Chapter Twelve
The vampire Lord glided through the dim, New York streets. 465Please respect copyright.PENANAy57rAg9rHS
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.465Please respect copyright.PENANArMlSqIpJOU
He wore a black coat, that kept him warm.465Please respect copyright.PENANAjARLcaGeuJ
It started to rain heavily in the city that never sleeps.465Please respect copyright.PENANAOIkSTJEQgV
Not that it mattered to the Lord.465Please respect copyright.PENANAmTBfLe8y0E
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