Chapter Twelve
The vampire Lord glided through the dim, New York streets. 637Please respect copyright.PENANALTtghz7h05
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.637Please respect copyright.PENANAIr3pQz7Q2r
He wore a black coat, that kept him warm.637Please respect copyright.PENANARFQpGQpBlC
It started to rain heavily in the city that never sleeps.637Please respect copyright.PENANAGSJZalHklT
Not that it mattered to the Lord.637Please respect copyright.PENANAukOj1GZqqW
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