A/N This is just a mad little fic that’s been floating around in my head for a while. For those of you who haven’t read any Discworld by Terry Pratchett, this will probably not make any sense. Never mind.
Disclaimer: Discworld belongs to Terry Pratchett and BtVS belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. I'm not making any money from this. So there.
Buffy threw her coat down onto the nearby coffee table. It had been a hard night. Sure, only five vamps to dust, but they all seemed to be personally out to get her. “Dawn! Willow! I’m back!” she called loudly.
Dawn came running through to the hallway. “Buffy, come see what Willow’s doing! She’s making this portal thing.” The young teenager was practically bouncing with excitement.
Burry frowned and strode quickly towards the living room. Any spell of Willow’s involving portals was bound to cause trouble. “Will, what kind of portal are you opening?” she asked apprehensively.
Willow was sitting on the floor, surrounded by candles and large sheets of paper, covered in strange writing. The witch turned and smiled at Buffy. “Just a little one. It opens into a blank dimension, so nothing’s gonna happen. It’s just for me to practice my magic without anyone getting hurt.”
“Well, as long as you’re sure.” Buffy replied.
Willow began to chant in a strange tongue. As she did, the room began to get darker and darker. A pinpoint of light appeared in the centre of the room, right by Willow’s head. It grew larger until it was the size of a large doorway. Willow chanted faster and faster, the words rolling off her tongue. Suddenly there was a blinding flash of light and silence.
Out of the darkness a voice rang out like leaden slabs, passing around Buffy’s ears and just ending up in her mind. “OH BUGGER.”