This is a little fic I did a few years back Hope you enjoy, I don't own any of the characters just the plot

Willow Rosenberg sat on tuffit eating her curds and weigh... no really... Willow had spent an evening browsing the magic shop when she came across a spell to strengthen her interdimentional prowess... If she read it correctly the "Moinanx rejunction" said that eating curds and weigh while sitting on a short, fluffy, stool, and reciting the incantations of moinanx, would give her the ability to cross the boundaries that separate realities.

It had been one of those weeks for Willow Rosenberg. Her relationship seemed to be getting rockier and rockier ever since she'd brought Buffy back from the dead, and the Scooby gang were all acting strangely toward her. She was willow, she was their friend, and she couldn't see why anyone especially Tara should feel any anxiety just because she broke the laws of mortality. I mean come on, sure it doesn't happen every day, but Buffy could do back flips off three story buildings and no one so much as blinked about that. It was society, all that Wicca phobia, and maybe even a little anti lesbianism... still that didn't explain Tara.

Willow sighed, inhaling the mystical cleansing powers of sage, or was it St. Johns Wart? She couldn't remember. Come to think of it she couldn't really recall ever lighting any incense... Willow opened her eyes and looked around her... there was a kind of smoky shield in front of her, it swirled in gray and black occasionally alighted by what looked like a spark of electricity... Small openings through the smoke allowed her to catch glimpses of her room, her cat, her TV, her bed, her St. Johns Wart safely hung on the spice rack over hers' and Tara's' beds.

She reached forward and tried to put a hand through the smoke.

ZAP!

"... well that's just rude, and ow... why does magic smoke always shock me?"

"Don't panic willow... you're an uber witch remember?... you brought Buffy back from the dead... you can levitate the couch, you can get out of this smoke whatever it is..." she thought to herself still clutching the cereal in one hand and a spoon in the other.

"TARAH, TARAH HELP!"

The smoke seemed to react to her words... it jolted with more electricity ("ow") and began to contract around her...

"Errrr Tara, Tara don't help?"

The smoke contracted some more.

"Ummmmm... DISPEL!"

The smoke jolted with electricity as Willow made a wave with her hand in the air at it, yelling the counter spell.

"No... no... no..." she whimpered.

"Foolish Girl!"

"Such power!"

"Foolish Girl!"

"What? Who said that?" Willow quivered.

The sinister voices echoing around her, became louder and louder every second... the voices were horrible and made her skin crawl, they resembled a sound her chain smoking aunt used to make when she went too long without a cigarette (or rather, whenever she didn't have one in her mouth).

"Foolish little Witch, plays with magic tricks?"

"She will feed us for so long my darlings!"

"Foolish little witch, foolish little bitch?"

"What do you want?" Willow yelled looking around in the now almost pitch black darkness... for the source of the voices...

"Foolish little witch, thinks she is a..."

Willow rolled her eyes.

"BLAH BLAH BLAH already, you'd think you mystical harbingers of doom would get sic of being all evasive and oooooOOOoooo look at me I sound like I'm on crack I must be dangerous... what's with th..."

Just then willow looked down at her curds (and her weigh) and saw something glinting in the light of the sparky magic... eight long slender legs attached to a very sickeningly large and hairy body ending in a grotesque head full with two large pinchers for a mouth and octagonal glinting black eyes, all that multiplied by about a hundred, and swarming over her legs and hands.

A large body slinked down along the length of a thin chord directly in front of her... "Hello my little treat... do you want to feed my babies?"

There was a scream... somewhere there was a scream... she couldn't remember, then there was a room... something chasing her... a large room, with no floors and no walls... did she scream? or was it someone else?... the doors floated, she was floating... she heard voices... "Stay back! It's coming!"... Something in her head... "Run Willow Run!"... "How can I run? I'm floating? There's no ground"... "Come back my treat"... "RUN WILLOW RUN!"... "Eat her!" "Open the door, go through the door"... then more voices... "Look out Kurt!"... "I've got them!"... "WE ARE HUNGRY!"... "GO THROUGH THE DOOR!"... she knew that voice, that voice telling her to go through the door, that was Tara's' voice... she reached out for the door... "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"...