Chapter Twelve
The vampire Lord glided through the dim, New York streets. 466Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd0areWikKN
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.466Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF9Mwdaey8N
He wore a black coat, that kept him warm.466Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTH4fJXgtl7
It started to rain heavily in the city that never sleeps.466Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZSnpL6duhF
Not that it mattered to the Lord.466Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvN0O5wlvH0
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