Title: I Will Still Love You Tomorrow

Disclaimed: Sadly, I don't own Merlin.

Warning: AU, BROLIN, MERTHUR, VIOLENCE, and CHARACTERS DEATH

Special Thanks to: scheiGuy for being the AWESOME beta!

A/N: I have thinking about writing this story for a while. It's just that I have busy with schools and work that I didn't get a chance to write it. But now I did! :D Also, I switch last names of the characters since it's not allow to write about the actor or the actress so therefore:

Bradley James = Bradley Morgan

Colin Morgan = Colin James

Katie McGrath = Katie Coulby

Angel Coulby = Angel McGrath

As the others characters come along, they will probably have the different last name but same first name :D Sorry for any confusion.

Chapter 1

"...Through every breath I take, in each lifetime

I will keep on searching for you.

Even if you are reborn as a flower in an open field,

I promise I will not fail to find you..."

July 23, 2012

Wilmington, North Carolina

The open field of lush, green grass stretches out for miles before another house finds its way into sight. If there are no fields, then there is either a bustling patch of woods or a serene lake to relax by. Children and teenagers ride their bikes around the small town in their regular jeans and t-shirt, screaming each other's names with laughter lacing each hoarse breath.

A certain blond-haired teenage boy at the age of seventeen, named Bradley Morgan, stared out the window of their car as his family drove by downtown. Usually a normal teenager would throw a tantrum about moving to another place when graduation is just one year away. But oddly, Bradley doesn't feel that way. When his birth mother, Carol, announced that her company was transferring her to Wilmington, North Carolina, Bradley and his other mother, Sarah, were ready to jump aboard with her. Sure, he was going to miss all his friends dearly, but for some reason he feel that he was meant to go to North Carolina, something was pulling and pulling him.

When summer arrived, Carol came to North Carolina first to find a house for them to settle down in. Her budget wasn't limitless but she was able to find a cheap and old three story Victorian mansion in Wilmington; the mansion was of Scottish-Baronial style, which looks a lot like a medieval castle. A really rich man named Uther Pendragon built it in 1887.

At first both Bradley and Sarah weren't too sure about buying the Pendragon Mansion since it came with a horrid history: a mass family murder/suicide took place inside the mansion during the year 1924. But they were short on money, and with Bradley starting school soon, they were limited on options. Creepy, old, possibly-haunted mansion it is.

Which brings us back to the present: Sarah and Bradley have been driving from Florida to North Carolina – an eleven-hour drive. Bradley sighed, feeling kind of aggravated as the open field came back to sight. "When are we going to get there?" he whined like a ten year-old would.

"Patient, Bradley. Patient," Sarah replied as she looked at the map and road at the same time.

An hour later, Sarah finally drove into a dirt driveway that wrapped behind a large green grass hill to meet a large mansion surrounded by tall, ominous woods. He looked up, amazed by the sheer size of this mansion. He saw pictures but he didn't think it would be this big. He heard Sarah open the door to her side of the car and walk out before he opened his door and followed his mother's life partner down the curvy, multi-colored pebble walkway. One of the two huge entrance doors swung open and his biological mother, Carol, came out to greet them. Carol sports long blond hair, tied up in a ponytail with her thick, black-rimmed glasses covering the blue eyes that are so much like her son's, while Sarah has trimmed red hair and bright green eyes. Sarah is taller than his mother, and also leaner. Sarah always wears striped button-up shirts and jeans. Carol is half a foot shorter than Sarah and has more of a plumped-up body shape. She mostly wears dresses of any kind. Sarah and his mother have been together for as long as he can remember. His father passed away long before Bradley was born so he never met the man; Bradley only sees him in pictures.

Sarah ran to hug her life partner and kiss her on the cheek before returning to Bradley and hugging him. "So what do you think?" she asked, gesturing to the huge house.

He shrugged. "It's okay," he replied teasingly.

Carol frowned and playfully kicked her son's calf. Bradley chuckled. "Alright, alright, it's awesome!" He yelled happily. "Now, can I go choose my room?"

Carol nodded. "Of course. You have seventeen rooms to choose from."

He arched a brow, interested. "Seventeen? I thought there were only fifteen."

"Well, as I was waiting for you two to arrive, I did a little exploring around the house. Apparently there are two extra rooms: one behind a painting at the end of the hall on the second floor, another behind all the things in the attic," she explained, smiling. "You can choose whichever one you like."

