Chapter Twelve
The vampire Lord glided through the dim, New York streets. 334Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDmbu7W78PL
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.334Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc8wbt9Qj7o
He wore a black coat, that kept him warm.334Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHGa0CQAMJg
It started to rain heavily in the city that never sleeps.334Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6R8pxJTuCg
Not that it mattered to the Lord.334Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH8wY2Dx6o2
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