Chapter Twelve
The vampire Lord glided through the dim, New York streets. 233Please respect copyright.PENANAs14FbAGuQT
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.233Please respect copyright.PENANA88rY9qq5gb
He wore a black coat, that kept him warm.233Please respect copyright.PENANANVqgNMEoQn
It started to rain heavily in the city that never sleeps.233Please respect copyright.PENANAA67Z8yKHVG
Not that it mattered to the Lord.233Please respect copyright.PENANAGOcc8kRH3X
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