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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