User blog:Anonypasta/Pandora's Music Box

Pandora Arrainia Travis was born on the 14th of February, 1878. She was born to Christana and Pietro Travis, a rather wealthy couple. The Travis family couldn't be happier when Christana gave birth to sweet little Pandora.

The happiness lasted until Pandora turned the age of 16, for on her 16th birthday it was decided that she would find a suitor. While Pandora didn't quite understand, she didn't wish to let her parents down. So when it came time for her to prepare for the party she wound up her music box and prepared for the nghts events.

She got out of the bath and rewound her music box, humming and dancing along as she dried herself and put on her robe. Once dried she carried her music box to her bedroom and quickly put on the dress her mother laid out for her. The dress was a lovely black ballgown with a simple design of a corset top with off the shoulder sleeves complete with a beautiful red ribbon to keep the corset tight. After she finished she went to her music box and rewound it before sitting infront of her mirror and doing her makeup, she then did natural makeup with blood red lipstick and her signature music note under her left eye.

Once done wth her makeup she called in her mother who happily helped her with her hair. Christana smiled happily down at her daughter who smiled while humming along to her beautiful music box.

"There," said Christana. "You're all finished."

Pandora stood and smiled at her mother, "Thank you mother."

Just then Pietro walked in with a small box, in which rested a small present for Pandora.

"Pandora, you look beautiful," Pietro smiled at his daughter. "Here, this is for you. Happy birthday my dear."

She smiled, happily taking the box, "Thank you, Papa."

She opened the box to find a beautiful necklace on a small black leather chain with two simple charms, a treble clef and a 'P'. Pandora gasped and gently took the necklace out of the box, handing the necklace to her mother to help put it on she watched her father rewind the music box.

"I still remember when you were little and we first saw this music box," Pietro said.

Pandora smiled, "I remember I wouldn't speak to you when we got home because I thought you hadn't bought it. And when you came upstairs to tuck me in you said you had a surprise for me. I was so happy when I saw the little music box I started crying."

"Took nearly a week to get you to put it down."

A knock was heard on the door and a maid came in, "Pardon the interuption Master, the guests are arriving."

Pietro nodded, "Very well, we're on our way."

The family smiled and made their way down to the ballroom to greet the guests, As the evening went on many fine suitors came to Pandora. However only one caught her eye, his name was Edwin.

Edwin was born to a rather wealthy family as well, the Praxtons. As the party went on Edwin and Pandora made their way up to her room, for she had told him of the music box she loved so well.

As Pandora wound the tiny box Edwin had moved himself closer to her. He watched as she carefully sat down the music box and turned to him smiling happily while humming the melody.

"See? What did I tell you? Lovely, isn't it?" Pandora asked.

He smiled and grabbed her by the waist, "Positively wonderful, care to dance?"

Giggling, the young girl nodded.

The two began to spin gracefully around the room, as they did so Edwin had begun to let his hands roam.

Pandora giggled, "And just what do you think you're doing?"

"Why, I'm dancing with a beautiful young lady," he smirked.

She smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck as they continued their dance. As they danced, Edwin had begun to get restless, he was growing tired of being a gentlemen towards the dark haired beauty. He watched as she wound up he music box again and looked up at him with her big brown eyes. His eyes trailed to her lips, the red a nice contrast t h ghostly pale of her skin. He smiled as he noticed the music note just under her left eye.

"What?" Pandora giggled.

Edwin pulled her closer so their faces were mere inches apart.

"I can't help but notice that music is a reoccurring theme with you," he stated.

She nodded, "Yes, I've always adored music, since I was a little girl."

He leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "How would you like to make some music of our own?"

Blushing, Pandora moved away from Edwin. He quickly followed her.

"Y-you can't just s-say that!" she exclaimed, trying to hide her face.

Edwin smirked, pulling her towards him, "If you back away then I can't see your beautiful face."

Pandora blushed, gasping as Edwin locked his lips with hers. Her eyes widened as she tried to get out of his grip.

Her efforts were useless as he overpowered her. The only thing she could do as he continued on with his dirty deeds was look over at her music box and listen as it played its lullabye. Slowly, her eyes trailed over the scissors on her sewing chest.

'Do it,' a voice said.

'What...?' she asked confusedly.

'Kill him.'

Pandora looked at Edwin as he finished up his terrible crime. He smirked down at her before placing a sloppy kiss on her now tear stained music note.

"See how beautiful that music was?" he said standing up and getting himself dressed.

Once he left, she redressed herself and slowly made her way to her mirror. Looking at herself she saw the tear stains on her face and the bruises he left on her arms. She moved over to her music box and wound it up. She then moved over to her scissors and picked them up.

Moving back to the mirror she looked at herself.

'What now?' she asked the voice.

'Cut his kiss out of your beautiful music. Then cut up your dress, his filthy hands have defiled its beauty.'

Pandora nodded as she brought the scissors up to her eye. Opening the scissors she dug one blade into the note and cut his kiss out of her skin, leaving nothing but a blood music note in its place. She looked at her handy work and smiled. She then noticed the look in her eyes, unable to decipher it she then looked down at her dress.

'Do it Pandora... Destroy the thing... Like he destroyed you...'

Pandora gripped her skirt and began cutting it up. Slicing and tearing it to pieces before she began to turn it into a new outift.

She finished her outfit and put it on. She now wore a black leather jacket that she found lying in the back of her wardrobe, black skinny pants that reminded her of tights, and a red, form fitting tank top. To top it off she let her hair flow loosely with a blackish grey hat, and put on her low-rising heeled black leather boots.

'Now-'

The voice was interrupted by her mother walking into the room.

"Pandora, the guests went home an hour ago," her mother said, not seeing her in the corner standing at her mirror.

Pandora looked to the ground as her mother noticed her.

"Sweetheart, what are you wearing? And why are you holding scissors? Pando- is that blood? Pandora, what have you done?"

Pandora continued to avoid her mothers eyes as she drew closer.

"Pandora, sweetheart, look at me."

'Get rid of her,' chimed the voice.

Pandora looked at the scissors, 'she's my mother.'

"Pandora," her mother said as she went to grab the scissors.

Pandora looked up, "Mummy don't touch my scissors."

Christana let out a horrified gasp upon seeing her daughters face. Backing up she ran to the door and called Pietro in.

Pandora stood still, wuietly observig her parents' odd behavior.

"What's wrong mummy? I thought you liked my music note..."

Pietro stepped forward slightly, "We do sweetheart, but why have you carved it out with scissors?"

Pandora giggled. The sound sending shivers up her parents spines.

"Because, Edwin Praxton has committed terrible crimes. His touch had to be cut out of me."

Her parents gasped.

"Sweetheart," her mother began. "We can sort this out, there was no need to harm yourself."

Her father walked towards her, "Please give me the scissors."

Pandora snatched her hand back.

'Kill him. He'll try to take your music away.'

Pandora looked at her father, "I want to hear the music your screams will make."

She launched at her father, stabbing him with the scissors. Once he was dead, she carved a music note under his left eye. Her mother screamed and tried to run, but like Pietro, she two had to face the music.

Pandora grabbed a small leather bag and put the scissors and her music box in there. She then jumped out her window and began the hunt for Edwin Praxton and any other greedy man, or woman alike.

Throughout the years, she has become known as 'Music Note', killing anybody who dares to harm another innocent soul. Whether it be for fun, or their own selfish desire, everyone of her victims met with the same bloody fate.

"Sometimes you just have to face the music."