Chapter Twelve
The vampire Lord glided through the dim, New York streets. 399Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6ln5X2DyBV
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.399Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡER67qvbEgs
He wore a black coat, that kept him warm.399Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWlM6QwxR3f
It started to rain heavily in the city that never sleeps.399Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhSGSwcPh2w
Not that it mattered to the Lord.399Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeyLqTxGMuz
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