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Author’s note: Thanks to Skyla Edenfield who helped planned the story and who helped on the research and to Katie (Angelic Slayer) who checked this story over.
Author’s note 2: I wanted to make a Buffy fairy tale series, but I realised it was going to take too much time, so I decided that the best idea was to just do one fairy tale and since Sleeping Beauty was my favourite it was a clear winner.
Authors note 3: I don’t know what male fairies are called, so for the story I’m just calling them fairies. Sorry, if you know what the name for them are but for my sake I’m just calling them fairies.
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Characters:
Aurora: Buffy
Prince Phillip: Angel
Stefan (Aurora’s father): Giles
Hubert (Phillip’s father): Holtz
Good fairies: Doyle, Lorne and Whistler
Maleficent: Cordelia
Queen: Jenny
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Chapter Two
Doyle, Lorne and Whistler were having an interesting time themselves. Apparently, just reading the instructions in the book wasn't that simple. The dress was a disastrous patchwork of mismatched cloth and the cake was slowly sliding off the table. Lorne quickly placed a broom handle to hoist it back up again. "Of course, it'll be much stiffer after its baked." replied Lorne as he watched the icing carry the candles off the cake and down the broom handle.
Lorne felt his blood begin to boil. Buffy would be back soon and they had accomplished only in making a big mess. She would have no dress, no cake and the cottage itself was in complete disarray. As he thought of what Buffy’s reaction would be to all this, he began to shake in fury, causing the ill-sewn dress to fall apart at the seams. "I've has enough of this nonsense!" exploded Whistler. "I think we ought to think of Buffy and what she'd think of this mess!" he flung her arm out and gestured to the mess, causing a sleeve to fly across the room. "I still think what I thunk before. I'm going to get those wands!"
Whistler had suggested this from the beginning but was overruled by Doyle. Now Doyle began to think that this might be the best idea. But, as Whistler ran down the stairs with three shining wands, Doyle grew cautious. They had refrained from using their magic for almost sixteen years and Doyle was not about to be found out by Cordelia now. He instructed the other two to shut the door and windows, and to plug up every cranny. When Doyle felt the cottage was secure, he immediately went to work on the dress. Lorne allowed his magic to fix the cake and Whistler went about the cottage cleaning things up. In no time at the entire cottage was sparkling clean, the cake was tall and beautiful, and the gown was certainly "a dress a princess could be proud of".
Whistler stopped his cleaning to examine the progress. His eyes fell on the gown, which was a soft shade of pink, a colour Doyle had insisted upon. "Oh no, not pink." sulked Whistler. "Make it blue!" he whispered as a shot of blue magic escaped from his wand and hit the dress, turning it instantly blue. Doyle was not pleased with this. He scowled at Whistler and quickly changed the dress back to pink. But Whistler was determined to win this battle. He changed it back to blue only to have Doyle turn it pink again. But when a stray bolt of Whistler’s magic struck Doyle, changing his clothes from pink to blue, it was all-out war!
Pink and blue magic filled the room. Lorne remained oblivious to all this activity. He was too consumed with the overseeing of his magic, which was now applying the delicate icing on the cake. Fairy dust bounced off the walls, floors and ceiling. It shot against the furniture and even the large, cast-iron cauldron in the fireplace.
The fireplace! The one area the fairies didn't think to check. As the fairy dust hit the cauldron, it shot up the chimney and escaped into the forest. Cordelia’s raven, who was searching the countryside for any sign of magic, noticed a pink and blue glow emanating from the forest. It swooped down for a closer investigation and found the fairies' cottage.
Just then, Buffy made her appearance on the flagstone path that led to the cottage. She was singing and the fairies that quickly righted things hearing her sweet voice. They took their hiding places on the stairs and waited for Buffy to enter the cottage, but not before Whistler had the opportunity to change the dress colour to blue.
Buffy burst into the cottage with joy and happiness in her heart. She called out for her uncles and wondered at their disappearance. Suddenly her eyes fell on the most beautiful, blue dress and birthday cake. She gasped in delight as the fairies jumped from their hiding place and yelled "Surprise! Happy Birthday!” Buffy felt the happiest she had ever been. She expressed her gratitude to her uncles and brought up the young man she had just met. She insisted that he wasn't a stranger for they had met "once upon a dream".
The three fairies were worried at this revelation. Finally Buffy had to learn the truth. Buffy listened in bewilderment as the fairies explained to her who she really was, also she was betrothed to Prince Angel, and that she was to return to the castle that very evening. But when they mentioned that she could never see her young stranger again, Buffy burst into tears and ran up to her room heartbroken.
Whistler looked at the other two, his eyes plagued with sadness at the news that they had to bare to the young girl whose life so far had been make believe. “And we thought she'd be so happy.”
