Chapter Twelve
The vampire Lord glided through the dim, New York streets. 403Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIpB7FmwQY7
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.403Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6MFVQiyngL
He wore a black coat, that kept him warm.403Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1DN1lUj0hb
It started to rain heavily in the city that never sleeps.403Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI7tqrVlAY9
Not that it mattered to the Lord.403Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgS42YJVAyx
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