A/N: I was staring into space when I got the idea for this. I'm going to do it based on the seven deadly sins, and, of course, there will be seven of them. Duh. Anyway, this is the first, so enjoy!


Vanity is one of the seven deadly sins. Everyone knows that. Even Tallulah Jennings. It didn't stop her from looking into a shiny surface every time she passed it though.

She was pretty; no-one could say she wasn't, because that would be a blatant lie. The only thing was she was pretty and knew it. Every morning, she would wake up and go into the bathroom. Then she would stare at her reflection for about fifteen minutes. Just stare. And every morning, she saw the same thing. A pale, heart shaped face, with pale pink lips that weren't too full or too thin. Summer blue eyes, shot through with sapphire, sparkling with mischief. Wavy blonde hair, tousled, but in a good way. After this morning ritual, she would turn on the shower and begin with her daily primping.

She'd leave the house, making sure to be dressed in nothing but the best clothes, and the ones that complemented her best. She'd get in her stylish silver sports car and zoom off to town, to spend more of her father's money on useless junk she'd use once then throw away. This was the same, every single day.

Then one day, it wasn't.

The alarm went off, waking Tallulah out of her slumber. She smiled as she recollected the dream. She'd been a princess, and beautiful. Everyone loved her and the neighbouring prince, who was a stunning facsimile to Orlando Bloom, fell in love with her and ask for them to be married. She sighed happily, and sprung out of bed, in a disturbingly good mood. Skipping, (yes, skipping) into her bathroom, she studied herself in the mirror as per usual. But for some reason, she had the urge to say something completely and utterly childish. Being completely and utterly childish, she did.

'Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?' she cooed to her reflection. At first nothing happened, and then what looked like a shadow passed in front of her face. Tallulah looked up at the bathroom light, expecting to see a moth or some creature fluttering around it, casting shadows on the tile floor. She saw nothing. She shrugged then stepped into the shower, humming to herself. As the steam from the shower fogged up the mirror, a shape seemed to move repeatedly across the reflective surface. After half an hour, the shower door re-opened, and Tallulah started to step out. A flash of golden curls, like sunlight, was caught in the mirror, before the sopping wet girl stepped out and into her bedroom.

She got dressed quickly, already knowing what she was going to wear. She put on a light, off the shoulder baby blue shirt with bell sleeves and tight white jeans that only she could pull off. Sandals slipped on her feet and with a light dusting from her numerous make-ups, she was good to go. Twirling in front of her full length mirror she laughed, then blew a kiss to her mirror self before flying out of the door. She jumped into her convertible, top down, and sped off, not noticing the translucent person with bright blonde hair watching from her upstairs window.

In town she had parked, and clutching her little handbag, she glided down the high street. After all, people like Tallulah don't walk anywhere, right? Passing a New Look, she stopped for a little window shopping. The dress in question was under some serious scrutiny. A deep sapphire, it was flowing like silk and seemed the perfect summer dress. But it was too plain for Tallulah. After another quick glance over, she made to step away, not before looking over her appearance and fluffing her hair. Then she bounded off. She didn't seem to notice the bags that had appeared around her eyes.

She got a coffee from one of the many Starbucks dotted around this place. Sitting outside she did a little more window shopping, though she wasn't looking for summer dresses. After about ten minutes she was bored and her perfectly manicured nails were tapping impatiently on the little metal table. Getting up she made her way through the coffee house and into the bathroom. She'd touch up her make-up if there was nothing else to do.

In the bathroom there was no-one else. They had good lighting, not that nasty yellow kind that made you look pallid and sickly. She applied some more eyeliner and lip gloss, and was about to leave when something caught her eye. Looking closer at her mirror image, she saw…spots. They were few and up by her hairline with some small ones by her nose, but they were there. Her hands shook as she examined them. How in the world had she gotten those? She hadn't had spots since junior school, and even then, it was less than this. She stepped back and took another look at herself, and then she saw the bags under her eyes. The blue orbs widened. She took such care of herself, how could these things be happening? Another panicked look over, and she saw that her hair wasn't that shiny and was flatter then normal. She started breathing heavily, scared now. None of these things were there earlier, so what had happened for them to start appearing now? She closed her eyes, willing herself to see the beautiful person of this morning. She opened her eyes and nearly screamed. It hadn't worked. In fact, it got worse. In front of here where she should've been standing, was a hag. That's all she could call it, for the thing was hardly a woman, let alone a person. Lank, greasy hair fell around her shoulders in limp curls, spots warts and all kinds of blemishes adorned her face. Her perfect features were gone, and in there place was a crooked nose, hollow cheeks and thin colourless lips. Her skin was dehydrated and wrinkled, and when she brought her hand up to her face, so were they. Her fingers were knarled and bony, and she could do nothing but tremble, her mouth open in a silent scream. The only thing that stayed the same was her eyes. They kept that piercing blue, but they were filled with terror and panic. A slight movement caught Tallulah's eyes, and there in the mirror, was herself. At least, what she used to look like. It was leaning against the wall, and smirking. She whipped around to see if anyone was there, but she was alone. She turned back to the mirror, stifling a scream when she saw the mirror girl behind her.

'Who are you? W-what's going on?' she asked, her voice shaking. The other Tallulah laughed cruelly before making eye contact with the trembling girl.

'Me?' the girl put a hand on her chest, eyes wide as if she was innocent, 'Oh yes, you wouldn't know, or care about me.' The girl's eyes narrowed. 'I'm your reflection.' She spat it out; like it was something disgusting she'd rather force feed her worst enemy. 'As to what's going on,' the girls voice was nothing like Tallulah's. This was cold, whereas Tallulah always had a cheerfulness about her. 'What's going, my dear, is you are seeing what you really look like.' The girl had a triumphant gleam in her eye. Tallulah was puzzled.

'What I really look like?' The mirror child nodded.

'You see,' it stood straight and started walking to Tallulah, coming to a stop behind her, 'none of us really like you, Tally.' Here eyes widened even more at the use of her old nickname from before she was beautiful. 'You're just so fake, and perfect looking, that we're all quite jealous.' This strange girl rested her head on Tallulah's shoulder, but she didn't feel a thing. 'But that's all you are; pretty. Behind that face there is no substance. You judge people on looks alone, even if they're actually old hags behind the glamour.' She gestured to the trembling girl. She lent closer to whisper to Tallulah, 'When you asked this morning 'who's the fairest of them all', we just had to show you, Tallulah. You're not a beautiful as you think you are.' The other Tallulah stepped away, evil grin on her face. She just watched as Tallulah began to cry. She turned around, as if the crying girl didn't bother her, and then stopped as she remembered something. 'Oh yeah,' Tallulah glanced at her. The grin spread wider, 'there's no way to change back.' And let out a maniacal laugh as her counterpart screamed.

When the manager came bursting in with some waitresses, all he saw was a blonde haired girl curled in a ball with her hands over her face. As he got closer he saw she was crying, but wouldn't speak. All she said was 'Don't look at my face, don't look at my face…' over and over. When in fact, there was nothing wrong.

Nowadays, Tallulah isn't so vain. In fact, she never looks in the mirror. Whenever someone brings out something shiny, she screams and curls into a little ball, rocking back and forth. That's the main reason she has a cell without windows. The slightest sight of herself will set her off. Her reflection seems to like it though. After all, she's now the fairest of them all.