Chapter Twelve
The vampire Lord glided through the dim, New York streets. 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1mHZ2gFEni
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.451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeRKgzFd1w5
He wore a black coat, that kept him warm.451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWv69PrBgma
It started to rain heavily in the city that never sleeps.451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpkZ3NRfIeY
Not that it mattered to the Lord.451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzPtcnYg1vN
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