Tara and Willow sat in the living room that night, alone, Dawn was at a sleepover and Buffy was out slaying vampires, they had the whole house to themselves.
"This is nice," said Willow as she lay in Tara's arms.
"Yes, the whole house to us, it's so quiet."
Then suddenly the front door crashed open, it came right off its hinges and slid down the hall with a force so strong. Tara and Willow jumped up.
A man walked in with five women behind him. The man was holding a staff and was wearing a black robe while the women were each in red dresses; they all had brown hair and smiled at the witches.
"Witches, filthy witches," said the man. He pointed his staff at them firing a bold of magic through it, although he missed as they ducked fast. They screamed as they both huddled tight together in the corner.
"Strong I see, aren't you?"
"What are you?" Shouted Willow.
"We're the witch hunters', we kill all witches and you two are next," he laughed.
"We don't fail, we're an ancient order, we go old style, burning at the stake sort of thing, girls we can turn the world against you if that's how far we have to go," said a girl.
"Dissolve!" Shouted Willow, reaching out her hand for them to fade, but nothing happened; Tara and Willow looked in horror.
"Stupid witch, we're immune to your powers," he said again.
At that minute Tara got up and lifted a lamp and threw it at them, it broke over the man but it had no impact. The man grabbed Tara but they were only focused on Tara, in the corner Willow opened the bottom drawer of the cabinet she was beside and took out a box of matches, she struck it and threw it over to the hunters, they fell back as they let go of Tara, Tara ran back over to Willow as the flames spread separating them from the hunters'.
"We'll get you witches!" Shouted the leader as they all disappeared into the air.
"Hail water!" Shouted Tara and then the flames automatically went out, leaving the carpet destroyed and Willow and Tara very frightened.