Ziva was not used to wearing these types of clothes, though Abby knew if they were going to be at Fangtasia, she could not let her friend going dressed as she usually does, despite how gorgeous Abby thought she looked in said clothes. Ziva wore Abby's cut off Cheap Trick shirt, which showed her arms and toned abdomen; along with rather short black shorts, several bracelets, a couple belts draping a bit around her hips, and her combat boots. She looked at herself in the mirror, shocked by just how much of her flesh showed. Her hair fell in waves, going past the end of her shirt.

"Abby, I don't know about this." Ziva sighed, seeing Abby put on one of her numerous dog collars.

"What do you mean? You look hot." Abby replied, going to synch up the boots on her feet. "Look, I know it's a lot of flesh, but trust me, you look perfect for Fangtasia."

Ziva crossed her arms over her upper abdomen as she turned on her heels to look down at Abby. She, with curious eyes, watched her friend closely as she stood back up.

"About that..." Ziva said, taking a step towards Abby. "What kind of club is named 'Fangtasia'? And you never told me what makes it so much different than clubs in DC."

Abby bit her black lip for a moment before finally giving up the one piece of information she had not quite told Ziva, and for what she thought was good reason.

"It's... it's a vampire bar." Abby confessed, causing Ziva to laugh. "What? What's so funny?"

"A vampire bar... that's rich." Ziva said, adding a bit more make up before looking to Abby, grabbing a leather jacket, pulling the black leather article of clothing onto her frame. "Alright then, let us go to this vampire bar, then."

Abby shook her head, knowing Ziva would just have to see it for herself in order to believe it. The walk to Fangtasia a couple blocks away was without talking between the two girls, but soon enough they found themselves at the door, being carded before going inside. Ziva was mystified by the decor and the other patrons. It was unlike any other bar and nightclub she had ever been to, in more ways than she believed. Abby led the pair over to an unoccupied small table about fifteen feet from the stage of the place, the stage in which Eric Northman and Pamela Swynford de Beaufort were. Eric was sitting in his chair, whilst Pam stood to the side of him. Her hand was propping her somewhat against her Maker's chair, a bored look on her face.

"Same fucking crowd as usual." Pamela growled, feeling much more annoyed than usual.

"Easy, Pamela... I am sure we will find a human worthy of our affections sometime soon." Eric said in a wickedly optimistic tone. "We just have to wait and be patient."

The pair had not fed in a few days, and their last fang bangers were so beneath them, they felt disgraceful. However, both knew that they wanted something else. Much like nesting groups of vampires, the Maker and Progeny were looking for a female human to share between the two of them. Needless to say, their efforts were not going as they wish. Abby, meanwhile, made sure Ziva was seated before speaking,

"I'm going to get us some drinks," Abby spoke before going to the bar and getting a couple drinks.

Ziva looked around the place, unable to believe her eyes. She noticed humans submissively displaying their necks and thighs to vampires, their fangs out in full view. Ziva shook her head, allowing her eyes to scan over the rest of the bar, her eyes immediately halting upon noticing them. Eric and Pam. Curiosity and uncertainty coursed through her, unsure of what to make of the pale blondes watching over Fangtasia, as if they were hawks. Though they were no such things. No. In fact, they were just like those who had humans fawning all over them. They were vampires. Not just any vampires, however. Eric was Sheriff, and Pam was his progeny. When Abby returned with a Chardonnay for herself and a mojito for Ziva, the Israeli decided to ask the Goth about them, her eyes still entranced by her current view.

"Abby, tell me, who are they?" Ziva questioned, gesturing her finger towards them as she managed to tear her eyes away just long enough to look to her co-worker.

Abby, confused, looked in the direction of Ziva's inquiring index finger, nearly dropping her drink when she saw Pamela and Eric, their eyes scanning over separate areas of the bar and nightclub before them. Setting down her drink shakily, she made sure to cease Ziva's pointing before sitting down. She looked terrified.

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" Abby exclaimed with much fear in her tone.

"What? What? Abby, who are they?" The federal agent asked with much persistence.

"The guy... he's the sheriff." Abby said in as low of a tone as possible.

The caused Ziva's brows to furrow with confusion. A sheriff? Sitting on the stage in a nightclub? This town was more odd than she realized.

"What is law enforcement doing in here?" She questioned, cocking her head to the left.

"No, no... not that kind of sheriff, Ziva. He's a vampire sheriff." Abby explained, her hands going to her thighs. "And the woman beside him is his progeny."

Ziva found herself confused yet again.

"Progeny?"

"He made her... y'know, into a vampire." Abby spoke in a more hushed tone. "He is her Maker."

Suddenly, her heart shaped face lit up with intrigue, looking over to Eric and Pam with curious orbs. Abby gasped.

"Ziva, no! Stop looking at them!" She exclaimed, forcing her eyes onto herself. "Seriously, stop that."

"Okay, sorry." Ziva said, though, she could not help but to occasionally find herself gawking far too much for her own good.

Ziva snapped out of her stare when she heard Abby groan. Her eyes went to Abby before looking where she was looking, at one of her exes who was not only obsessed with vampires, but her as well.

"Shit... Ziva, I gotta get out of here." Abby said, standing to her feet before putting on her jacket. "Crazy ex boyfriend is here. But, you stay... enjoy the place."

"Okay, Abby... are you going to be alright?" Ziva questioned, briefly touching her alabaster skinned arm.

"Oh, yeah... but Ziva, really, whatever you do, don't look at Pam and Eric, got it?" Abby spoke sternly, not wishing for her friend to become their next meal.

"Got it." Ziva replied, watching the forensic scientist leave the place.

The Israeli downed both her own and Abby's abandoned drinks, before taking the glasses back to the bartender. She went back to her seat, sitting down. Staring at the table awhile, she could not help herself any longer. She defied Abby, her orbs drifting back to the vampires on the stage. Both were gorgeous beings, she had to admit. Her heart beat quickly as her eyes scanned over their frames, imagining what they would look like naked next to her in bed. Quickly, Ziva tore her eyes from them when she saw Eric turn his head in her direction. She pretended to read one of Fangtasia's signs on the wall, but when Eric's eyes found the human, he knew better than to buy that she had not been staring. It was then when the male vampire knew that Ziva was their human.