Chapter Twelve
The vampire Lord glided through the dim, New York streets. 394Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQJEaRZxkD2
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.394Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm05N2fBtGM
He wore a black coat, that kept him warm.394Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOw6dVSQvW2
It started to rain heavily in the city that never sleeps.394Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7TAANTMnSN
Not that it mattered to the Lord.394Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIQWA1c3rw5
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