Chapter Twelve
The vampire Lord glided through the dim, New York streets. 427Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3uD7jmEDFP
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.427Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtyzYeMHwlv
He wore a black coat, that kept him warm.427Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkB164uNMoy
It started to rain heavily in the city that never sleeps.427Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj1u01DieOX
Not that it mattered to the Lord.427Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYNaLDmOjOQ
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