Buffy: Enchantress and Slayer
A Enchanted Parody Fanfiction Story with Crossover Characters
Chapter 2: My Troubled Prince is Out There
Mostly light blue sparrows, gray rabbits, deer, squirrels, foxes... Buffy's stuffed animals are flying and crawling around.
They're gathering fruit and vegetables and paint brushes.
They're stacking and pushing in the fruits and vegetables on a human sized wood stake in the middle of the room. Some of them are painting them in a strange frenzy.
Buffy smiles wide.
She's looking at the coming together sculpture.
She figures, "thank you. It has to be perfect."
Some sparrow stuffed animals gladly chime in, "you're welcome, Buffy."
They wave with their wings.
Then... Willow Rosenberg the Enchantress turns to them.
She goes, "all right, all right stuffies. We all like Buffy. But, we got to get a face put together here while it's still ingrained in her subcranium. Now, please help move the paint thing along."
Willow wears a green and yellowish plaid dress, with white flowery lining and a clipped on small silvery bowling pin on it. She has a goldish necklace with a cross on it. She has slightly curly dark red long hair. She has a black headband with cream colored 0s and 1s in her hair.
Buffy chuckles nervously.
She blushes a little.
The sparrow stuffed animals chime in, "right away, Willow and Buffy."
They pick up blue and red brushes to carry on with painting.
Buffy softly sighs.
She recalls, "oh Willow, it was such a lovely prophetic dream. We were dancing, no demons or vampires to slay... And, I rarely ever get good ones."
Sounding kind of annoyed... Willow points out, "I know, I know. You've been saying it fifty times."
Buffy somewhat nervously says, "sorry."
Willow puts a comforting hand on hers.
Willow mostly assures, "hey. It's okay."
Buffy faintly smiles.
She adds, "thanks."
With her free hand... Willow pulls out some blue gems from who knows where.
She says, "sure. How about these for the eyes?"
Buffy smiles wide.
She takes them.
She figures, "thank you very much. How did you know they're blue?"
In the middle of talking... She pauses to admire the reflections of the gems.
She drives them into the sculpture's mostly cream painted head.
Willow remarks, "I'm a very powerful enchantress. Do I really have to draw you a diagram?"
Buffy briefly puts her hands up.
She says, "no, no. I'm...good."
Willow asks, "Buffy, what is the problem? He looks like he was spun up in golden straw."
With some mixed feelings... Buffy concludes, "no. It's good. I'm doing good. My dream come true is coming together. It's just..."
She contemplatively puts her hand under her chin.
After a bit... She realizes, "that's it! He's so classic angelic. I almost forgot to think of his lips."
She blushes.
Willow gives her a amused look.
Willow realizes, "ohh. Of course. Well...what color are you first thinking?"
Buffy thinks out loud, "god. I don't know. Umm...? Umm...light pinkish?"
Willow calmly says, "then that's the last part."
A rabbit stuffed animal puts the finishing brushes of paint on the sculpture.
The stuffed animals fly and crawl around to put back the paintbrushes.
Then... They gather around in a circle around the human resembling sculpture.
It has medium blond hair, sparkly blue gem eyes, a near blackish blue fancy tuxedo with white flowery lining, and its apple and corncob made arms in front facing down.
Buffy lightly laughs.
She starts to twirl and dance around her sculpture.
And... Buffy starts to sing:
When you meet the angelic someone who is meant for you...
Before two can go out and see the sun come up, there's something you should probably do.
Willow cuts in with:
Do you pull on demon tails for each other to fight? Do you feed each other's brains with history lessons?
Buffy stops dancing.
She and Willow chuckle hard some.
Willow smiles wide. Buffy grins wide.
In a not singing voice... Buffy says, "no."
She then lies back against the dream sculpture's pear made shoulder.
She continues singing:
There is something sweeter everybody young at heart gets...
I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss...and a angelic prince I'm hoping comes with this.
A troubled soul who knows the afterings I brought with stakes...
A ever aftering so happily that the hero thing together brings holiness...
So happily...so happily...
