Chapter Twelve
The vampire Lord glided through the dim, New York streets. 490Please respect copyright.PENANANnLt5n8Gw0
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.490Please respect copyright.PENANAm56ptyuflG
He wore a black coat, that kept him warm.490Please respect copyright.PENANAI6i6erQlig
It started to rain heavily in the city that never sleeps.490Please respect copyright.PENANAkDhzDK76TQ
Not that it mattered to the Lord.490Please respect copyright.PENANASsTyGAPRfI
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