Chapter Twelve
The vampire Lord glided through the dim, New York streets. 352Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLz4ruM7Swq
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.352Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIIrNmtAxB0
He wore a black coat, that kept him warm.352Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUTvUBASyC1
It started to rain heavily in the city that never sleeps.352Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOIgqZWNAVE
Not that it mattered to the Lord.352Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5PNCuZlH9o
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