A/N: Hello people all over the world! Here's the next chapter for this story and if I may say it a somewhat darker chapter. I like writing dark chapters (even though I'm not so fond of reading it, haha), but I have a few lighter chapters in my mind, so the next ones will be lighter. As you can see a story about bloody Mary. I know that there are many stories about her, so they may not be the one you know. But I won't say more for now, please enjoy this chapter and leave an review for me, they really help me write!

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Merlin stared at the young woman on the floor, officers and detectives scattered around her; taking pictures, measuring and examining the bathroom and the girl herself.

But she would never know it, she was dead.

The place in her skull that had once held her beautiful brown eyes, the doors to her soul were scratched out, blood trailing down over her face, her body laying in a pool of her own blood.

He rubbed his arms, feeling the dark magic that still lingered in the room. He knew that her death could never be solved by normal men, it was one of magic. A dark and powerful magic, one he didn't wish to encounter. His thoughts shifted for a moment to Nimueh, or who she will be known as in the future, Jack the Ripper. This magic felt like hers, like her twisted and wicked mind.

It was then that his eyes shifted to the mirror, the large mirror that almost filled the whole wall, the glass was covered in the girl's blood, as if she had been standing in front of it when her eyes had been scratched out. It was also the source of the magic.

Merlin narrowed his eyes as he felt the sudden breeze of wind brush against his skin, it was as cold as ice, too cold for a summer wind. Just as the wind had left the light went out, it was pitch black, not even the light of the moon reached in, as if it was forced out.

He could hear the other men panic around him, for a second they were in complete darkness before the light came back on again.

But in just one moment, the moment between darkness and light a face appeared in the mirror. It was the haunting face of a young woman, her eyes as dark as the night, staring down at him.

Merlin stumbled backwards, his back hitting the wall behind him, fear spread through his eyes. The face had appeared for only a second before disappearing once again, but he just kept staring at the mirror. Knowing that she... she was the source of the wicked magic, but now she was gone and with her the dark aura had disappeared.

He could see the fear in the policemen, even though none of them said anything, at the same time he knew that they hadn't seen her, just felt her dark presence, her murderous intent.

Knowing that he couldn't do anything more there he took his leave, still feeling the shivers run down his spine, his eyes continued snapping to all the reflections he saw on his way back towards the hotel he was staying at.

Back at the hotel he quickly covered up every mirror, closing the curtains at the windows. He knew that the woman had seen him, had seen that he had seen her and somehow he feared that she would come after him... no, he knew that she would come after him, she must have felt his magic.

He quickly took a few hasty breaths, he didn't know what to do, he didn't know how to fight a ghost... Still he knew that she had to be stopped, he was certain that this wasn't the first girl that she had killed... and the only way to stop her was by killing her, killing a ghost.

He couldn't deny to himself that he was scared. Fighting spirits was something completely different from fighting mere mortals, you never knew what would happen because each spirit developed different powers, ones you can't find out before fighting them.

Merlin breathed in deeply before he turned to the large mirror in the room, carefully pulling the sheets he had thrown over it away. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror, watching his own nervous eyes as they shot over the whole mirror, searching for any indication that the ghost had traveled to this mirror.

He slowly opened his mouth, shaking words leaving his mouth. 'Bloody Mary... Bloody Mary... bl-.' He did not even finish the sentence before a loud high scream echoed through the hotel room, causing Merlin to stumble back in shock. The lights started to flicker, the whole room started to shake and a loud humming noise was heard.

The warlock quickly straightened his back, he shouldn't show his opponent his fear. 'Come out and face me!' He growled as his eyes glared at the mirror.

It was completely silent for a moment before he felt it again, that cold breeze brush against his skin before a dark figure spread over the mirror, slowly morphing into a young woman wearing a Victorian dress, her long dark brown hair hung limply over her shoulders. But what was most shocking was her pitch black eyes, those cold heartless eyes and the small part of himself that had hoped he could persuade her to stop completely disappeared. This encounter would end with the death of one of them.

A wicked chuckle left the woman's lips, her voice was inhuman. 'I am here now... Do you have any wishes before I kill you?' Her voice darkened even further by every word she spoke.

Merlin bit his lip. 'And why do you think that you will kill me?' She simply remained silent her eyes never leaving his. It was then he noticed that she never blinked, the same way her chest never rose to take a breath. 'I'm Emrys and I don't fear a spirit like you.'

The woman tilted her head slightly to the side. 'And why should
I be impressed by that name?'

Merlin blinked for a moment before he realized something. This woman wasn't a creature of magic, or at least she didn't know that she had magic. She may only be driven by her hatred, her wrath, and never by the knowledge of her powers. She may not even know what her powers meant, or maybe... she was just an empty soul, driven by nothing other than darkness.

He smiled softly, somehow knowing that if he killed her he would free this bound, cursed soul. 'Because the name means that I'm magic.' He reached for her, his fingers touching the cold mirror in front of him. 'Why are you even doing this, killing these innocent people?' Wanting so desperately to know the answer.

She laughed again, clearly not impressed by his words. 'Because they are evil, they should be destroyed, they shouldn't taint me... not. taint. me!' Her last words she almost growled as her eyes became even darker.

An inhuman cry shot through the room and Merlin quickly covered his ears, tears springing to his eyes. But he barely had time to recover before he felt her dark power flood over him, taking away his breath, before he felt fingernails scratching at his eyes. Immediately he let out his boiling magic, overwhelming the woman and he could feel the terror spread through her soul as he took hold of her soul, her essence.

He had never taken hold of a soul like this, never... it was terrifying yet at the same time he felt so powerful, he had a soul, a life in his hands, he could do anything he wanted to her, corrupt this soul, break it, mutilate or even kill...

But as he grabbed her soul he could also read her mind. It was empty, only filled by hatred and anger, she wasn't human anymore, her mind only held a broken soul. He shivered as he knew that it must have taken much pain to create it, he didn't even want to know what had happened to her, what had made her like this... this monster, this demon.

She screamed and struggled in his grasp, slashing at him and he could feel tears run over his cheeks at the sudden scratch.

He glanced once more at her dead black eyes, he would kill her... he couldn't let other people be killed by her and... he would let her soul rest, or at least what she had left of it, he would kill her out of pity.

And that was what he did, he increased his pressure over her, slowly starting to break her soul, destroy it so it could finally rest. She screamed even louder at the pain, trying to resist him, but she wasn't powerful enough.

SNAP

It was the sound of her soul dying and he felt it immediately disappear from his grasp. The dark aura was lifted from the room, slowly the room lit up again.

Merlin himself sank down to his knees, it felt so wrong, so wrong to touch another's soul, to break it, but he knew that he had done the right thing. He reached upwards, slowly brushing the tears from his face, but as soon as he did, he noticed the blood all over his hands. He quickly glanced towards the now empty mirror, bloody tears ran over his cheeks and he continued crying them for a long time.