Chapter Twelve
The vampire Lord glided through the dim, New York streets. 401Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9M3xczg1n4
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.401Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh6j4cpNz1M
He wore a black coat, that kept him warm.401Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjesHM0Hk7X
It started to rain heavily in the city that never sleeps.401Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmAVzHZnybm
Not that it mattered to the Lord.401Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSN2g4tg0cS
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