Chapter Twelve
The vampire Lord glided through the dim, New York streets. 404Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV88ROp3vvL
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.404Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ40J8UpkFwp
He wore a black coat, that kept him warm.404Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxwQZojsAvS
It started to rain heavily in the city that never sleeps.404Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmjJppd4kPK
Not that it mattered to the Lord.404Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAcIBm3KXvd
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