Vamps and demons to dust and fire... For staking them are the only things that work with them.
And, that's why I need the touch of human lips so.
Lips are the only things that first touch. The bed is so good for it.
So to spend a life of endless bliss...it sure as the hellmouth can't be here.
Just find for me out there...out there...out there...
...who I love through true love's kiss.
At the last part of the song... The sparrow stuffed animals fly up.
They're carrying a heart shaped wreath with pink roses.
They drop it down.
It lands around Buffy and her dream sculpture's shoulders.
Willow and Buffy chuckle.
Willow smiles. Buffy grins.
Suddenly... There's loud thundering footsteps.
Willow wonders, "what is...?"
She looks out the golden gate like window.
Her smile quickly fades.
Buffy asks, "Willow? You okay?"
A giant troll is coming.
It has red unkempt hair, green horns, a big green belly, sickly green warts all over, two big teeth bigger than its mouth, and black and gray wrapped animal skins around its butt.
It droopily repeats, "true love's kiss..."
Buffy and Willow say, "it's a troll."
Willow gets out a light yellow spellbook. Buffy gets out Mr. Pointy.
With a wave of Mr. Pointy... Buffy casts a spell:
Otjeeo Potghope Hetgewish!
A giant tree magically appears under the troll's feet...sending it up high in the air.
It goes, "ahh! No! Want to eat! ! !"
But, surprisingly... The troll grabs a giant branch.
It swings hard down.
Buffy gulps nervously. Willow looks just as nervous.
Buffy realizes, "well, that's new."
With burning some acorns... Willow casts a spell:
Jreetgjn Trkee Tgjprep!
A purplish stream of magical light flies up for the troll...only for a pale blue stream of magical light to cancel it out.
Willow asks, "why isn't my magic working?"
She quickly pockets the spellbook.
Tense... Buffy reasons, "it's not you: Someone's been magically spying on us. Come on!"
She pulls Willow along fast.
They're running out the door.
The troll lands hard on top of the cottage...completely destroying it in a pile of flying stones and stuffing.
Willow and Buffy dive for cover behind a not so giant tree.
Suddenly... The troll crouches down on its side.
It's having a crying fit from the sting of holy water.
That is...until a faintly familiar face punches it down.
It's Angelus.
His midnight horse Twilight is not far away.
The troll falls unconscious on its side.
Willow and Buffy move out from behind the tree.
Angelus faintly laughs.
Willow looks terrified.
Teary eyed... She realizes, "you're Angelus: Second only to the Master for brutality and..."
Buffy goes, "well, we can have him go crying to...to..."
As they look into each other's eyes... Buffy and Angelus look spellbound.
Willow argues, "what did I just say? You can't trust him, Buffy!"
There's a very nervous silence.
Then... Angelus says, "I don't want to bite anymore."
He takes a heavy breath.
Teary eyed... He says, "I'm sorry. I... The truth is..."
Buffy looks wide eyed at his words.
Willow's terror gives way to nervousness. She sniffles loudly.
Angelus confesses, "the Master sent me to win your heart and suck your blood. But now... Now I know I can't, Buffy."
There's another very nervous silence.
Then... Buffy thinks out, "I... Angelus, I don't know what to think."
She sniffles hard. Some tears fall from her face.
Buffy asks, "what do you want?"
Angelus just says, "the same thing you do."
With a warning glare... Buffy goes, "okay. What do I want?"
Angelus clears his throat.
Then... He starts to sing:
You're the brightest slayer I ever met...
All the lights dim everywhere...everywhere...
Everywhere but your troubled shining voice...
Riding and staking along in midnight for to see the sun in aftering...
You were made...
Buffy can't help but sing:
...to finish this duet with a troubled soul who knows of my afterings with stakes.
There's another nervous silence.
After a bit... Buffy very nervously gulps.
She is kind of quick to say, "Willow...check me and Angelus for spells. This seems too good to be true."
Willow quickly nods.
She finds it hard to look up.
She comments, "yeah. I'm glad I'm not the only one that thinks that it is."
She gets out her spellbook.
