He could feel the binds that went around him but he could not see them. He started to struggle. How dare someone bind him! He was more powerful, then Emerson was in front of him. If he had been more himself he would have noticed the difference in Emerson. The man went from calm laid back to stern man in seconds. He growled at the man in front of him.
"Let me go." he said, thrashing about. He had to kill Lucius, he had to make him sorry he ever even met Buffy. She was HIS, and his alone. He would not give her up to the likes of the satanic witch. "I'm going to kill him, let me go!" His fangs were bared, bight and white and sharp as razors.