3 Buffy the Vampire Slayer/The Hollows Crossover 3

This takes place during season 6 (my favorite season seeing as I am a big Buffy/Spike fan .) after episode 8 (skipping over the lovely musical episode that leaves me singing every time). For those of you who either don't know or don't remember this is during the time that Tara is getting upset at Willow for all of her unnecessary magic using and leaves because of it. If you didn't know that happened then I am sorry for that spoiler. Hollows wise . . . this is going to take place after EA. I know, I know it does not add up time wise at all, but hey its fiction so I can do as I please. lol. Any how I am normally not a big crossover fan, but the idea of two killer redheaded witches in the same room was irresistible . . . along with the Ivy/Willow possibilities 3. May be Ivy can have a redheaded witch that can save her soul even if it isn't Rachel. *Wiggles eyebrows* Ok, I am letting my bunnies hop too far ahead of my current story line and possibly causing a second one to form . . . Damn bunnies! :-D Jk, I love them . . . no really I love bunnies. :-P

For this story's sake, this will be in Willows POV, which should be fun since I have never attempted nor have I ever read anything that was from her POV. So basically, don't shot me too dead if you feel this is out of character for Willow.

P.S. Sorry this chapter is so short. It was the best place to stop. I really didn't want to leave y'all hanging in the middle of her meeting Ivy and Rachel, so I figured getting you there was the best I could do. Until next time, enjoy! :-D

Double the Trouble

Chapter 1

I finally pushed her too far. She is gone. My love has left me. I have spent the last twenty four hours crying or attempting not to cry depending on when the last time I saw something of hers that she left behind was. I have tried distracting myself by reading some of my books, but they are not helping. I can't even bring myself to read past the first page. I swear I have read the same page in this damn book ten times.

Right now I have managed two hours of not crying, but still no sleep has come. I never knew that a broken heart could be this draining, not just emotionally but physically. The lack of sleep, food, water, and overabundance of crying has left my body beaten and half dead. If I don't get some sleep soon then I am sure I will start hallucinating.

I clumsily get out of bed and head over to the bookshelf, there has to be a spell in here to induce sleep. Gathering three different texts, I sit down at the vanity near my bedroom door. The tears threaten again as I realize it is my room now not ours. I manage to keep them at bay as I begin flipping through the different books looking for something to help me.

I am not sure how long it took me to find the spell, but luckily we had all the ingredients between my chest under the window and the kitchen cupboards. I had managed several strange glances from Buffy and Dawn as I took the pile of herbs up to my room. I am sure they knew I was preforming a spell, and I know they would probably rather me not do magic seeing as it is what caused Tara to leave. But if I don't get some sleep soon they will be rooming with a zombie.

Sitting at the vanity once more, I moved the newest addition to my fiction library to the side. If only everything worked out as well as Kim Harrison writes it. One might think that dealing with real vampires and demons on a regular basis would take away the desire to read such stories, but the fictional word always made things seem so nice, even the vampires there are nice.

I slowly read through the instructions once more before combining the ingredients in the correct order. The liquid in the small bowl in front of my changed colors and became foggy. It was time for the hand gesture that would release the activation ingredient and Latin. "Somni somno somnia somniabunt,"I say as I thrust my hand out to release the holy dust enclosed in my fist. In the clumsy state I was in, I accidently knocked over the bowl even as my hand opened.

The spell was invoked and spilling across my vanity, soaking the marble and everything in sight. A bright light burst from the liquid, blinding me and making me feel even more disoriented. I threw my hands up to protect my eyes while I clenched my eyes shut and waited for the blinding light seeping past my fingers and eye lids to dim. When I was finally able to lower my hands and open my eyes, I found myself starring up at the faint outline of a cross on an old wooden wall. Ok, this is not my bedroom! What the hell?

I must have done the spell wrong, but where in the world did the damn thing take me? I fought back the stream of tears that were once again causing my eyes to burn and my throat to tighten in effort. Tara was right, I am getting reckless. Pulling my eyes open and up from the floor, I found a baby grand piano, pool table, and living room set filling what was obviously an alter room. I raised one eyebrow at the lack of respect to a church. Who would do such a thing? Could be vampires. Holy ground wasn't a no go, just crosses and holy water. I looked around the room some more, feeling as though I should know this place, and realized that the windows were not boarded up. Nope, not vampires.

The sound of two female voices intruded as I explored the living room set that was laid out beautifully in the majestic room. The voices caused me to freeze in shock, shit I am trespassing on someone's property. I quickly decided that heading out the front door would be the best option. It was a church; the front door would be located in the same place as any other church. Turning on my heal, I headed towards the door.

Before I could go five steps, a clattering noise started and quickly got louder. "And where do you think you are going, witch" a high pitched yet masculine voice nipped at me. Shit!

I turned back around, my hands raised in surrender. "I am sorry, a spell went." I stopped when I didn't see anyone where I had heard the voice come from.

"Right here, you dumb cookie fart," the voice shrilled again as a small man with dragonfly wings darted in front of my face with a small sword pointed at me. He was only about four inches tall wearing all green with curly blond hair flopping into his eyes.

You would think that seeing the strange things that life as Buffy's friend could show you, I would not be overly shocked at a four inch man with wings. But you would be wrong. The sight of the small man weighed heavily on my exhausted brain. I am hallucinating. I have to be. The man looked affronted by my shock, "What you act like you've never seen a pixy before."

"Pixy," I whispered right before my entire world went black.

"Crap, we got a fainter," was the last thing I heard the little man say before my ears shut off.