Eric looked up to Pamela, nudging her gently to get her attention. Their eyes met and he allowed for his hands to come together, fingertips touching corresponding fingertips. The look in his eyes was one of great satisfaction and hunger merging along with lust. Meanwhile, Ziva felt herself starting to get warm and shrugged off her leather jacket, putting it on the back of her chair. She tried her hardest to keep her eyes away from the two vampires on the stage. She wished now more than ever that she had listened to Abby.
"Where is she?" Pamela questioned her Maker, knowing just what that expression meant.
Eric gestured his head in Ziva's direction, and both could tell that she was desperately fighting the urge to look at them. Pam knew someone had been watching and now she knew who. Smirking, she allowed her eyes to wander over the Israeli's frame. Feeling rather uncomfortable, she ran a hand through her hair before standing to her feet and going to the bar. She needed alcohol. Getting a shot of tequila, she took it before getting two more. Paying for her drinks, she went back to her seat and sighed, looking around the bar again. Her heart jumped when her eyes landed on Eric and he and his progeny were looking right back at her. She felt her chest heave as her breathing increased.
"Fuck." Ziva muttered under her breath.
Pam could not keep from smirking at Ziva's reaction to their eyes on her. Ziva tore her eyes away and looked to a different sign on the wall, focusing on it for much longer than needed to read the words on it. She read the same 'No Biting on Premises' over and over and over again, until it became like a mantra within her head. Pam managed to take her edacious eyes off of Fangtasia's newest morsel before looking to her Maker.
"She is absolutely scrumptious, Eric." Pam remarked, a wicked grin plastering across her face.
Eric nodded in agreement, having become quite interested in her from the moment he felt her eyes on him.
"Yes, she is... and very attractive, as well." Eric added on, his eyes scanning over her once again.
Ziva moved her eyes to another sign, tapping her foot ferociously. She should just leave. Yes, she should go. However, she could not seem to settle herself enough to even stand up, let alone walk out of the bar. She ran a hand through her long brunette hair, pulling it with her over her right shoulder as she took a deep and soothing breath. She needed to relax. Eric's eyes instantly went to her neck, watching the pulsations from afar. It did not take long for Ziva to calm down enough to convince herself to get up and leave, and more importantly never come back again.
"Alright, David, you can do this." She said in a low voice, giving herself a pep talk that she really needed.
However, as she let her eyes open yet again, they were instantly on Eric. Eric smirked before glancing to Pam.
"I shall summon her to us." He spoke in a low tone to his progeny.
Ziva was moments from getting out of her seat and running when Eric's eyes locked with hers. In that instant, it felt like everything, including her heartbeat and respiration, had ceased to exist. With two fingers, Eric gestured for Ziva to come over to him and Pamela. Stunned beyond belief, she could not seem to swallow the idea that Eric was addressing her. This could not be happening, could it? She pointed to herself as if to affirm this and Eric nodded briefly. Feeling compelled in that instant, she stood to her feet and began to walk towards Eric and Pam. As she traipsed towards the vampires, her mind was a vehement whir, and her heart felt as though it would burst through her rib cage at any given moment.
It felt like a trek, the walk all the way to the sheriff. Once there, she stood before Eric and Pam, her brown orbs darting between two forms, cold and devoid of life and yet at the same time living. Undead creatures of the night. Ziva let out a breath, not daring to speak, not yet. What had Eric wanted anyway? Had she wronged him in some way by looking at him? Now that Ziva thought about it, as feasible as it was, it did not seem that he was angry with her at all. In fact, it was worse. He was looking at her as if she were his dinner.
"Do you know why I summoned you?" Eric questioned, knowing damn well that she would not.
He watched the Israeli shake her head and smirked his signature smirk, one which tended to get to people. Ziva was no exception. Her mind was still reeling. She had to know what it is he wanted with her.
"No, I do not." She finally spoke, her accent thick and exotic.
The resonating tone of her voice surprised both Eric and Pamela equally. Neither had expected for the woman they'd both grown attracted to to have an accent, let alone one so extrinsic as hers was. Eric blurred up to Ziva, causing her to become startled, though she would never show it outwardly. However, she need not show the emotion. Eric could tell simply from the beating of her heart, how aberrant it was within a matter of milliseconds.
"Pamela and I saw you sitting alone over there..." Eric declared, walking around Ziva before stopping right behind her. "Did you come here alone?"
"I..." Ziva started, suddenly finding it difficult to speak due to the man's tone of voice. "I did not... though my friend...my friend left. I am here alone now."
Pam used her speed to go up to Ziva, looking right into her eyes. Ziva could feel her heart rate picking up yet again as she became beguiled by the pair of blue eyes that her brown ones locked on. She could merely manage to let out a singular breath, frozen still.
"Good to know." Pam spoke, her southern drawl rather inviting to the ear.
Ziva felt her entire frame radiating with a sensation of calidity, turning her into eviscerated mush. What was it that these vampires were doing to her? And even more importantly, what did they want? They still had not filled in that blank for her, and she would not dare to hazard to guess. Then again, she would not have ever been able to guess their reason for summoning her. In fact, she could not even dare fathom it.
