Louis: I tasted the blood. I knew it was his. Why, I thought. Claudia is dead. I was dead. I was dead. But my rage. My rage had risen. Followed closely behind by my madness.
Louis: I tasted the blood. I knew it was his. Why, I thought. Claudia is dead. I was dead. I was dead. But my rage. My rage had risen. Followed closely behind by my madness.
