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kly mounted the bars and flung his carcass to the very far end of it。 Down into the melting snow he fell。 I was rid of him。
Now I had to have blood。 There was no time for the old game； the game of drawing out those who wanted to die； those who truly craved my embrace； those in love already with the far country of death of which they knew nothing。
I had to shuffle and stumble along； the mark； in my floppy silk jacket and rolled pants； long hair veiling my face； poor dazzled kid； perfect for your knife； your gun； your fist。
It didn't take long。
The first was a drunken； sauntering wretch who plied me with questions before he revealed the flashing blade and went to sink it into me。 I pushed him up against the side of the building； and fed like a glutton。
The next was a mon desperate youth； fall of festering sores； who had killed twice before for the heroin he needed as badly as I needed the doomed blood inside him。
I drank more slowly。
The thickest worst scars of my body yielded with much defense； itching； throbbing and only slowly melting away。 But the thirst； the thirst would not stop。 My bowels churned as if devouring themselves。 My eyes pulsed with pain。
But the cold wet city； so full of rankling hollow noise； grew ever brighter before me。 I could hear voices many blocks away； and small electronic speakers in high buildings。 I could see beyond the breaking clouds the true and numberless stars。
I was almost myself again。
So who will e to me now； I thought； in this barren desolate hour before dawn； when the snow is melting in the warmer air； and neon lights have all died out； and the wet newspaper blows like leaves through a stripped and frozen forest？
I took all the precious articles which had belonged to my first victim； and dropped them here and there into deep hollow public trash cans。
One last killer； yes； please； fate； do give me this； while there's time； and indeed he came； blasted fool； out of a car as behind him the driver waited； the motor idling。
〃What's taking you so damn long？〃 said the driver at last。
〃Nothing；〃 I said； dropping his friend。 I leaned in to look at him。 He was as vicious and stupid as his panion。 He threw up his hand； but helplessly and too late。 I pushed him over on the leather seat and drank now for rank pleasure； pure sweet crazed pleasure。
I walked slowly through the night； my arms out； my eyes directed Heavenward。
From the scattered black grates of the gleaming street there gushed the pure white steam of heated places below。 Trash in shiny plastic sacks made a fantastical modern and glittering display on the curbs of the slate…gray sidewalks。
Tiny tender trees； with little year…round leaves like short pen strokes of bright green in the night； bent their stemlike trunks with the whining wind。 Everywhere the high clean glass doors of granite…faced buildings contained the radiant splendor of rich lobbies。 Shop windows displayed their sparkling diamonds； lustrous furs and smartly cut coats and gowns on grandly coiffed and faceless pewter mannequins。
The Cathedral was a lightless； soundless place of frost…rimmed turrets and ancient pointed arches； the pavement clean where I had stood on the morning when the sun caught me。
Lingering there； I closed my eyes； trying perhaps to recall the wonder and the zeal； the courage and the glorious expectation。
There came instead； clear and shining through the dark air； the pristine notes of the Appassionata。 Roiling； rumbling； racing on； the crashing music came to call me home。 I followed it。
The clock in the hotel foyer was striking six。 The winter dark would break up in moments like the very ice that had once imprisoned me。 The long polished desk was deserted in the muted lights。
In a wall mirror of dim glass framed in rococo gold； I saw myself； paled and waxen； and unblemished。 Oh； what fun the sun and ice had had with me in turns； the fury of the one quick…frozen by the merciless grip of the other。 Not a scar remained of where the skin had burnt to muscle。 A sealed and solid thing with seamless agony within； I was； all of a piece； restored； with sparkling clear white fingernails； and curling lashes round my clear brown eyes； and clothes a wretched heap of stained； misfitted finery on the old familiar rugged cherub。
Never before had I been thankful to see my own too youthful face； too hairless chin； too soft and delicate hands。 But I could have thanked the gods of old for wings at this moment。
Above； the music carried on； so grand； so legible of tragedy and lust and dauntless spirit。 I loved it so。 Who in the whole wide world could ever play that same Sonata as she did； each phrase as fresh as songs sung all their livelong life by birds who know but one such set of patterns。
I looked about。 It was a fine； expensive place； of old wainscoting and a few deep chairs； and door keys ranged up a wall in tiny dark…stained wooden boxes。
A great vase of flowers； the infallible trademark of the vintage New York hotel； stood boldly and magnificently in the middle of the space； atop a round black marble table。 I skirted the bouquet； snapping off one big pink lily with a deep red throat and petals curling to yellow at the outside； and then I went silently up the fire stairs to find my children。
She did not stop her playing when Benji let me in。
〃You're looking really good； Angel；〃 he said。
On and on she went； her head moving unaffectedly and perfectly with the rhythm of the Sonata。
He led me through a chain of finely decorated plastered chambers。 Mine was too sumptuous by far； I whispered； seeing the tapestry spread and pillows of old gracious threadbare gold。 I needed only perfect darkness。
〃But this is the least we have；〃 he said with a little shrug。
He had changed to a fresh white linen robe lined with a fine blue stripe； a kind I'd often seen in Arab lands。 He wore white socks with his brown sandals。 He puffed his little Turkish cigarette； and squinted up at me through the smoke。
〃You brought me back the watch； didn't you！〃 He nodded his head； all sarcasm and amusement。
〃No；〃 I said。 I reached into my pocket。 〃But you may have the money。 Tell me； since your little mind is such a locket and I have no key； did anyone see you bring that badge…carrying； gun…toting villain up here？〃
〃I see him all the time；〃 he said with a little weary wave of his hand。
〃We left the bar separately。 I killed two birds with one stone。 I'm very smart。〃
〃How so？〃 I asked。 I put the lily in his little hand。
〃Sybelle's brother bought from him。 That cop was the only guy ever missed him。〃 He gave a little laugh。 He tucked the lily in the thick curls above his left ear； then pulled it down and twirled its tiny ciborium in his fingers。 〃Clever； no？ Now nobody asks where he is。〃
〃Oh； indeed； two birds with one stone； you're quite right；〃 I said。 〃Though I'm sure there's a great deal more to it。〃
〃But you'll help us now； won't you？〃
〃I will indeed。 I'm very rich； I told you。 I'll patch things up。 I have an instinct for it。 I o