Chapter Twelve
The vampire Lord glided through the dim, New York streets. 482Please respect copyright.PENANAWwivLmKd1I
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.482Please respect copyright.PENANAITW9m2S44F
He wore a black coat, that kept him warm.482Please respect copyright.PENANAchWI0EMFMq
It started to rain heavily in the city that never sleeps.482Please respect copyright.PENANAwdB8j9e9NB
Not that it mattered to the Lord.482Please respect copyright.PENANAhf8fXtuaC5
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