A/N: This idea came to me after I watched a documentary on the Discovery Channel this afternoon about Pandora's Box. Each chapter will be based off of one of the evils supposedly released rom the box, and each will feature a different character from the series. Also, for each evil released, I will provide a definition. Read and review? Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters.
Ills:
1. Evil, sin.
2. Disaster, distress, or harm.
3. Something that causes suffering.
4. Something that reflects in an unfavorable way on one's own being.
Ills
His eyes were dry with the tears he was unable to shed; his lower lip trembled, mocking his so called toughness and strength. He had done everything in his power to avoid it, denial, restraint, plain ignorance. It was just too much to bear.
"Emmett? Emmett, what's wrong? What is it?" Carlisle's normally calm voice floated across the air like a nearly silent song. A dirge, filled with sadness, as if he cold read his son's mind without reading the emotions that he was sure were splashed ruthlessly across his face.
The boy didn't reply, only continued to sob, his body racking with sharp, violent aches and twitches at what had just occurred. She was a siren, he had drowned in her song.
"Son? What happened?" The voice came from above him, but he couldn't force himself to look up, knowing the disappointment that Carlisle's eyes would hold at the sight below him.
The tiny girl in his arms was too sweet, too precious, too young to die. Without a second thought he had slain her, selfishly satisfying his need for blood in his lust for her natural wine.
Yet as he looked upon her with crimson eyes, a mere reflection of the life line he had stolen from her, he couldn't help but think she looked more beautiful than she had at this moment. A doll, frozen in time forever, not that much unlike himself.
"Son?" The voice came again, this time accompanied by a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Are you alright?"
Choking back another sob, Emmett raised his eyes to meet Carlisle's, who had bent down in a crouch to be at his level. The golden orbs that once reflected his own were indeed filled with sadness and desperation, but also unconditional love. It was as if he could do no wrong in the older man's eyes.
He just didn't deserve it.
Opening his mouth, he licked his lips, hoping that the words that would tumble out wouldn't be as chalky and hoarse as he had feared. "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned."
They were worse.