Bradley nodded attentively and walked toward the inside of the house as Carol turned to her life partner and began to chatter away. As he stepped inside, breaking the threshold, he paused to register a strange sensation, like an eerie chill that went from the top of his skull straight down to the end his spine. I'm here. I'm back he thought unconsciously, and shook his head as he realized the second afterthought. "Back? Why did I think that?" he laughed to himself and decided to do a little exploring himself on the first floor. He was dumbfounded by the interior of the almost one hundred year-old mansion, which was still very well defined. It was Renaissance-modeled, including smooth plastered walls often in light colors, marble fireplaces with heavy gold mirrors up top, elaborate ceiling cornices, elaborate pediments over doors, frescoed ceilings, and elegant chandeliers.

When Bradley walked upstairs, somehow his heart felt heavier and heavier with each step and he didn't understand why. As he walked past each room from left to right in the large hall he didn't even bother to look at them. He walked straight to the painting by the end of the hall. The painting was just a normal picture of two anemone flowers with their stems intertwined; one, the color of blood red, and the other peach. Even though the painting was just like any other painting he'd seen before, for some reason he was drawn to this one. He looked down to the bottom-left corner of the painting where a signature was scribbled. "Merlin," he read aloud, and somehow the name sounded as if he had said it many times before…the sound of it comfortably familiar. He reached a hand up and touched it lightly before gently removing it from the wall to find the gunmetal bolted door, the very same his mother was talking about, with evidence, imprints, of multiple locks that used to be there. He grabbed the knob and twisted it slowly. The door opened to reveal a dark stairwell that twisted about and went up to meet another gunmetal bolted door. He climbed up until he reached the second door and opened it. He was expecting something to be there, or to happen, but the room was completely and totally empty.

The room was large with two casement windows that were a few feet apart from each other. There were marks on the wall, tracing where things like a wardrobe, a bookshelf, a bed and a desk used to be located.

He walked toward one of the windows and could see the large glass greenhouse that was attached to the mansion and the, what formerly was, maze. He unlocked the window and opened it. A soft breeze swooshed into the room, and as he breathed in the air he really felt like he had been here before. His eyes widened when he saw someone standing inside the overgrown bush of a maze. He could tell the figure was male but that was it. As he tried to lean over the window for a better look a knock from behind made him jump. He turned around to find a pretty chocolate-colored woman around his age standing by the door. When he turned back to look at the maze the figure was gone.

Bradley gulped and turned back to her. "Hi, I'm Angel McGrath," she introduced herself. He noticed that she had a very strong English accent. She had perfect long, wavy dark hair and beautiful dark eyes. She was wearing a regular navy blue V-neck shirt, a white pair of shorts, and a pair of sneakers. "I live down the road, a few miles from here – of course, since this is the countryside. My parents and I have been helping your mother move in. She talked a lot about you so I thought I should introduce myself." A wide smile graced her features.

He felt like an idiot as he realized that he had been gawking at her. He couldn't help it whenever a pretty girl came in front of him. He grinned. "Well, nice to meet you, Angel. I'm Bradley Morgan, if you haven't heard it from my mom." He hoped his mother hadn't told Angel of any embarrassing stories from his childhood.

She smiled sweetly to him and nodded. "I know you will probably be unpacking for the next few days, but if you would like, whenever you are ready I will show around Wilmington."

"Sure, I would love that," he answered.

Slowly, she walked into the room. "You know I was pretty surprised when your mum bought this house."

He looked at her curiously. "Why do you say that?"

"Haven't you heard? There was a mass murder here."

"But that was nearly a hundred years ago."

"Exactly why it should be haunted, don't you think?"

He laughed. "Maybe…but I don't believe in such things as ghosts."

She grinned, cheekily. "You shouldn't taunt them, you know."

"I'm not. I'm just stating what I don't believe."

"You want a bet?"

Bradley stood there, surprised by her sudden challenge. "How much?"

"Twenty dollars. If you don't see anything strange in this place within the next twenty-four hours, I will give you twenty dollars. But if you lose, you will have to pay me double," she said.

He moved forward with his chin raised up, high and mighty, arms crossed. "Deal." They shook on it.

Then his biological mother came in. "So, did you choose a room yet?"

He grinned. "Yeah. This one."

Bradley was laying on his camping futon, placed in most faraway corner of his room behind the painting, reading an article about the mansion on his laptop. Their furniture from Florida won't be arriving until tomorrow afternoon, which included his luxuriously comfortable bed.

