"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 ...