Chapter Twelve
The vampire Lord glided through the dim, New York streets. 463Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHLaMRqeXRb
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.463Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk3uQ9Civ6I
He wore a black coat, that kept him warm.463Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCMUE5hOGqN
It started to rain heavily in the city that never sleeps.463Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQHZGmjxpSs
Not that it mattered to the Lord.463Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQa9DRfZdXZ
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