Dark Candlelight

Title: Dark Candlelight
Summery: Merlin finds himself tied up on the ground...again. And he's not very pleased with the person behind it.
Characters: Merlin, Morgana -I guess you could say Mergana...but there's no romance
Rating: Pg-13/T
Warnings: Scary dark magic, little bit of blood
A/N: So I know I should be writing me next chapter of In the Face of Death Itself, and I am! This just decided to come out first. Hope you like!

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Merlin lay against a hard, dirt floor. His head throbbed, emanating from the base of his skull. He had been knocked out. Last thing he could remember was walking back from the market for a chore for Arthur at dusk. Arthur will be angry I disappeared again, Merlin thought grimly. He tired to push himself up when he realised he was bond. Rope wrapped around him from his chest to his ankles, pinning his arms to his sides. He opened his eyes to a rough ceiling, filled with hanging herbs and cobwebs. The slits in the walls showed darkness, the only lights in the room were the six candles that circled him on the ground.

"Don't bother," A voice spoke from the shadows. Merlin froze, recognising that voice anywhere.

"What do you want with me, Morgana?" He tried to make his voice confident, but it cracked in his pain and confusion.

She laughed, a smirk lifting the corners of her mouth, "You will see soon. You will be an essential asset to my next plan."

Merlin struggled against his bonds. Despite himself, he could feel the terror rising like bile in his throat. Terror at how much power she would posses if she had control over him. If she had known, he was sure she would've tried this earlier.

"I will have no part in your plans. You've let your hatred rot your soul to the core. What happened to the Morgana I used to know? She was kind and thoughtful, and she always tried to do what was right."

"How noble," She mocked as she leaned over him, her unruly hair grazing his face. Suddenly, she caught hold of his hair and yanked him to his knees. Merlin gasped in pain, sagging against the ropes in the uncomfortable position.

"Not so meddlesome now, are you? Well, Merlin, I've learned from my mistakes. This time you will not be left un-dealt with."

Merlin trembled. He didn't know where he was or what was to be done. It scared him, but also enraged him. She was planning on using him against his home, his friends. How was she planning to achieve this? Again, fear settled in his gut.

Morgana circled around him, just outside the ring of candles. She was muttering something low and vicious in a language he knew, but he couldn't make out the words. The flames flickered, casting strange shadows on the walls. Merlin felt his body grow weak, the lights dancing across his eyes. Morgana's circle made him dizzy. He shook his head, attempting to clear it. The lights flew faster, starting to look like children running happily through a meadow. Their laughter rung eerily in his ears. Then the scene changed, the children's faces turning grotesque and disturbing. The ran at him, their sharp teeth eager to dig into his flesh.

Suddenly, Morgana's face loomed over his, still muttering the Old Religion's dark words. She lifter her hands to his face, stroking his cheeks lightly. She wrapped her fingers around the back of his neck, through his hair. Her loving touch turned sour as her long nails clawed into his skin, just as the children's teeth so desired to do.

He gave an alarmed gasp at her painful grip on his skin. Meaning to demand an explanation, he opened his mouth, only to receive her lips pressed violently against his. Merlin gaped, his eyes wide. He tried to pull away but her piercing constraint held him in place. She kept kissing him and his eyes became unfocused, not from the pleasure of the contact for he felt nothing but anger and confusion, but from the magic that was undoubtedly being cast upon him through the kiss. He fought again to escape, desperate to break the spell. Her touch became harsher, bruising. He felt the warm liquid slide down his neck, staining her hands crimson.

At last she broke away, giving him rough shove. She knelt in front of him, stone-faced as she concluded her spell, eyes glowing with her magic. At the last word Merlin gasped again, his head making contact with the earth floor below him.

His last thought was an earnest prayer for Camelot, to be able to withstand him and the evils he will bear.

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A/N: Umm.... yeah. Reviews would be appreciated! Tell me how disturbed I am