If you ever feel as though you were born at the incorrect time, never forget that in Willow and Elvira's time, your eye color could dictate whether or not you were to die. But not just any death, oh no, painful deaths. Burning, drowning, and others. So you're pretty dang lucky.

Now add to the fact that these two lovely ladies are in fact witches. Which technically makes them worthy of whatever death awaits them if they were actually evil. But the whole evil witch thing with no exceptions is both extremely rude and against something they had no control over. So excuse you, Walt Disney, but sometimes your dashing princes atop white horses are the real villains of the story. Or even, the horror, your sweet little damsels in distress.

But back to our ladies. Now these girls are practically being assaulted by the universe. First off, they're witches born in the time where that was just about the worst thing to be. They're also female, which makes things just that much worse. Then there's the witchy part of it.

Here's a newsflash: the whole green eyes witch thing, is in fact true. Or it was, at one point. There were three kinds of witches. The most powerful were the ones with green eyes. Something about the color activates the natural magic flowing through all living things. The less powerful are those born at special moments, where the world's special magic is just right to change their very souls into something that can harness the world's magic. Then there are the completely ordinary people who choose to learn witchcraft, but never learn more than what can be taught.

There are also different kinds of magic that can be harnessed. There's the ability to heal, one of the most common varieties of magic; there's the ability to communicate with something, the less common kind; then there's the ability to see, one of the rarest varieties. If you think about the basis of these kinds of magic, it makes sense. It's not hard to want to heal something. It's a bit more difficult to communicate with something. But it takes a serious amount of will and brain power to put your consciousness in something else and look through its eyes.

Let's start with Willow. At night, if she concentrates enough, she can see through the eyes of stars. She can look through everything they've seen, and learn from it. Her wisdom could pass as a being as old as time, which she could technically be, if she so desired. Every event that occurred under the sky can be seen by her, and the possibilities of what she could do with that knowledge are endless. She knows all your secrets. You should be scared.

Now what about Elvira? The doll-like girl is not as harmless as she seems. Elvira's ability isn't as sweet as Willow's, no. It's something that's truly demonic. She's able to see the emotional forms of the deceased. Ghosts are just the remaining attachment of emotion to our world, and she's able to harness it and feed it to her familiar. Oh, and her familiar is a rabbit. Sweet, right? If you consider a voodoo zombie rabbit fluffy and cute, who am I to judge. Every witch they kill or every soul they come across she takes the 'soul' and stores it in her rabbit. Her familiar has no true solid form; it's more shadow-like and phantomic. Oh, yes. What does she do with those souls, you may ask. With the power of a needle and thread, she is able to put them in dolls and puppeteer them to her command.

"Elvira! Ye are falling behind! Ye best move faster, else I'll leave you!" The Irish accent echoed through the allies, followed quickly by another voice's scoff.

"No you von't. You alvays say you vill, but you never do," it said, the mild German accent just barely clinging to the edges of the words. It only took full control when the 'w' sound was attempted, twisting it into a 'v' sound. The Irish maiden groaned in defeat, glaring at her slightly shorter companion.

"Fine. But if we get caught because of ye and yer slowness, I'll make sure to blame ye fully. Ye can count on that." Her accusations would certainly have continued, had she not attempted to fall face-first into the ground. Right at the feet of a gorgeous woman.

The woman was tall and stately, her skin a warm bronze color. A russet squirrel with a full, glossy tail perched on her shoulder. Her piercing green eyes gazed sternly down at the fallen girl, who scrambled to her knees and then began crawling backwards as fast as her limbs were able.

"Well," the woman began, her lips curling into a cruel sneer. "When the trees told me you were nearby, I never expected to bump into you myself. I'm rather disappointed, for the two most powerful witches on the planet, you don't look like much of a challenge." Both girl's stiffened at the mention of being powerful. "It's funny," she ranted on, "that you two would be running..." Her smile turned sinister. "From two dead bodies. And just two. Not even three! Oh, wait, don't forget the butl--" She was cut off by a large hiss. She barely turned to the sound before a flash of golden fury appeared on her face, using its deadly claws to scratch her face.

"Stardust!" Willow shrieked as Elvira tugged her up from the ground. She watched in a rage as the woman growled and flicked the cat to the side. His body smashed against the wall before flopping uselessly to the ground. Willow flinched before slumping slightly from the pain echoing from the tomcat to herself. She clenched her fist in rage, but a hand softly rested upon her shoulder, making her head turn to her smaller friend.

Elvira was staring in determination at the woman, her eyes glowing slightly. Willow felt a bit of relief from her glare, seeing as the woman didn't seem to outwardly faze her. She then noticed her mouth moving slightly, and grinned in anticipation.

"Now," the woman growled, wiping the blood from her cheek and staring at it intently. "Where were we?" Her eyes turned upwards, a harassing smile gracing her lips. "Ah, yes. The butler. My my, he was tough to kill. He gave me a fight. Must've taken some self defence classes, that one." She then flicked the blood on her hand away, taking an offensive stance. "Now," she said, poison lining her every word. "Time to die."

Like a snake, her hand lashed out, a bolt of thorns tearing through the air with her fingers. Willow brought her forearms up in front of her in defense.

"Thoghairm mé dhuit, sciath na réaltaí," I summon thee, shield of stars. Willow said softly, a small burst of light rippled outwards from her arms, ending in a star shape that covered both girls from the thorns, which disintegrated into dust as soon as they made contact with the shield. The woman scowled.

