Chapter Twelve
The vampire Lord glided through the dim, New York streets. 335Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvnr0xlblMS
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.335Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNXpRF2FCyy
He wore a black coat, that kept him warm.335Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGcmNzEzfyF
It started to rain heavily in the city that never sleeps.335Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaXrTUn2TbW
Not that it mattered to the Lord.335Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ30R2JNMH2F
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