Andrew Stalls

"Umm... Coming right up," Andrew murmered. His voice was obscured by a knife to his throat.

Eve stared with hatred. She was facing the huge possibility that she had just been duped into sex. And if there was anything Eve hated, it was being made a fool of.

She pressed the tip of the knife lightly into him, pressing an indent. Any further and she'd puncture the flesh. "Tell me," she hissed. "Tell me where the First is."

"Knives are so passe," a voice said. Both Andrew and Eve turned in head in shock. It was... Eve? It was the First, and they all knew it. First-Eve grinned. "A neck snap is far more fulfilling."

Eve grabbed Andrew at the neck. "Whatever you wish, First," she said.

"No, no," smiled the First-Eve. "Spare him." She turned into a different form, Buffy. "He may be an idiot, but this idiot finds himself always stumbling into success and victory. Our boy here is a survivor."

Eve put the knife away as she looked towards the omnipotent God. "I've worshipped you," she said to the First.

The First smiled. "I'm aware. I'm aware you'd be willing to do anything for me. That's why I showed up."

"Ummm... Can I get out of here?" asked Andrew. He was afraid about what was going to go on. Eve was crawling back up into a dress.

"No, no, no," smiled the First, as she turned from Buffy into Faith. "We're going on a mission, Andrew and Eve. See this place is run by the Senior Partners. We're going to kill them."

"What? Why should I... That's suicide!" said Andrew.

"You'll be rewarded," said the First.