Title: Two of a kind

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, so don't sue me!

Summary: After demon granted Spike's wish of being freed from loving the Slayer, he heads to LA and is captivated by a beautiful girl with a dark past. Dark Angel crossover.

Pairing: Spike/Max (Max is a girl)

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I take it as no one likes the story :( oh well il probably post another coupla chapters n c how that goes...I'd really appreciate the reviews!

Chapter 2

She ran thought the woods, to get away from Manticore as far as possible. But still travelling on foot, wasn't such a good idea. She ran for another half an hour until she reached a road with a few cars going towards the city, and her being truly the work of art…well rather scientists…. but that didn't matter. What did matter however was the fact that she got a ride to Seattle.

Once there, she put all her life long training to use. Breaking into the car yard, which had a few bikes, was the easiest thing ever. She parked her newly stolen Ninja near the gas station and casually strode inside. Her military outfit was catching a bit of attention, and not the kind that she liked. But to her luck she spotted a girl about her size wearing tight black jeans and a leather jacket, heading to the restroom.

452 followed her prey and in a few seconds walked out, dressed in all black. Surprisingly no one noticed that, and she was rather thankful, last thing she wanted was to start a fight. On her way out she grabbed a fold out map of California and walked out without paying.

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The ride was long, she made a few stops on the way to fill up on food and petrol, but kept going. After all being a genetically engendered super soldier had its benefits, like not needing to sleep for three days in a row.

Soon she could clearly see her destination: the city of Angels.

She's never been to LA and found it really exciting to explore the city by herself, instead of going over assassination missions, like she did in the past. The heart of the city was full of people, the clubs and bars working till early morning. Right now all she needed was to find a place where she could make some easy cash.

…….

Walking into one of the places one of the guys pointed to she saw men fighting in a ring. It was more like a cage fight, except the cage being there. She walked up to the host of the 'event'.

"Mind letting me in on the prize?" She asked and the man almost laughed. Looking at the girl he would picture her as more of a Playboy material rather then fighter.

"Honey, trust me you'll make more cash in twenty minutes at the bar down the road, then you would here in two hours." He said and turned his attention back to the fight.

She wasn't least bit offended. After all she sort of expected that, never the less she walked to the bar down the street only to find it was more of a strip club rather then a bar. But that didn't stop her. She walked up to the bartender, who pointed her in the direction of the manager's office.

In ten minutes she was on the small stage. She was wearing her black bra and extremely short leather skirt and black stiletto boots that almost came up to her knees.

She started moving to the music and suddenly all the males in the place turned their attention to her.

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Spike got of the train just as sun set. He walked towards the city. The idea of crashing at Angel's wasn't too thrilling, so he decided to check out the nightlife. Walking through the main streets he spotted just the bar that would cover all his needs.

Walking inside he headed straight for the bar and ordered a drink and turned around to face the stage. A petite brunette caught his eye. Out all of the girls she was the hottest. There was just something about her… it looked like she didn't belong there. Her body moving so smoothly, Spike began to doubt is she had any bones.

Hours went by and he still didn't take his eyes off of her.

She watched what the other dancers were doing, getting some ideas. Soon her bra and the skits were full of notes. She felt someone's eyes on her. Every time she opened her eyes she saw a bleached blond guy staring at her. Hours went by and he was still there.

Spike felt his stomach growl, it's been a while since he last ate.

"She's taste good," he thought, in as a smirk formed. Thinking it in more than one sense.

It's been over four hours, and she finally got off the stage and went into the back room to get changed. The guy didn't lie, she did make a lot more than she expected to earn. As she slipped back into her clothes and headed for the back door she didn't notice a figure dressed in black following her out.

As she walked out the door, she saw a girl backed into a wall by a group of bikers and their ho girlfriends who were also checking out 452's new ride.

"Nice ride, huh?" She asked, casually walking towards them. The bikers just grinned at the sight of pretty girl.

"Sweetheart, there're so many other things a girl like you could ride" One of them said and laughed, soon others joined in as well.

Spike watched from the shadows, as much as he wanted to help, he knew that he'd be of no use, thanks to that piece of plastic, that was still in his brain. He could always use his game face to scare them off, but in this situation he doubted that it would work. His only shot was to try and get both girls out.

"Wanna let the girl go, or do you want to do this the hard way?" The brunette spoke up as she clenched her fists and got into a fighting stance.

'Silly bint, she'll get herself killed' Spike told himself, however what he saw next completely surprised him.

Brunette moved fasted then the wind, her blows and kicks were so calculated and skilled, as if she's been fighting all her life. She gracefully landed on her feet like a cat and charged at them again in full force.

As she threw the last biker into the wall she swiftly turned around and in a blink of an eye she had a small knife to Spike's throat.

He let out an unnecessary sigh and prepared for one hell of a headache as he pushed her back, expecting her to fall over, but she flipped back and once on her feet charged at him with a series of skilled punches and kicks, some of which he blocked.

After two minutes of fighting her and no small explosions in the brain, he was sure to state that she defiantly wasn't human. She also wasn't a Slayer, she was simply too good to be one. Not a vampire either, her powerful and painful blows to his face let him feel the warmth of her skin.

"Time out, luv" He said and kicked her away from him. At that she raised her eyebrow, questioning him.

"You're not human," He stated simply at that the girl grinned.

"Neither are you" She replied.