"Such force. Why," she said, her lips twitching into a grin as the shield slowly faded into nothing. "That's ancient magic, much stronger than normal words." Then her foot twisted, jutting her hip outwards. "Let's see how you fair against this." She said, a small light gathering at her index finger.

Willow's ear only caught the last few words of Elvira's incantation, but it was enough to support her thoughts.

"...Mein Günstling, gekommen, um Ihren Meister zu dienen!" My minion, come to serve your master. She hissed, her voice rose in pitch only slightly as the light on the woman's finger shot off towards them. It quickly was diverted from the girls, as a giant, grotesque creature shot in front of its path. The creature made the woman yelp.

Willow peered up at it, and its appearance startled her slightly before a small smile danced on her lips. Elvira had captured a soul that was terrible, as the doll was influenced slightly by the soul's past. The giant bear-like creature loomed over them, casting a shadow from the moonlight. Stuffing squeezed out of some crevasses, and the button eye was falling off slightly. Needles and threads poked through the outer skin of it, and it started to waddle over to the woman, rendering her speechless.

"Come," Elvira said, grabbing Willow's wrist and dragging her along. They swiftly dodged away from the disgusting scene Willow was sure was unfolding. The woman's screams echoed through the streets, before quickly ending in a spine shivering squish.

"What did ye do?" She inquired, looking at the blonde girl. Her lip tilted slightly in a smile.

"He only vanted a hug," she said, offering that only as an answer. Willow shivered, realizing what happened. They then halted, their feet slipping slightly on the damp stone. The girl's bright green eyes met her darker forest green ones. "Do it." She commanded.

"I'll try," she promised, taking a deep breath and moving her hands in a swirling motion. "Bend ann do mo chompánaigh agus mé, agus athrú ár suíomh." Bend existence for my companions and I, and change our location.

Slowly, the world around them started to shift, and they cast their eyes down the alley way. The buildings began to tilt downwards to the street, almost like a ripple. It got closer to them, and both girls' grips on each other tightened. The world swirled around them.

~*~

Willow felt sun on her skin, and cold hands shake her awake. Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw Elvira looking down at her with worry, her cloak was still covering her face, casting a shadow upon it. With a groan, she sat up.

"Where are we?" she asked, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"Honestly, no clue." Elvira said, glancing around. "But I did create a small place for us to spend the time until ve get enough resources to complete the spell."

Willow smirked. "Did ye create it, or yer minions?"

Elvira rolled her eyes as she pushed herself off of the ground, taking swift, soft steps towards a large tree. Its leaves seemed golden in the sunlight and the bark rough and dark brown.

Willow gave a long, reluctant sigh as she scrambled off of the ground, nearly tripping over her long dress. It was the finest material she had ever worn, and it was comfortable. She frowned slightly at the thought of it being dirtied forever. She followed Elvira to the tree. Elvira casted her a glance before tracing over several circular runes, each lighting a faint green and then quickly disappearing. The bark seemed to turn into fabric as the spell finished. With a small wave of her hand, she pushed through the bark and it acted like a blanket as she pushed it aside and made her way into it. Willow hesitated a millisecond before following the blonde girl through.

Inside, a winding staircase made of roots spiraled down a structural beam and ended at a dirt floor. There were two beds made of forest foliage and a desk made from twigs and twine. She smiled.

"Now, where must we start?"

~*~

A hug enveloped Willow from her back, and two pale, scrawny arms encircled her.

"Ve are done," a voice said softly, her face digging into her back.

A soft smile danced on her lips. "Yes we are." Tears started to stain her vision. "We will soon no longer be a problem for everyone."

Elvira nodded. "I'm glad, I guess," she mumbled. Willow turned around and hugged her friend back, both of them stood in solemn silence. They both knew the costs of this spell.

If it worked properly, they would be encased in Blood Amber, a substance of blood fused with magic. It was harder than steel but softer than cashmere. It would be their sarcophagus of time. It would encase them until the world ends or someone awakes them. To witches, it was the same as suicide. But, they would have to take that chance.

With chalk, they drew a rune in the shape of a star and two swirls going through, creating a loop. They then both nodded at each other, standing on their respective sides of the loop. They outstretched their hands, wrapping their fingers on the sharp side of an obsidian dagger. Blood pooled out of their palms, onto the ground. Willow closed her eyes and began to mumble softly to herself as both of their hair began to float around their heads slightly. The blood of theirs on the ground slowly started to move, forming swirling tendrils of red.

Elvira stretched her arms out, hand limp and fingers pointed down. Her eyes glowed a green and black filled her cornea. Her voice, as she spoke, began to sound like two separate voices.

"Testudine facta per sanguinem, mihi somnum, et infinitas aeternae praesidia. Chaos sociorum in sanguine protege me, et da mihi mortis silentium." Shell formed by blood, grant me endless sleep and eternal protection. Protect me in the blood of the allies of Chaos, and grant me the silence of Death. Suddenly, the tendrils stiffened, forming into spikes that wrapped around both girl's feet.

They stiffened, but didn't not stop their gestures and motions. Suddenly, a crackling was heard from the walls of dirt. Before they could react, roots shot out at them, halting their words abruptly and yanking them back into the inward dents forming in the dirt. A shriek escaped both girls' lips, but was cut off as the air was forced out of their lips when they hit the wall. A choked sound escaped Willow's lips as words tried to form. A hard material formed a shell as they were frozen. The lights in the room were blown out, and the girl's hearts froze, and their vision went black. Quietly, roots creaked over the protective coffins, creating a slight cover.