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As soon as Angelina grabbed his wrist he dropped his knife into his other hand, standing and spinning closer to Angelina, whipping his head forward, aiming a headbutt at her nose while his knife sliced in at her gut.

Angelina smiled and moved her head out of the way of the headbutt and grabbed Zain's other wrist with her other arm. She then used her foot to make his knees buckle and force him back down "So what will it be human, live and be turned, or die" she said.

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Zain smiled and looked up at Angelina, his eyes peeking through his dark crimson hair, "Neither." He said rather calmly, wrapping his legs around the anchor and throwing himself to the side, swinging from the anchor to hang upside down from it, pulling Angelina with him, he looked down at her, holding onto her wrists. "Now I'd suggest you don't break my wrists." He said casually, as if they were sitting around having a light conversation.

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Zain smiled, swinging up and springing to his feet suddenly, his hand arcing in with an uppercut at Angelina's jaw. "Once again, neither."

Zain growled, grinning madly, "Come on, you expect me to give up and die? I don't THINK SO!" Zain jumped, kneeing Angelina in the chin then snapping out a kick with the same leg as he fell, he landed on the anchor and brought the knuckle duster grip of his trench knife slamming into Angelina's gut.

Zain laughed in her face, "You immortals, you're so arrogant, so full of yourselves, what gives you the right to hunt us like cattle? Your immortality? Advanced powers? I think the truth of it is this, vampirisim, and lycanthropy, it's a disease, transferred by your bites, and so since you're the disease instead of trying to deal with it peacefully you decide to kill what you can." Zain smiled, "Seems pathetic to me, instead of using your strength to help people you kill them." Zain spat in Angelina's face, "I never give up, because I can't let my brother off that easy." Zain stretched his foot up, striking Angelina's face and pushing her off of him. Zain spun up and hopped easily to the other side of the anchor, stretching himself. "I refuse to die, and I refuse to give you the pleasure of turning me, you can fight me all you want, but I won't go down." Zain's eyes were filled with the cold, deadly calm he always got when he was fighting to protect something, the deadly vision that had frozen countless people in their tracks, a gaze of death.

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Zain shook his head, "No, blood banks are easy to come by, you're saying that there are no vampires who run blood donations? Please, that's bull, you don't have to kill, but this, this is a sport to you, not survival. I haven't hunted you, and neither have any of the others who came onto this boat under false pretenses. Survival is easy, so is killing, the difference between a murderer and a survivor is necessity."