement. All of the sudden, she felt her back against a wall and saw a man holding her there. He was slightly taller than she, with brown, short, curly hair, and black eyes. Her breathing began to quicken, her heart joining it's accelerated pace. "Take my money. My purse is right there on the pavement. Please." The last word was more of a plea than a statement. The man said nothing. He placed his hand on her head above her ear and pushed it to the side, exposing her neck. She heard a horrifying hiss and felt the pant of the man on her skin. She squeezed her eyes shut and was prepared for anything that would come next.
A loud thud shook her from the still that she had accepted. She regained movement and when she looked to find the man, she saw Henry from the bar. He was standing in front of the other man, talking to him. "I really don't think that's a great idea." The other man stood from his knee and moved so that he was face to face with Henry. "It's a grand idea, Henry. Maybe one day you will actually come to accept that." And in an instant, he was gone. Henry walked back over to Analise, her mind running a thousand miles per hour. "Are you hurt?" She shook her head no and tried to find words again. "He knew you?" Henry looked at the ground, plain to anyone that he was shaken, disturbed. "Uh, yes. He did, actually. An old acquaintance."
She felt like the wall was the only thing holding her upright. She shakily moved forward and picked up her purse from the ground. "Who was he?" Henry walked away from her and stopped a few feet away. "His name is Adam. And he was supposed to be dead."
Well , what do you think? Replies, comments, and such are much appreciated and accepted. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone or anything from Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter. I am just a fan looking to further the story through my own point of view from where the film ended.