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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