His colorful name—Mandeville Zenge—was memorable, but the lurid horror of his 1935 crime eclipsed all other details in the newspaper articles that eagerly chronicled it. He was the jilted corner of a love triangle, and he exacted revenge on his rival’s manhood ... using a pen-knife.
It's the same old story. Boy vampire meets girl, girl and boy have tumultuous affair, boy goes away, girl falls for boy werewolf. The vampire-human-werewolf triangle has become almost cliché. When will these darn kids learn the term "threesome"?