Chapter Twelve
The vampire Lord glided through the dim, New York streets. 256Please respect copyright.PENANAqKOKqkFBiL
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.256Please respect copyright.PENANAZjCguHXKiy
He wore a black coat, that kept him warm.256Please respect copyright.PENANApbkoadlvf0
It started to rain heavily in the city that never sleeps.256Please respect copyright.PENANA1B7OoHgSZf
Not that it mattered to the Lord.256Please respect copyright.PENANAQ2iG0rNC1D
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