Chapter Twelve
The vampire Lord glided through the dim, New York streets. 475Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAFIwBDwjJz
The raucous crowd of humans were drunk, or more to the point, unable to sleep. Some threw up; some looked at him as if he was insane, or mad. Either way, he gripped the dagger in his right, gloved hand.475Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO2ge3HqtvH
He wore a black coat, that kept him warm.475Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1hrGYIN8ah
It started to rain heavily in the city that never sleeps.475Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡttzIgDoX3s
Not that it mattered to the Lord.475Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6HnJJSf2nZ
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