"What do we have here?" I asked in Michaels' baritone voice, looking exactly like him.
Mengele's black hair was slicked back, resembling the old depictions of Count Dracula. His eyes were a bright green and his skin, pale. Yes, now he was definitely a vamp. The last time I saw him, he was still human, in Poland at Auschwitz. I almost had him once, but he narrowly escaped. It's not surprising that Clark found him. Mengele's eyes flared and his lips turned down into a scowl as he glared at me. "I thought I told you never to come down here again," Mengele bellowed, looking directly into my eyes, holding a metal syringe as he stood over the blonde youth.
Rick looked at me from the table, and his eyes flared. He looked haggard and in dire need of blood. Mengele must have been starving him t