All day he had been talking to this Angel girl while unpacking their books, cooking utensils and clothes until she left an hour ago. She had been telling him about the house: how she saw a woman ghost standing by the attic window one time when she was in middle school, and another time a few years later. Bradley wasn't buying these supernatural stories, but nonetheless it was interesting to hear about.

After she left Bradley decided to do some web searching of the place. The first article he read was about the Pendragon family. The Pendragons actually came from high nobility. Brutus Pendragon was a genuine English duke and it's rumored that he was somehow related to the royal family at that time. He had three sons named Agravain, Uther, and Alymere and one illegitimate daughter name Morgana. Brutus and Agravain were brutally murdered in a dark alley in London during 1884. The murder case went cold after a few months with no new evidence. Uther then inherited all his father's money from his death while Alymere inherited all his father's land and mansions. A year later, Uther moved to the United States with his mother, Katrina, and sister Morgana, while Alymere remained in England with his wife and children. Uther lived in a mansion he bought in Florida, but after a visit in North Carolina he met Ygraine Le Fey – a middle-class, standard woman and American-French widow with one daughter, Morgause – he fell head over heels in love with her. When he asked the widow to marry him, she agreed – but only if he moved to North Carolina. So he did, and built the mansion for her as a wedding gift. She soon gave Uther his first and only son, Arthur.

Bradley rubbed the bottom of his chin as he wondered why Uther would kill his whole family. The man was obviously a family man, so what could possess him to do such terrible things?

The second article was about the murder that took place within the mansion. The article informed Bradley of the autopsies of who died first: those people being Arthur, then Katrina, Ygraine, and lastly Morgana. Apparently, Uther killed his son by poisoning him first, then pushed Katrina down the stairs after she called for help when she saw that her son had poisoned her grandson. When Ygraine and Morgana came, Uther was trying to strangle Morgana and as Ygraine tried to help, Uther threw her from the window before he finished Morgana off. After Morgana died, Uther hung himself with his tie in the same room he murdered Arthur and Morgana.

Ygraine's daughter, Morgause, inherited the mansion but sold it after three weeks of living in it. She said it was torture to stay in a place where her whole family died. She also claimed that every night when she went to sleep she would have nightmares of her family members coming to her dreams, trying to take her with them. Since she also inherited Uther's millions, she decided to use the money to move to another city, Charlotte. She never returned to the mansion and died at the ripe old age of eighty-nine.

The third article Bradley read was about the few families who bought the mansion before his. Each family claimed that during their stay in the house, something strange always happened to them. Some said they were possessed by an evil spirit, taking complete control of their bodies, while others claimed to hear a woman's crying through the halls, begging for forgiveness from God every night. There were even rumors about a ritual to the devil that might have taken place inside the house. The more he read into it the more insane the stories became. He started to think that these families just must be crazy themselves. He decided not to read on anymore until he landed on a page about Arthur Pendragon, who was the first victim, killed by a poison, dying in his own room at the young age of twenty-three. There wasn't much information about Arthur's life, only that he left a very rich French heiress named Elena Grunhilda Gawant at the alter a year before his death. "Humph, he must be a spoiled brat," he muttered under his breath.

"Bradley! Dinner's ready!" Sarah called from the first floor.

"Coming!" he replied and scrolled down the website to see a family picture of the Pendragon family, but the picture had recently been deleted and no longer existed. He frowned and closed his laptop before jogging downstairs to join both of his mothers in the large dining room.

They were having hamburger spaghetti and garlic bread. "Smells good." He took a seat in one of the eight chairs that accentuated the long, dark-colored wooden table.

Carol looked up from her book as Sarah came from the kitchen with a pitcher of freshly made lemonade. Bradley took a cup and poured himself a glass. "So, how do you like Angel?" Carol asked curiously, causing Bradley to cease the pouring of his cold lemonade and gawk at his mother. His other mother also gave him that same curious look.

"She's fine," he said and put the pitcher down. "Why?" He picked up his fork and began to eat his plate of spaghetti.

"Well, we thought that you two would make a wonderful couple," Sarah said.

He sighed, knowing where this conversation was going. He admits he hasn't really had a relationship with anyone so far in his teen life. It's not that Bradley's bad looking or anything – actually, he's considered to be pretty hot and down-right sexy. He did try dating a couple of girls, and even some boys, too, but he never got pass second base with any of them. He just couldn't find it in himself to make love to this girl, or that guy, who he didn't have any feelings for. His parents were worried about his dating life – which they shouldn't be since he's only seventeen. He took another bite from his plate before answering, "She is cool but it's still too early."

