In hindsight Eric decided that it was his grief over the loss of his child that had made it so easy for the half a dozen humans to capture him. He hadn't heard them coming and, when they had thrown a silver net around him, had barely even put up a fight.
Pam was gone and he couldn't seem to summon up the energy to care about anything else.
He gazed blankly at the opposite wall of the basement that he had been taken into, ignoring the men who were talking nearby. At the mention of Pam, however, his ears pricked up.
"I told you that striking at the bimbo would be to do the most damage," said one, he glance at Eric, "now we have truly brought him to his knees."
"It's true," said another, "poisoning her did serve to make him less cautious, it was much easier to bomb Fangtasia with him distracted."
"Killing her was the icing on the cake," said a third.
Eric bared his fangs.
"Oh-o, that got a reaction from him," commented the first, nodding in his direction, "don't tell me you actually did care for blondie," he taunted.
Eric's only response was to snarl.
"Don't worry, you'll soon be joining her in hell," the second man assured him.
Eric narrowed his eyes, "I will have my revenge," he swore.
The men snickered, "Go ahead and try," the third taunted as, still snickering, the men left him to himself.
Once they were gone Eric tested his silver bonds, there was no way he was going to be able to escape on his own but with Pam gone he had no one to call to help him.
Pam…
At the thought of his dead child a searing pain coursed through him, much worse than that elicited from the bonds.
Pam's second death had brought him low, but he would be damned if he went without taking some of those responsible with him.