Back at the castle, King Giles scanned the countryside for any sign of his daughter's return. King Holtz was at a banquet table behind him, greedily stuffing his face with food. The two kings had been celebrating Buffy’s return, but as the sun slowly sank in the sky, Giles’ anxiety increased. Sixteen years of worrying had taken its toll on him and "sunset" could not come fast enough. Holtz saw the worry in his friend's eyes and reassured him that all was well. He then called for his servant to bring in a bottle of wine that he had been saving for sixteen years. The two kings poured themselves a cup and made a toast to the future.
The servant, whose name was Connor, had managed to pilfer a bit of wine for himself and secretly joined in on the toast. As the servant began to play a soft tune on his lute, Holtz clapped his hands and demanded the plans of a New Castle (that he had commissioned to be built) be brought forth. As Giles studied the plans, Holtz announced that their children could marry that night and move in tomorrow. Giles was not too keen on this idea and Holtz, having drunk a bit too much, mistook Giles’ concern. In truth, Giles wanted time with his daughter and was not too eager to have her married off and moved out. When he voiced this to Holtz, Holtz reminded him that he was giving up his son as well. But Giles stood his ground and declared that all this may come as a shock to his daughter.
"Shock! My Angel a shock? What's wrong with my Angel?" shouted Holtz as he slammed his goblet down with a thud. "Why doesn't your daughter like my son?" he demanded.
Giles saw that this conversation had taken a very wrong turn and made every attempt to get it back on track. But Holtz’s misguided accusations only managed to anger Giles, who started to shout insults back. Holtz, shocked at his friend's outburst, grabbed at the closest object at hand and thrust it violently at Giles. Giles, in retaliation, grabbed a platter and held it up as a shield to block the blows.
Eventually Holtz realised that he had grabbed a fish, a fish that now hung limp in his hand. He started to laugh at this and Giles, who now looked over his "shield", joined in on the laughter. Holtz assured Giles that their children were bound to fall in love with each other, and the two kings raised their glasses for another toast. Their toast was interrupted by the strangest sound emanating from under the table.
Giles lifted the tablecloth and found the servant, who at this point had drank much more wine than the two kings combined, fast asleep. His head rested inside his lute while his snores caused the stings to vibrate in a strange song.
Before the kings could enforce some discipline upon the drunken servant, the royal herald in the courtyard below announced the arrival of Prince Angel. Holtz excused himself from Giles’ company and made a mad dash to the courtyard.
Amidst the cheers of the townsfolk who had conjugated within the castle to await the Princess Buffy’s return, Prince Angel galloped through the courtyard on his white horse. He was a tall, handsome youth wearing slightly damp clothes. When he saw his father running towards him, he steadied his horse and dismounted.
Holtz’s face was flushed when he reached his son. He told Angel to change out of his soiled clothes immediately and to make himself presentable for his future bride. But Angel already met his future bride. It was the little peasant maid who had danced with him deep in the forest. When Angel revealed this little bit of information to his father, Holtz flew into a rage.
“A peasant g-g-girl? You're going to marry a ... Why Angel, you're joking! You can't do this to me! Give up the throne, the kingdom, for some, some nobody? By Harry, I won't have it. You're a prince, and you're going to marry a princess!”
He demanded that Angel come to his senses and marry the intended princess. But Angel’s heart could never allow this. As he swung back into the saddle, he stated he would marry the girl he loved. And with that, he left for the cottage in the glen where he was sure his love was waiting.
But his love was not there. Her three dear uncles were leading her away from the cottage. They walked swiftly and silently through the forest, watching and listening for any sign of Cordelia. Buffy has hidden under a thick, dark cloak and did not speak. As the sun sank further down in the sky and the shadows deepened, the castle began to emerge from the trees. Buffy kept her eyes focused on the ground before her. Her heart has heavy with sadness. Sadness for her three uncles that she loved dearly and who would no longer be a constant in her life. Sadness for the woodland home that she loved and did not want to leave. And, sadness for her lost love, the stranger from her dreams that she would never see again.
She didn't dare look up at the grand fortress that rose up against the darkening sky, and she didn't dare look at the grief-stricken faces of her uncles. Because she was sure that, if she did, she would break down into tears and she was determined not to cry again.
The fairies led the sad princess through a small door and up a spiral staircase to the royal apartments above. There they walked down a long hall and into the princess's dressing room. The room was lavishly decorated and the fire in the fireplace provided warmth against the chilly night. But Buffy noticed none of this. She allowed herself to be led to a chair in front of a dressing table and sat down as if in a trance. The fairies drew their wands together and produced one last gift for Buffy, a gold crown to wear as a symbol of her royal heritage.
