Title: To Every Generation

Title: To Every Generation..

Authors Note: While doing some research for this story I found out that the word "male" in Italian means evil. I thought it was funny, I don't know if you will! Also I just thought Id say there's still 1 more chapter after this. Although I haven't written it yet. Chapter 5

"Not bad…for a mortal."

Oh Crap. Now what? Willow thought.

Willow turned to Giles, she didn't know what to do. Unfortunately Giles was already several feet in the air. "You can do it," he told her more confidently then he felt. But then it is hard to feel confident when your been hovered in the air by a psychopathic vampire. Sure enough his unease was justified. Giles watched as Malo moved her hand and he went flying in the direction of a headstone. His head connected with the headstone with a thud. His vision blurred and then there was nothing.

"GILES!" Screamed Willow. She ran over to where his body lay. Was he alive? She didn't have the chance to check because she felt herself being pulled to face the innocent looking Malo.

"Now it's just us. I want to take over and from what I've just seen, you're the only one good enough to stop me. So you have to die."

"Not if I kill you first."

"Promises, promises," Malo mocked.

Willow felt herself being lifted up in the air. Instead of panicking a sense of calm swept through her body, she knew exactly what to do.

She started to chant. "Portenza, Menta, Corpo, Anima. Proteggere loro tutto da questo male. Portenza, Menta, Corpo, Anima. Proteggere loro tutto da questo male…"

Willow could feel herself being lowered further to the ground with each word. Malo looked surprised. "How did you do that?"

Willow smiled. "Still think you can win? I blocked out your powers, they have absolutely no effect on me."

"You're a witch!" exclaimed Malo. She started to look a little nervous. Then Willow could feel Malo's power pressing against the force field she had put around herself. Malo was using all the power she had, but so was Willow. Willow produced a stake from inside her jacket.

What the hell am I doing? I can't do this.

But if she couldn't, no one else would be able to either. Deep down she knew this, which is why she didn't run or scream like she would have done before she met Buffy. She was going to kick some butt and nothing would stop her. With all her rage she ran toward Malo. As she did a flying kick Malo ducked. Willow landed on the floor with a thud and tumbled, but she quickly gained control and turned the tumble into a roll. While Willow was rolling Malo put her game face on. She was going to kill this young witch and enjoy it, a lot. She saw the young witch jump up and before she knew it she was falling backwards. Her face stung from a blow that she hadn't even seen coming. What was this girl? The fight continued for some time and Willow realised she didn't know how she knew all these moves. She didn't even have to think about, it was all instinct. She began to wonder how good she could get with some training. She didn't have time to think about it because Malo was once again on her feet. Willow threw a punch, Malo ducked and tried to trip her up. She jumped in the air and landed on Malo, they fell onto the ground. Willow directed several blow at Malo's face then stood up and dragged Malo with her.

Malo's face was now covered in blood, as was Willow's. She threw Malo against the wall. As she began to raise her stake to go in for the kill the terror was clearly visible on Malo's face. "Who…what are you?" she stammered. "The Slayer," replied Willow as she stuck the stake in the vampires heart. She smiled as the vampire turned to dust. She was the Slayer, the Chosen One. She finally understood. She wasn't Buffy, she never would be, but she was the Slayer. It was now her duty to protect the world.

As she wiped some of the blood off her face Willow stared off into the darkness and smiled.