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This story is No. 13 in the series "The "On" Series". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: While chasing a werewolf through the forests of Maine, Shannon the Vampire Slayer runs into a magical barrier. Beyond it is a town called Storybrooke and a substitute teacher named Leah Lockwood. But in Fairytale Land, Leah was someone else entirely.

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PROLOGUE: Klaus Kinski

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or worlds used in this story, including Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Once Upon a Time. I also do not own the rights to “This Is Just To Say” by William Carlos Williams. No harm is intended toward any of the copyright owners. This story is intended for entertainment purposes only.



by Listener



The following story contains non-consensual sex (discussed, not shown), as well as violence against teenagers and adults alike. You’ll also find bears, poetry, homosexual relationships, and someone who likes the ketchup-and-mayo combination on her fries. If any of these things might upset you, turn back now.

This story is COMPLETE. It is seven chapters, plus a prologue and epilogue, and I’ll be posting it over the next month at the rate of about one chapter every three days. It runs about 18,000 words. It is un-beta’d, so any mistakes are mine and mine alone.

Continuity Notes:

This story takes place shortly after “The Stranger”, the 20th episode of Once Upon a Time’s first season. That roughly corresponds to early May 2012, which puts it about two years after “On Doctors Named Allison and Witches Named Sarah”.

The Once Upon a Time wiki calls the other side “Fairytale Land”, but that just sounds lame to me. I went with “The Enchanted Forest”, which is a place in Fairytale Land. Many magical people and creatures seem to live there, and that definitely applies. Also, when the second season starts in fall 2012, this story will likely become AU.

Although I’ve placed this story in the continuum of my "On" Series, you don’t have to have read the previous entries to know exactly what’s happening. It couldn’t hurt, but it’s not strictly required. Just know that there’s a slayer school in Cleveland, Willow is the head witch, Xander is the head tactician, Amber is a vampire slayer, and Isabel is also a witch. Mostly I put it in the “On” universe so I could reuse some characters and situations. I have a habit of doing that.

All research, names, and so forth come from a combination of Wikipedia, the Buffy wiki, and the Once Upon a Time wiki.



“I am your fairy tale. Your dream. Your wishes and desires, and I am your thirst and your hunger and your food and your drink.” -Klaus Kinski



Mayor Regina Mills had a little ritual she performed every morning. Though her alarm clock was set for six, she would inevitably wake five minutes early, turn it off, and then stretch. Not so much her body -- though she did enjoy a nice yoga session a few times a week -- but her mind. Though she had little magic left to her -- almost none at all, after the clock had started and the Savior had arrived -- the spell that had made Storybrooke had left her with a sense of... of rightness, she’d decided to call it. If anything was wrong, she could feel it, like a magical pebble in her shoe.

There were far too many pebbles now: Prince Charming was awake, Snow White had been exonerated, and Pinocchio had reunited with his father. And that was just for starters. Soon, Regina knew, she would have to do something about this.

Something drastic.

And she would also have to figure out why three women had, over the past day or so, been trying to break into Storybrooke from the north. Her spell was holding -- well, Rumplestiltskin’s spell, but she’d had at least some part in it -- and the women were being kept at bay.

She smiled and, as the clock ticked over to six, pushed back the covers and got out of bed.

It’s not as if the three of them would give those ladies the time of day anyway.


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