“This one last gift, the symbol of royalty. A crown to wear in grace and beauty, as is thy right, and royal duty. “ Doyle gently place the crown on Buffy’s head and all three fairies smiled at what they saw.
Buffy looked more beautiful than ever. But the reflection in the mirror did not have the same effect on Buffy. She merely saw a princess who must put her royal duty before her heart. Suddenly she could no longer hold back her tears and buried her head in her arms, crying softly. The fairies thought it best to leave the princess alone for a moment to compose herself. They stepped outside her room and discussed the possibility of telling Buffy’s parents about the boy she had met.
As Buffy sobbed Cordelia saw her chance! Her trusted raven had filled her with news about the princess and Cordelia was ready to strike. She had hidden herself among the flames of the fire, and now the flames died down to reveal her evil form within. Her form vanished and was replaced by a green, glowing orb that pulsated with evil. Cordelia then started to softly call to Buffy. Buffy, upon hearing her name, lifted her head. But, as soon as she looked upon the glowing orb, she found she could not pull her gaze away from it. She slowly rose from her seat, her cloak slipping from her shoulders to the floor, and walked toward the eerie light. Suddenly the back of the fireplace dissolved to reveal a hidden staircase. Buffy, barely aware of herself, walked across the hearth.
Doyle heard the strange echoing of Cordelia haunting call and called the others to attention. They burst into Buffy’s room only to find her disappearing through the fireplace. They ran to her, calling out her name, but Buffy didn't hear them. She only heard Cordelia’s chanting in her ears as she was drawn up the stairs by an unnatural force.
The wall of the fireplace reappeared just as the fairies attempted to walk through it. With their path cut off from Buffy, they panicked and started pushing on the wall as if this would move it. Doyle snapped back to reality and swiftly waved his wand at the wall, causing it to open for them. They frantically searched the many halls and stairs, all the while shouting "Buffy! Buffy don’t touch anything!" But Buffy never heard their shouts. She continued to climb the spiral stairs until she came to a small, empty room. There, the green orb grew larger and changed shape. Suddenly a black spinning wheel appeared, its sharp spindle glowing with an dark light. Buffy walked towards it and stretch out her hand.
The cries of the fairies were growing louder and finally their voices broke through to Buffy. She quickly snatched her hand away from the spindle at their warning. But Cordelia’s power over Buffy was too great. "Touch the spindle!" she demanded the princess. "Touch it I say!" Buffy stretched her hand over the spindle once again.
This time her middle finger touched the sharp point of the needle and the darkness fell over her.
Just then, the fairies burst into the room. Cordelia who glared at them with evil triumph greeted them. "You poor simple fools!" she sneered. "Thinking you can defeat me! Me, the mistress of all evil! Well, here's your precious princess!" Cordelia pulled her voluminous cape aside to reveal the princess sprawled out on the floor in a death-like sleep. With a cackle of laughter Cordelia vanished.
The fairies wept openly. They moved Buffy to an apartment in the top-most tower and laid her on a bed hung with rich curtains. They placed a red rose in her cold hands and left the room, all the while tears rolled down their faces. They just couldn't bring themselves to tell the king and queen. Out on the balcony they looked down to see the crowds of people cheering. The sun had set and the herald just announced to the crowd to make themselves ready to greet their princess.
"We'll put them all to sleep until Buffy awakens." stated Doyle. Then he, with Lorne and Whistler, began to spread a sleeping spell over the entire castle. Soon all the inhabitants were slumbering peacefully. As Doyle continued to spread the sleep dust over the throne room, he overheard King Holtz discussing a problem with his son to King Giles. "Seems he's fallen in love with some peasant girl..." mumbled Holtz before drifted off to sleep. Giles was already snoozing peacefully beside him and heard none of this. Doyle however, stopped in her tracks. He quickly flew to Holtz with anxiety in her heart. Could this peasant girl be their Buffy? He could only hope! He hovered over Holtz and frantically tried to wake him
"The peasant girl! Who is she? Where did he meet her?" asked Doyle to the drowsy king. Holtz’s eyes managed to open only partially.
"Just some peasant girl." was all he managed before drifting to sleep again.
Doyle was beside himself. "Where! Where!" he demanded as he pulled on Holtz’s white moustache.
"Once... upon…a dream..." murmured Holtz before the sleep spell reached its full potency.
Doyle could hardly believe this turn in events. He rushed to Lorne and Whistler and informed them that they had to get to the cottage at once. Off they flew as fast as their small wings could carry them. Right about now Prince Angel would be reaching the cottage. If he was indeed the handsome stranger that their Buffy fell in love had fallen in love with, then there was a possibility that he could break the spell.
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