Gift fics for Soraka for pretty picture!

Title: Errands

“Are you going to get me more blood soon?” Soraka asked, laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Going now, Pretty Boy.” Tink said, pulling on his shirt.

“Are you going by the mall?” Soraka asked.

“Hm, a lot of girls do hang around there. It wouldn’t be too hard to lure them off.” Tink said, looking thoughtful.

“Good.” Soraka said, throwing tattered leather at Tink. “My wallet is in there somewhere. I need new pants.”

“You’re making me run your errands?” Tink asked, raising an eyebrow.

Soraka gave him a cold look. “Well, if you stopped cutting up my pants everytime we have sex, then I wouldn’t need you to go get me new pants.”

Title: Deal

Pretty boy was just another victim. Someone to take advantage of and then make them a meal.

That’s what Tink had been planning.

However, when the skin he had cut during sex had healed in the five minutes he had been out of the room, he knew something was wrong.

“So, what are you, my little morsel?” Tink asked, leaning over the bound man, pressing the knife to his neck.

The man opened his eyes, now red instead of the usual blue. “A vampire. A demon of Hell.”

“Oh?” Tink asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You’ve made me bleed quite a bit.” The man said.

Tink smirked. “That’s what I do.”

“I need blood.” The man said.

“I suppose a vampire would. Now the question is, why should I care?” Tink asked.

“Because you’re going to get it for me.” The man said.

“What makes you think that, pretty boy? What’s in it for me?” Tink asked.

The man smirked. “Because I’m willing to deal.”

Title: Go Home

The link worked both ways. As he got closer to total damnation, he could start to see through Lucifer’s eyes.

That’s how he knew of the meeting to come. He knew where it was to be and he knew Lucifer planned to be late.

So he simply came on time.

“Hello Soraka.” Jehovah said before Soraka had even a chance to make his presence known.

“Jehovah.” Soraka said, walking to the seat across from him and sat down.

“He’ll be here earlier than normal, you know.” Jehovah said.

“I know.” Soraka said.

Jehovah raised an eyebrow. “Why are you here, Soraka?”

Soraka was silent a few moments. “…why did you let me fall?” He asked in a quiet voice, not meeting his eyes.

“Because you were meant too.” Jehovah said.

“Why me?” Soraka asked.

“I can’t tell you that.” Jehovah said.

“Why not?” Soraka demanded.

“Because you are not supposed to know.” Jehovah said.

“Why?!” Soraka asked.

“Because that’s how it is to be.” Jehovah said.

“You make things how they’re supposed to be! Nothing should be stopping You except Yourself!” Soraka snapped, slamming his hands on the table as he stood up.

“I have My reasons for doing so.” Jehovah said calmly, waving his hand as a special prize was won for being the millionth customer and the waiter broke out in song across the café.

“Damnit, just tell me already!” Soraka demanded.

“No.” Jehovah said firmly, staring him in the eyes with firm, but kind eyes.

Soraka flinched, looking away. “Don’t…look at me like that.”

“Why not?” Jehovah asked.

“Because…it reminds me of home.” Soraka said quietly.

Jehovah was silent.

Soraka sat back down, staring at the tabletop. “I want to go back home…”

“You can’t, Soraka.” Jehovah said softly.

“I could…if you forgave me.” Soraka said. “Remove the blood…the sin…you could do that…”

“I can’t do that, Soraka.” Jehovah said quietly.

“Please…please, I just want to go home.” Soraka pleaded softly.

“I’m sorry.” Jehovah said quietly, looking away.

“Please…” Soraka asked, looking up, tears falling. “Please God…”

Jehovah closed his eyes, not looking back to Soraka.

Soraka clenched his fists, bowing his head again, murmuring softly. “I just want to go home…”