He began training by practicing swinging his axe, creating stakes etc. At the age of 12, the one armed man arrived to collect payment from Thomas,
Abraham took his first kill, despite his fathers warnings that more will come. Thomas was wrong, as no more came for retribution. Smith 2012:68 says,
“Thomas stood aghast. “Look what you’ve done,” he said after a sickened silence. “You’ve killed us.”“On the contrary… I’ve killed him.”“More will come.”
Abe had already begun to walk away.“Then I shall need more stakes.”
3.2 First Hunt
When he was sixteen, Abe left the log cabin to find work, and found it as a worker on a boat carrying passengers that left when it reached their destination
along the Ohio River. Smith 2012:112 says, “ Mr. Gentry asked if I would join Allen in building and piloting a flatboat of his goods downriver-stopping in
Mississipi and points south to sell quantities of corn, pork, and other sundries. For this he would pay me the sum of eight dollars each month, and purchase my
steamboat ticket home from New Orleans.” As a young adult, Abe found a job working on a flatboat carrying goods
when he sees a slave auction. He notices that some of the buyers share a resemblance to Henrys descriptions of vampires in the open and follows them
after they buy their share of slaves. The vampires lure the slaves into an abandoned warehouse and slaughters them, drinking their blood. Abe is horrified
by the sight, and realized that the vampires are using slaves as their primary food
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source in America. To end slavery is to end the scourge of vampires, starting Abes work in Abolition. Smith 2012:134 says, “The first vampire grabbed the
sides of the thickset woman’s head and twisted it backward so that her chin and spine met—his wretched face her dying sight. Another screamed and writhed
when she felt the sting of two fangs in her shoulder. But the greater her struggle, the deeper the wound became, and the more freely her precious blood poured into
the creature’s mouth. I saw the head of a boy beaten until his brains poured from a hole in his skull, and another man’s head taken entirely. I could do nothing to help
them. Not when there were so many. Not without a weapon. The slave master calmly pulled the barn doors closed to stifle the noises of death, and I ran into the
night, my face wet with tears. Disgusted with myself for being so helpless. Sickened by what I had seen. But more than anything—sickened by the truth
taking shape in my mind. A truth that I had been too blind to see before.”
3.3 First Love
