Tomb of Dracula (Marvel;Re)/Issue Three

This is Issue three of Tomb of Dracula.

Transcript
It begins with Andrew Jackson writing. He stops narrating yet continues writing as suddenly Dracula appears. It cuts to days later as Andrew and Dracula are preparing to duel. They take two steps back and then turn around as Andrew shoots Dracula in the head. Dracula is unfazed by this and shoots at Andrew yet the bullet barely misses his neck. Cuts to later in Jackson's life as he is near death. Rachel is next to him as Dracula comes. He smirks as Jackson dies right there. Dracula then walks off knowing he has won again.
 * Andrew: (VO) This is the story of how I beat Dracula in a duel. He obviously didn't die because of he's immortal but I beat him nevertheless. Am I speaking for too long? I should likely cut to the chase.
 * Andrew: Who is it?
 * Dracula: Greetings President Jackson. I'd like to make a wager.
 * Andrew: I can't make a wager unless I know who you are.
 * Dracula: Call me Dracula. Now will you hear me out?
 * Andrew: I suppose I can.
 * Dracula: I heard your wife has divine beauty.
 * Andrew: What do you want with my wife you creep?!
 * Dracula: I want to duel you. If I win, I get your wife, if you win, I will make sure I never show my face again.
 * Andrew: Ha! This will be easy. Maybe easier than my duel with Charles Dickinson. Goodbye Dracula. Today will be your final day.
 * Dracula: We will see about that. We will see...
 * Andrew: Are you ready?
 * Dracula: Of course I am. May the best man win.
 * Andrew: I guess so.
 * Dracula: Looks like you won, President Jackson.
 * Andrew: H-h-h-how? How did you survive a headshot?
 * Dracula: Oh! I forgot to mention! I'm a vampire.
 * Andrew: YOU! I thought we made a deal!
 * Dracula: You're near death Jackson. I’m just going to help you through it.
 * Andrew: What?!
 * Dracula: I'm positive your wife would hate to see you die. That's if she's still human.
 * Andrew: What the fuck did you do to my wife?!
 * Dracula: I turned my back on my promise. She's been a vampire for a while. And oh you are in death's bed so you can't see it. Goodbye president Jackson. May Mephisto give you mercy in hell.