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Oh, so she'd try to permanently end his existence? Fang was quite amused by that. As if there was any way to keep him dead that hadn't already been tried either on accident or on purpose. His head tilted, mulling over the implications. This girl was still obviously researching him and his kind, meaning she didn't have all the answers. She was clearly no expert on phoenixes, so what method could she possibly think would accomplish what he'd wish so hard for? What an odd girl. "I look forward to it either way," he grinned darkly back at her, moving more toward the back of the cage.

His cooperative days had come to an end, so even though she simply wanted his brand new soft feathers, he remained in his human form. Despite being newly reborn, his skin was a sickly translucent white, to the point that veins that weren't previously visible were starting to show through like routes on a map. The shadows forming under his wine colored eyes only highlighted his dangerous features, though really these weren't traits for a normal moon phoenix. That variable he hadn't mentioned and she had yet to find out simmered under the surface, attuning his hearing to her every heartbeat. The woosh of her blood pulsing through her veins called to him, promising to be a fountain of satisfaction and strength if he'd just give in, if he could just pull her within reach. "Come and get the feathers if you really want them," Fang taunted, musing over what she would taste like. He anticipated bitterness due to her general personality, but that was fine with him. He quite liked bitter flavors.

"Oh, you have no idea what starvation is..." glowered the darkened phoenix, scoffing at her threat. As if he hadn't been starved for hundreds of years for normal food. As if, since his rescue, he hadn't gone longer than any vampire should between feedings of that glorious lifeblood he needed, he craved. As if his gaunt body wasn't eating itself away, his veins running nearly dry and brittle as cracked riverbeds during draught. His throat burned to rip into hers. If only she'd come close enough. If only he could free himself.

The darkspike pierced his foot, earning her merely a hiss of recognition but otherwise, he ignored it and continued to glare. There wasn't as much blood gushing out of his pale, boney foot as she probably expected. Fang was deteriorating, and injured or not would probably rebirth soon on his own. Who knows, he might even end up stuck in a cycle after a while, since he was technically restored to phoenix healthy, but not vampire healthy after rebirth. This sadistic girl had captured him when he was already far overdue a feeding due to trying to keep his hybrid nature a secret, so Fang's health was poor and growing poorer...and more dangerously desperate. "You think stabbing me and keeping your food will cause discomfort, considering everything?" he snarled, a dark laugh grumbling out of his chest. He stalked closer to the front of the cage, foot slipping in his own blood and squeaking against the sterile surface below. "Compared to my th-" he started to say something, but seemed to change his mind mid-sentence, "my previous tortures, missing a few normal meals and bleeding a bit is a holiday."

What would happen would probably be something she hadn't intended. He approached the cage, veins pulsing with tainted blood...what little blood he had. The lower and more tainted his blood got, the more hungry and agitated he became. He said no more, though perhaps it was his body language that would speak for him. Perhaps he'd lost his ability to speak? That tended to happen when he lost control and went berserk, but so far there was little physical change. He was just so thirsty. Her ever heartbeat chimed like a dinner bell, calling him to a feast and sweet relief. The normal disdain he had for such thoughts had vanished, and it seemed he'd reached the end of his self-discipline.

Quivering hands reached out and grabbed the magical bars that held him inside. He gave them a tug, then a push...and that's when it happened. His hands slid through them as if they had disappeared, with only a small bit of resistance to show for their once solid barrier. As soon as the realization hit Fang, everything changed. His human fingers grew savage pointy claws and fangs extended as he snarled. The darkened red hair turned white from the roots out, paling his skin as well and exchanging his crimson irises for gold. Chilling black flames started to waft over him along with a menacing red aura. One would expect the temperature around him to heat up, but instead, it grew colder and colder. Though the change might be startling, one thing was for sure. As he pushed his way out of his prison, he had one thing in mind; getting a hold of Inglisse. Fang lunged at her, no longer the rationally thinking and cooperative boy she'd had, but instead a creature with nothing but destructive intentions.

"You never show all your cards in war," graveled the last shreds of his human consciousness before he was lost to the vampiric madness within him. The duality of the sun-loving phoenix mixed with the moon worshipping vampire was too much of a schism. Naturally, Fang was ashamed of this half of him and vehemently hid it, a little less because of the vampirism itself and more of how he became a halfbreed. It was one of the many scarring consequences of his time in the war and the imprisonment that followed, but it seemed now, for the first time, this secret would help him instead of hurt him.

Fang advanced on her with murderous intent, though it was less to mindlessly flame her and grind her into a cloud of fine dust and more drain her of every drop of blood. He was so very hungry. Even with the boost to his body from his moonfire berserker form, he was so weak from hunger that his body shook under his own weight. If he'd been at full power there was no question he'd already have her in his clutches and be tearing into her throat like a rabid animal. It was sheer instinct that drove his frail body on and he managed to move quickly from the desperation. There were attempts to avoid the attacks, but once one hit and it didn't damage him, his gold eyes locked on her and he snarled viciously, nearly smiling in realization. She was truly helpless prey. The vampire hybrid lunged at her again through her attacks and they passed right through him as if they were vapor. Clawed fingers reached out to grip her arms. His gaze was laser-focused on her neck where her pulse raced and beckoned him. Slamming her into a nearby wall, the berserker wasted not one more second. His mouth and fangs bared down on her tender flesh between jaw and shoulder, thinking not about getting revenge for all the torture or eliminating her as a threat so he could gain freedom, but simply as a meal. Her skin was savagely pierced and he began to drink Inglisse's blood.