Ziva glared at the never-aging being before her, not sure of what to do or say. She knew she could not trust him, that she was one hundred percent sure of. Bill, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to gain the human's trust. He just had to know what was so special about her blood to have not one but two vampires fawning over her. She was no faerie. Bill, as well as other vampires, knew that smell quite well. The distinction was clear. She was not a shifter or werewolf either, but he thought that she had to be something supernatural in order for the blondes to be keeping her around. Though, this was not the case. In fact, Ziva was merely a human whom managed to captivate Pam and Eric's metaphorical hearts.

"I will no sooner trust you than I would actively seek a root canal." She spat at the vampire, looking right into his eyes as she spoke. "My devotion is and will always be to Pamela and Eric."

A smug smirk came to the viking's face, looking at his human with a proud smile. 'Good girl,' He thought, 'Someone's going to get rewarded for her loyalty.' Bill meanwhile frowned as he looked to the stern Israeli, wishing more now that he could have captivated the human in a profound enough way in which he would subsequently gain her trust. Though, this was not the case. He knew that he had to find this out the difficult way. However, it was not going to be physically difficult. It would challenge his morals and how he saw humans, and went with the sanguinist movement. Being one all for the idea of living off Tru:Blood as opposed to human blood in order to coincide with the creatures, this would go completely against his beliefs.

When the man finally left, Ziva let out the breath she had been holding before looking to her vampire companions. Eric whirred to her the very short distance before crouching down before her, cupping her face in his hands. He was seriously debating glamouring her. The one thousand one hundred year old vampire did not wish for his lover to have to remember the fact that Bill tried to get her to trust him, when he could tell by his behavior that he was not up to any good with said trust.

"Do not do it." Pam said, her hand on his shoulder. "She should know he is not to be trusted."

Pam knew due to the fervent bond they had what Eric was thinking of doing. Eric then knew his Progeny had a valid point. All the while, Ziva was out of the loop. Having not be a vampire, much less a part of their little blood line, she was unaware of what Eric was wanting to do. Her brows furrowed immensely as she looked between the blondes.

"I am confused." She spoke, tilting her head. "What has happened?"

"I shall explain it to you when we go home, okay?" He replied, a small smile coming across his face as he caressed her cheek.

Ziva certainly was not having that. She was not one to ever enjoy being left out of things which so readily involved her. It angered her to no end. She grasped Eric's wrist, gripping it very tightly.

"No, you tell me what is going on, now!" She hissed between gritted teeth, her anger thoroughly showing.

Eric frowned before leaning forward, kissing Ziva's forehead. His lips lingered there for many moments before he pulled back, his big hands soothing the sides of his human lover's cheeks. It was rather touching, the scene unfolding between them. And yet, this did not take away the fact that Bill had done what he had done, and will do as he eventually will.

Later on that same evening, the clientele of Fangtasia had gone down significantly, the patrons eventually filing their way out in whichever it may have been: going home with no vampire companion to fulfill fetishes, going back to a vampire's home, a vampire striking out, or going home with their newest meal. Ziva stood from the chair she had not left for quite a few hours before sauntering over to Pamela and Eric.

"Take me home?" She asked with a tilt of her head.

The implication in her tone was enough for Eric and Pam to become equally excited. The way in which she bit her lip was also a rather beguiling turn on to the fanged supernatural creatures. Ziva then got this all too twisted smirk on her heart shaped face, turning so that she could walk backwards, a come-hither look in her mocha orbs. Pam's fangs suddenly popped out as she became aroused, something she disliked sometimes since she was turned one hundred years ago. She put them back in and the pair took their Israeli paramour home with them.

It was not until a few evenings later when Eric bound down the stairs with a vampire's grace, smiling when he saw Ziva. She seemed to be nose deep in one of his old books, wishing to take a break from her secret project, something she had been neglecting for a while. Eric walked up to the reading human and smiled.

"Hello there." Eric greeted, his signature smile coming to his face.

Ziva shut the book she was deeply focused on a moment ago after she looked up to see Eric. She blushed, waving to him.

"Hi." She responded verbally letting the muscular man sit with her. "How was your rest?"

He smiled. "Ah, yes. My rest was very nice, thank you." He replied before kissing Ziva's cheek.

Ziva nodded after Eric pulled back. She set the book down on the coffee table before looking to the Viking. She had her hands on her thighs, wondering about something that Pam had said the night before. What was it that Pam had not wanted Eric to do?

"Eric… can I ask something?" Ziva questioned, gnawing on her bottom lip.

Eric nodded. It was one of his simple and plain nods. He had no idea what to expect with this, with Ziva's question. He could only imagine that it would be about what had happened in Fangtasia.