Both of his mothers grunted, annoyed. "Oh, come on, Bradley. She is perfect for you!" They said in a union. "You should consider taking her on a date," Sarah finished.

He rolled his eyes. "I will think about it." With his set of tone, the mothers knew they shouldn't push it any longer or he'll get pretty upset. "I did some research on the house."

Carol scoffed. "You shouldn't bother. It's a waste of time."

"I think it's interesting, actually," said Sarah argumentatively, and finally started eating her spaghetti. Carol rolled her eyes, thinking the rumors and stories were completely absurd. "I think the devil that one of the families was talking about might have possessed Uther to kill his family."

"Why do you think that?" Bradley asked.

"Well, he was a family man. It really doesn't make any sense that he killed them so suddenly," Sarah pointed out before taking a sip of lemonade. "What do you think?"

Before Bradley answered, Carol cut in. "I think he was crazed from the beginning, then finally just snapped and killed everyone."

"Why do you think that?" he repeated his question to his biological mother.

"Well," she cleared her throat. "I don't know."

Both he and Sarah nodded, acknowledging the ambiguity surrounding this topic. "I read some articles about it and no one seems to know why Uther killed them, but I don't think it was the work of the devil," Bradley stated. He turned to Carol. "I think he was crazy from the beginning, but I wonder who triggered it. Also, why did he poison his son only and physically murdered the rest?"

All three of them became silent as they tried to come up with an answer.

"Maybe his son was stronger than him…so he poisoned him instead," Carol suggested.

"Or, maybe the poison was meant for all of them but Arthur just happened to drink it first," Sarah answered.

They waited for their son's answer for a good two minutes before he said, "What if one of the women murdered Uther's only son and he killed all of them because he didn't know who did it."

The mothers' eyes widened, nodding their heads thinking it could be possible.

"Well," Carol started. "We will never know since they are dead now and they seem to have taken the answer with them."

It was around two in the morning when Bradley finally turned off the lamp by his side and went to sleep. He didn't know how long he had been sleeping, but after some time he was awaken by a loud scratching noise by the window. He was sleeping, lying on his back. He opened his eyes and glanced to the alarm clock – it was 4:36 A.M. He looked up to his window and saw nothing. He shrugged and was about to go back to sleep but there it went again – the same scratching noise, only growing louder with time. This time, he tried to sit up to turn on his light, but he felt an invisible force push him down and could no longer move. Fear overtook his body as he started to feel the same eerie chill he felt upon entering the mansion. His skin released a vast number of Goosebumps while the hair on his arms and neck rose to full attention as he heard a noise…as if someone was choking. He was able to look down to his right foot with a strained movement of his neck, his body still pressed down, and gaped as he saw a greyish-blue woman wearing a green dress laying there, staring at him with her dead blue eyes. The scratching noise didn't come from the window but was made by her fingers, scratching the floors. He wanted to scream but nothing came out of his mouth. He tried to move but the force that was pressing him down only grew stronger the more effort he put into it. The woman's mouth opened wide and a loud, shrill scream came from it.

Bradley closed his eyes tightly as his heart began to beat rapidly, whispering prayers. Then suddenly the pressure left and he could move again. When he opened his eyes, it was daytime already. He sat up in a cold sweat and looked around his room for any evidence of the woman but she was nowhere to be seen.

"Bradley!" He jumped at his other mother's voice. "Angel is here!"

He put his palm on his face and swept his long fingers through his blond hair as he tried to process what exactly happened to him.

"Bradley!"

"I heard you!" he shouted back, a bit annoyed before getting up to get to the door, but stopped as he spotted the wooden floor covered with scratches by where the dead, screeching woman was. He hadn't seen these scratches before. He squat down and took a closer look. There were some freshly made splinters there, as if the scratches had just happened. Then he noticed something about the piece of wood: there were no nails in the nail's hole. He knocked on it and learned it was hollow. Using his nails, and with a few attempts, he was able to lift the piece of wood up. He gaped as he saw a dusty red leather-covered book underneath the floor. Slowly, he reached down and picked it up. He unclipped the straps that locked the book close and turned to the first page. It read:

This book belongs to: Arthur Pendragon

And Bradley gawked at it in disbelief. He had found the diary of the late Arthur Pendragon.

A/N: Let me know your opinions in the comment box below :D