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Darla was exasperated. Angel took no notice - still gathering up weapondry and muttering plans to himself.

Finally, Darla exploded. "You're a vampire."

Stopping still, Angel turned to his sire and wondered if this was a trick question. "Yes."

The second she was sure that his attention was focused, Darla continued, "Angel, this is their war. Humans are
born for war. We're vampires. We are the war. We're death and destruction, and we wage one-on-one wars, not global ones."

Angel smirked. "And if they kill each other to extinction? Then what?"

"I've always been partial to swords and guns," Darla glowered at him but extended her hand.

Laughing, Angel handed her several of each and went back to his plans, content that he'd won this war, at least.

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