"You may ask me anything you want, my sweet Ziva." Eric murmured back in response, pulling Ziva into his lap with much spontaneity. "What is it?"

"What did Pam not wish for you to do?" Ziva asked with much hesitation.

"She did not wish for me to glamour you so that I could make you not remember Bill. She felt and we both now feel it would be better for you to remember and know to avoid him." He explained, running his fingers through Ziva's irresistible brunette locks.

"What do you mean, 'glamour'?" Ziva questioned as her head fell to the left only slightly.

Eric then realized they had yet to discuss this with their human. He thought back to the time when he nearly had glamoured the woman in order to get her name.

"Glamouring is when a vampire using their influence to control a human." Eric started, letting out a barely existent sigh as he ran a hand through Ziva's hair. "We lock eyes with you, become completely devoid of all feeling and thought and these forces seem to hypnotise humans in a sense."

Ziva nodded, looking to Eric before positioning herself so that she was straddling the Nordic vampire. She gently cupped his face, tilting her head to the left only slightly. Her smile was gentle, yet barely existent. She was hesitant about this, though she wanted to request it. She had this all too compelling want to feel that influence he talked about so readily. Her mind spun with the thoughts of what she imagined it would be like to be under it. Her heart started to beat quicker with her excitement. Eric smirked oh so smugly when he heard the gushing of blood-flow through her heart.

"What has your heart beating, Ziva?" Eric asked in his oh so sultry tone. "What are you thinking about?"

Ziva felt suddenly unnerved, biting her bottom lip. She could not keep from tugging on it with her teeth, her eyes darting between Eric's. She chuckled slightly before shrugging.

"Oh, just… just what it would be life, to be under your…. thumb." She admitted, a flush of heat and pink filling her cheeks.

"I don't think my thumb is what you want to be under, Ziva. However, I do believe it is my control which you wish to be subject to." He deadpanned, cocking his head to the side. "Is this what you want, Ziva?"

"Uh-huh." Ziva nodded oh so slowly. "Please Eric."

Eric could smell in the air, and feel through his having had her blood and her his own that she was lustful, arousal rushing through her. He gently cupped her face, locking eyes with her before allowing his influential powers to go to work.

"Ziva, can you feel me? Can you feel me taking hold of your mind?" Eric asked in an eerily emotionally-devoid voice.

Ziva could only nod in response, feeling so utterly compelled by him in that instant that it rendered her speechless.

"Good girl," He mewled gently, caressing her cheek with his thumb. "Now, my sweet Ziva, I want you to do exactly what I say, okay?"

The Israeli nodded, wanting nothing more than to please him in that moment. Eric then took a moment to think over just exactly what it was he wanted to have Ziva do and then he smirked. He had an idea.

"Alright, Ziva. I want you to get down on your knees in front of me, okay?"

She nodded and stood up, brushing her pants legs to get the wrinkles out before going down to her knees. Eric was surprised at her compliance. He ran a hand through her brunette hair before giving his next command.

"Alright, unbuckle my pants." He commanded, and she let her hands run up his thighs before doing exactly that.

He then used his powers of mind control to get her to go down on him. He certainly would be lying if he said that that had not been the best head he had ever gotten, though it certainly was not the first time Ziva had done this. When she finished, she wiped her lips clean and smiled.

"Now what do you want?" She asked, being oh-so willing.

He smirked when he had a thought, a thought involving Pam.

"Okay, sweetheart… I want you to go upstairs to Pam, and I want you to kiss her like you've never kissed her before… then after, and only then, I want you to pull back, and say 'You're the best lover I've ever had and Eric and I do not deserve you'." Eric said, trying not to smirk in a devilish manner.

"As you wish," Ziva breathed before getting up and ascending the stairs, her body seeming very zombie-like in motion.

She walked into Pam's room, smiling before going up to her, cupping her face, and kissing her deeper than she ever had before. She did not pull back for another several minutes and when she did, she locked eyes with the blonde woman. Pam knew something wasn't entirely right.

"You're the best lover I've ever had, and Eric and I do not deserve you." Ziva panted in a rather mechanical and monotone, yet meaningful way.

It was then when Pam knew.

"ERIC!" She exclaimed loudly before whirring down the stairs, using her vampire speed to get to him. "How dare you glamour her?!"

"She requested it, Pamela!" Eric growled, standing to his feet.

"I don't care, undo it! Now!" She hissed before looking to the stairs, seeing Ziva coming down. "Baby, come here, please."

Ziva did as she said. Eric then gripped Ziva's shoulders.

"Ziva, you will no longer feel my influence… you will be in total control."

And the moment Eric let go, it was done. A bewildered look came to Ziva's heart shaped face. It was then when she knew she would never be able to see vampirism in the same light again.