He had no idea what time it was nor what day it was. Although Elijah Mason didn't know his disappearance had been almost two months ago, to him, however, it felt like two years. The only thing he knew of his location was it had been a police station of some sort once upon a time. The second thing he knew of his situation was his captors were human and very, very clever. Elijah was dosed daily with enough silver to keep him lucid, coherent, and compliant, but not enough to kill him. He assumed that was a result, to a point, by the blood they used to administer the silver.

Eli had been unconscious during the time they transported him from the safe house to wherever the hell they were now. What he did remember was hazy, but Eli did know that he, Trent, and the rest of the protection crew were completely unprepared for the attack that had come their way. In the ensuing days and weeks of torture, the vampire had been able to piece together during the scant reprieves he was allowed that the Revenant attack on the safe house had not been as random as he originally thought. Presumably his tormenters had led the creatures to their door, exploited a weakness, and took what they wanted. Which, Eli learned, had been him.

He also learned why they wanted him. Who better to tell them everything about Isaac Holt, Territory Leader, than one of his very own Fledglings? Eli, however, was proving to be a tough nut to crack. The information he gave was of little consequence and he had held out long enough to the physical stuff that they were resorting to starving the information they needed out of him now. That was when his fear began to surface.

Eli had known since the beginning that the psychic bond he shared with his maker was not working, he presumed, because of the silver. He could not feel the comforting presence of Isaac, but that was easy to overcome when your only goal for the day was survive the physical torture. It was easier to hope that Isaac would come for him even when it felt like his guts were on fire because of the silver knife stuck in him. But now that he was alone, lying on the cold concrete floor, and not remembering when the last time he'd had any blood? His hope was fading and Eli finally understood in some small way the contempt and disdain his maker held for the humans. Eli only wished he survived long enough to apologize to the older vampire.