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"What happened next?" Sophie asked excitedly.
"Yeah, Willow" Tara smiled. "What happened next?"
"Well, on his way to the fair, Giles became lost in a dark forest.."
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"This is strange, we should be there by now" said Giles, glancing at the map while his horse, Jonathan, looked around nervously as a raven fluttered past.
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Tara gave Willow a strange look.
"What? Somebody had to be the horse, and in my head everybody else has parts already" Willow explained. "Anyway.."
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"Perhaps I should have played closer attention to where I was going" Giles sighed. "Oh, wait a minute." He pulled Jonathan to a stop to look at a run-down sign near a fork in the road. "Okay, let's go this way." Giles pulled Jonathan to the right, and, seeing a foggy road which disappeared into the forest, the horse veered to the left, towards a road that seemed less frightening. "No, right Jonathan" said Giles, pulling the horse back. "This is a shortcut. We'll be there in no time, I assure you." So they continued down the dark road, when the shadow of a demon ran by. Jonathan stopped dead in his tracks when he heard the demon's growl.
"Oh, this just cant be right!" Giles grumbled. "Honestly, Jonathan, where have you taken us? Perhaps we should turn back.." Unfortunately, Jonathan backed into a tree, waking a flock of bats. The horse panicked and threw Giles off, bolting into the woods, and taking the cart holding Giles invention with him. "Jonathan?" Giles called nervously after the horse was out of sight, "Jonathan, where are you?". Suddenly, Giles heard a low growling, and turned to see a trio of blue-skinned, yellow-horned demons coming out of the bushes towards him. The Watcher ran, and the demons sped after him. Just when Giles thought all hope was lost, he tripped and went tumbling down a hill, crashing into a huge iron gate. "Help!" Giles called. "I'm in terrible danger, please help me!" The gates fell open, and Giles quickly ran in and slammed it shut before the demons could reach him. Looking around, he saw a bridge, and on the other side of it, a brilliant castle. The watcher smiled. He was saved! Giles ran up the castle's stairs, then hesitated for a moment before entering, finding himself in a dark room with a large staircase and a few doorways open.
"Hello?" he called nervously. When there was no response, he tried again. "Hello?"
"Poor guy, he must have got himself lost in the woods" came a young male voice.
"Keep it down! Maybe he'll go away" said a second voice with a British accent.
"Is someone there?" asked Giles, looking around for the source of the voices.
"Not a word, Xander. I mean it, not one word!" hissed the second voice.
"I don't want to impose" said Giles, "But I've lost my horse and I really do need a place to stay for the night."
"Aw, come on Wesley, have a heart" said the first voice.
"Hmph" the second voice growled. Then, Giles heard the owner of the second voice yelp. "Ow! You burnt me!"
"Of course you can stay here sir!" said the first voice cheerily.
"Okay, er, who said that?" asked Giles.
"Over here."
"Where?" Giles felt a tap on his shoulder, and turned to find himself face to face with a living candlestick wearing an eye-patch.
"Hello" the candlestick smiled. Giles fell backwards, startled, before studying the candlestick closer, and cleaning his glasses to be sure that his eyes weren't decieving him.
"Fascinating."
"Look what you've done now Xander, this is just brilliant" complained the second voice, as it's owner, a clock, stepped out of the shadows.
"Well, this is amazing!" said Giles, picking up the clock and tickling it.
"Stop that!" the clock, Wesley, protested, trying not to giggle. "Put me down! I demand you put me down at once!"
"Sorry" said Giles, "I've just never seen a.. ah.. AH-CHOO!" Giles sneezed, fogging up Wesley's face.
"Geez, you're soaked to the skin!" said Xander, the candlestick, as Giles wiped his nose and an unimpressed Wesley tried to clean his face. "Why don't you come warm yourself up by the fire?"
"Yes, thank you" said Giles, as Xander led him down a staircase into the parlour, unaware that a black-eyed figure watched them from the shadows, scowling.
"No Xander! No, no, no!" Wesley yelled. "You know what the Mistress will do if she finds him here! I demand that you -ow- stop this madness-ow," he fell down some stairs. "Right now! Ah!" Wesley tumbled down the last three stairs, gasping as he saw Xander guide Giles to a red armchair in front of the fireplace. "Not the Mistress's chair! Anything but that!" Suddenly, a foot stool named Miss Kitty Fantastico ran past the clock, and began rubbing itself up against Giles's leg.
"Hello there, girl" Giles smiled, patting the stool as it settled under his feet.
"Look, this has gone far enough!" said Wesley. "I'm in charge around here and-" the clock was cut off when he was run over by a tea-cart speeding by, stopping beside the chair.
"Would you like some tea sir?" asked a teapot named Buffy. "It'll warm you up in no time!"
"No tea" Wesley mumbled into the carpet, before jumping to his feet. "No tea!" Buffy ignored him, pouring tea and dropping two lumps of sugar into the teacup beside her, before nudging the cup towards Giles.
"Here you go, sir."
"Thank you" said Giles, lifting it to his mouth and taking a sip. The teacup, who was actually Buffy's younger sister Dawn, began to giggle.
"That tickles!" Suddenly, the door opened with a huge gust of wind that put the fire out.
"Oh no" Buffy whispered, hopping protectively in front of Dawn when Giles put her down. Wesley dove under the rug. Standing in the doorway was a woman with jet-black hair and eyes, wearing a robe of the same colour. Veins protuded from her pale face. This was the witch, Dark Willow.
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"Tara!" Willow scolded her girlfriend who had collapsed into a fit of giggles, "This is supposed to be an extremely tense moment in the story!"
"Sorry" Tara laughed, "I'm just trying to get over the image of Buffy as a teapot."
AN: Sorry I haven't updated this, my school life's been pretty hectic at the moment.