It was fun watching the Grimm and his friends fight the zombified citizens of Portland. But it was all a ploy to distract them really. Distract them from what they were really after. The Grimm. The sole reason for Eric's visit, although it was fun to socialize with his dear brother, was to get Nick and take him to Vienna.

Really, it had been much easier than he thought it would be. The Grimm had taken their bait, followed Baron Samedi into their trap. Of course, he had taken precautions. He knew the Grimm wouldn't come by choice, so the only way to do it was infect him just like the other zombies had been. Not only that but he knew his brother was suspicious of him from the moment he got there. Would try to stop them from taking the Grimm, probably even followed him there.

However, everything went just as well as Eric had wanted it to. Nick was safely boarded on the plane, cleverly disguised as Thomas Schirack. Initially he hadn't planned on boarding the flight, but as he suspected his brother would try something unpleasant, he had accompanied them. There were temporary setbacks, most likely due to his some interference by the Grimm's friends and his brother but that was taken care of quickly.

The flight itself had went smoothly and they made it to Vienna without any further complications. Of course he'd found out upon arrival that the car he was supposed to have taken had been detonated, as he suspected. In the end he had gotten exactly what he wanted.

Now the Grimm was in a cell, chained to the wall, good enough to hold a Grimm down. Blood was all over his clothes, only a smart part of it was his. Some stains were left on the ground were bodies had previously been. Eric waited, leaning against a nearby wall as he waited for the Grimm to wake up.

Bleary eyes opened as limbs instinctually moved, tugging at the the chain. Confused, Nick tried again but he was held down good but he wasn't sure why. Slowly he glanced up to see that his hands were chained to wall. He was even more confused as he looked around the unfamiliar room, not sure how he had gotten there or why it was so dark. It was so dark that he hadn't even spotted a figure in the shadows.

"What the hell?" He said loudly as he tried once more to pull at the chain, frustration setting in as well as the confusion. "Where the hell am I?"

At the sound of a sudden chuckle his body flinched as the figure he hadn't noticed made himself known, stepping out of the shadows.

"Well I see you're finally awake," The stranger said with a grin, "Let me be the first to officially welcome you to Vienna. Don't suppose you remember how you got here?"

At first Nick couldn't recall anything, all he remembered was chasing the baron... and then it all set in and he started panicking. He remembered getting infected by toxin…Then there was the killing. Eyes widened in horror as he finally noticed the blood stains on the floor and his clothes.

"You, this was all your doing? You made him do this to me…?" He glared at the man, trying to keep his composure but failing. "Who the hell are you anyway?"

"I'm sure my brother has mentioned me, perhaps you know him. Sean Renard ringing any bells?" Another chuckle escaped the man's lips, as he if was he felt he accomplished something. "However, I can't take full credit, the Baron played his role. But yes, in fact I came to Portland to just to get you. But I didn't expect you to make such a mess when we got here."

"Brother... Don't tell me you're Eric... " Nick could recall Sean mentioning him at the very least, but why had he brought him here? "I'm not a killer, whatever killed them wasn't me... even if that was true, what was the use infecting me in the place. You know I won't cooperate with you."

"So you do know my name." Eric shook his head as he approached Nick and patted his cheek. "What was the use? Grimm, we both know you wouldn't come willingly. I merely took what I wanted." He looked down at the stains and back at Nick, "Oh but it was you, you killed them with your own hands, can't you see?"

Nick flinched at the touch, even moved his legs to kick him away before he took a deep breath in attempt to calm himself. He was sure Eric was trying to get into his head by rubbing it all in. But he was right, regardless of whether he was in control, he had killed. Even now he could still feel some of the rage and bloodlust he'd felt then. However, he wasn't going to let the royal get to him.

"So… what? You had me in the same death state because you couldn't face me head on?" Nick said as intimidatingly as he could, "What does a royal want with a Grimm, huh? I'm not some royal Grimm that's going to help you."

The smile that graced the other man's features sent a chill down his spine.

"You're right, you're not but you could be. If you were to align yourself with us things would be much better for you, especially if you have the key" Eric said, trying to tempt the Grimm. "Sooner or later it will happen. So what do you say, Grimm? Make it easier on yourself and yes now, or have it that hard way?"

"I will never align myself with you, ever. Like I said, I won't cooperate with you," Nick spat at him, "I'd sooner be dead than help the likes of you. Sure as hell won't tell you where the key is."

Eric wiped the spit off his face and sighed, "Well that simply won't do, can't have you dying on me. But let me tell you what? I'll give you more time to think it over." He started to walk away, turning back to face him. "I wouldn't make the wrong decision if I were you."