With some more burning of acorns... She casts a spell:
Hond phpejtee ijtyetgpr.
A magical purplish green bubble appears around Buffy. Then, one around Angelus.
Angelus gulps nervously. Buffy is looking down, taking some heavy breaths.
Just as quickly though... The magical bubbles both go back into the spellbook.
Willow reads off from it, "you're clean of spells. Telepathic or otherwise."
Suddenly... Willow uncomfortably says, "I'm going to get more acorns for spells. Is it just me, or did the temperature get hellish hot here?"
In concern... Buffy starts to say, "Willow...?"
But... Willow is already fast walking away.
Buffy heavily sighs.
Angelus asks, "you and Willow all right?"
After a bit... Buffy admits, "she can be more forgiving than she wants to admit right now. So... Nervous gulp. Yeah. Give it a month...if you don't suck on my blood or that kind of thing."
Buffy still has a hand on Mr. Pointy. Angelus still has a hand on the camouflaged black hilt of his broadsword from behind.
They both cautiously start inching closer and closer to each other.
And, as they do... They start to sing:
Big vampires, little demons...vampires, demons...never was there a angelic soul in one I saw before.
And, in centuries to come, we'll reminisce...
In a not singing voice... Buffy sharply warns, "don't even try to bite my neck."
Angelus moves his head up, away from her neck.
He awkwardly says, "sorry. I'm feeling a soul moving in my body. It feels...less depressing."
For the first time in who knows how long ago... He laughs hard some.
He admits, "it feels bad***."
Buffy very faintly smiles.
She chuckles nervously.
She realizes, "yeah. I often have. But..."
Angelus finishes the thought, "...this coming of love is far from a easy road."
Buffy faintly nods.
She adds, "exactly. But...I want to. Even though you're not the troubled soul I prophetically dreamt of. I never liked getting stuck following destiny. You know?"
She kind of nervously chuckles. Angelus nervously laughs some.
Then... Buffy remembers, "ohh...yeah. I just remembered: We might still be being magically spied on."
Sounding on edge all a sudden... Angelus asks, "do you know who?"
He tightens his grip around her some.
Very nervously... Buffy suggests, "I wish I did so I could kick them out on their *****s. Can...can we just go ride off into a make believe sunset and talk away from the spying on thing? Wherever it is?"
Angelus bluntly figures, "all right. I could go for that myself. Just don't dump holy water on me or my horse. And, by the way, call me Angel."
Buffy is quick to say, "wasn't thinking of it. But, that's good and grounded. Yeah. Angel."
They both very faintly smile to each other.
Buffy and Angel get on the back of Twilight.
And, as they ride off down a hill... A bright shooting star coincidentally flies by.
Buffy wraps a arm around Angel's shoulder from behind. He doesn't resist.
At the same time... They finish their song:
And, maybe in centuries to come, we'll reminisce...
How we came to love against bloodsucking temptation...
How we came to love against dreaming up destiny...
And grew and grew wishful love...
And troubled shining voices...
Since first we said screw you destiny...
...through true love's kiss to come.
...through true love's kiss to come.
And, miles away... In the shadows of the eternal night...
A do not disturb sign soon magically drops down from a bent over tree: With Buffy and Angel and a heart symbol carved on it.
Meanwhile...
Queen Narissa is down in a vast cave.
Rock stairs seem to go straight on for miles. Dire rats gathered around fossiled bones of trespassers. Several stalactites in a circle around a hellmouth.
A watery orb of scrying has been watching over Buffy since the troll came. It floats in the vapors of the hellmouth.
But...the magical scrying connection went offline when they got out of range to the edge of the forest: Because Angel knew the likely range, regardless of who.
Queen Narissa sharply glares at the watery orb.
She mutters, "so this young slayer forest rat thinks she can just enchant my 240 vampire stepson away with a soul?"
She cries out, "never! ! !"
A column of smoke and fire magically goes off around her.
The dire rats scurry and run for cover behind stalactites.
And, in the shadow of the column... The Hellmouth god and the shadow of a dragon are briefly seen.
