Chapter Twelve
The vampire Lord glided through the dim, New York streets. 421Please respect copyright.PENANA5WcSwSsWG5
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.421Please respect copyright.PENANAbNAT5pj76x
He wore a black coat, that kept him warm.421Please respect copyright.PENANAXu65r6Qdfw
It started to rain heavily in the city that never sleeps.421Please respect copyright.PENANAVxX7I7Ef3i
Not that it mattered to the Lord.421Please respect copyright.PENANAf2Vauzam6V
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