Author's Note: So... I got into that mood... I had the strong urge to write something new, so here I am... I am so sorry, in advance, if I don't actually get to finish this, or if I have long periods with no updates, but I just really needed to write something. Anyways, so, what I wrote in Charmed wasn't enough for me. The song was still inspiring me to write, and if you've forgotten which song, it's Endless Summer by The Jezabels. This is an AU, as you would have read in the summary, had there been room, and it is dark, so some of you may not like it. However, this is what I was inspired to write, so too bad, if you don't like it. I told someone, who reviewed Charmed, that I actually really love AUs. It means you don't have to follow the initial rules, and I can play around a little with their personalities, depending on their backgrounds/upbringing of the AU story. I usually stick with their base personalities and then add on to it with my own choosing. Ara and I have fun doing this with our own characters. :) Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this fic! :D

P.S. The title comes from the title of one of my favorite songs of all time, Possession by Sarah McLachlan. I thought the title sounded sexy, and it makes sense, me thinks. :3 Enjoy!

P.S. Okay, so... naturally I had to listen to Possession... and it's inspiring me more than the initial song... and it totally goes with the story I have in mind... You guys should listen to the song and read the lyrics. O.O

Possession

Chapter 1

They milled about, aimlessly, doing what they thought needed to be done. Not a care given for anything else outside themselves. They were all selfish and self-centered. Not a one of them deserved to take each step they took towards the future. Not a one of them deserved to live such a life. Life only led to one thing; misery... and pain.

She stood, in the middle of the dirt road, cloaked in black, the velvety and heavy fabric floating around her from the wind. Strands of wavy orange was let loose, drifting lightly over her beautiful face, but not a one of these self-centered creatures even seemed to be aware of her existence. Slowly, she took one step after another, and it seemed as if time slowed down. Her chocolate brown, weary eyes, lined with black, shifted slowly from side to side, just watching them, completely unaware of the danger she presented.

A strong gust of wind lifted her black cloak, revealing the tight fitted, black leather, molded to every vivacious curve of her body, and this, finally seemed to draw some attention. Her eyes drooped in disgust at the looks the men gave to her, the leers and winks. She could not stomach their selfish thoughts, thoughts she could not hear, but read clearly. Her red lips, yearning to lift into a scowl, but remained relaxed. Slowly, she rolled her eyes closed and looked away, continuing down the road of this dreary, despicable village.

She began to lift her arms, wanting to end their miserable lives, no longer being able to take it, but a commotion stilled her hands. Looking to the side, she rested her gaze upon a young man, apologizing profusely for having bumped into someone, causing them to drop their things. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" he cried, holding his palms out, and then he quickly went to pick up the things he forced them to drop.

"Yer damn right, yer sorry, you idiot!" the man cried and kicked the young man, while he was knelt down, causing him to fall into the dirt. "Hurry up and pick it all up, you clumsy oaf!"

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry," the young man said, scampering to do as he was told.

Lowering her arms, the orange haired beauty just watched the dark haired young man, scurrying quickly to pick up each item, and all she could feel was disgust for this poor soul. It was people like him, whom she could not stand the most. Her darkened eyes once again drooped with her distaste, watching him hand the items back with a detestable grin on his face, still apologizing for the mishap. She could see it on his face, even in his dark, empty eyes, that he did not hate this man for his insults and abuse. He was not angry, and he meant every earnest apology, which came blurting forth through his grinning lips.

The young man chuckled, keeping the grin as he stood, dusting off his nearly tattered pants, which matched his equally nearly tattered shirt, opened slightly to reveal his hard, muscled chest, and then he waved off the disgruntled man, who continued to insult him over his shoulder. Her blackened eyes grew wider, and slowly, she lifted her arm towards the irritating young man.

Before anyone could really comprehend what was happening, the young man lunged forward, pulling the dirk sheathed at his hip out and thrusting it within the bulbous, disgusting man's back. The young man's eyes were wide with shock, undiscerning of what he had just done. She watched as the once tanned skin of his face changed to a sickly white and reveled in the pain within his eyes, once he did comprehend.

"Wha-Wha-? No!" he cried, pulling the blade out from the man's back and watching in horror as the man's heavy body crumpled to the dirt road.

Screams echoed in the eerie silence, as all chatter and goings on ceased, and the orange haired beauty tilted back her head with a slight moan. The sounds and feelings gave her pleasure, blackening her already blackened heart. Lowering her head, once more, she lifted her arm once again, and the young man brought up his, as if to stab the man again.

"No!" he screamed, and his arm ceased its decent. "Stop it! Stop it!" he screamed, and he looked about, his dark eyes darting to those of the brown ones, blackened with hatred, like magnets. "Stop it!" he screamed again, and the muscle within his arm bulged in his restraint to keep it there.

Hearing his screams and following his eyes, the rest of the people gaped at the black witch, her arm outstretched towards the young man with a dark smile upon her red, lush lips. She laughed, a deep, throaty sound as she regarded the young man. "You fight me?" she asked, taking slow steps towards him.

"Yes! Yes, I do! Don't make me do this!" he cried, pleadingly, but he grunted, beginning to sweat in his restraint from keeping his arm still.

"Why?" she asked, as she continued her long, but slow steps towards him.

"Because he doesn't deserve it!" he replied without hesitation.

"Doesn't he?" she asked, the disgust unmasked within her voice. "He abused you, insulted you... and for what? It was just an accident, and yet you... you allowed it-Smiled even... You're disgusting... disgusting little worm..."

His expression took on a look of pain and confusion, and she saw it in his eyes, that he did not understand her words. "Wha-What? Why? Why did you make me do this?" he asked as he shook his head. "Please, stop!"

"No, not until he's dead... He will pay for his selfish behavior, and you will pay for your allowing it," she said, straining her arm and causing him to cry out.

People began to scream and run away, not wanting to pay the price this woman bestowed upon both these men. They ran in their fear of unknown power, and the fear of death.

"No! Don't!" the young man screamed as he looked down to the man, groaning in pain as his eyes fluttered opened. He was still alive! "Don't!" he screamed again, forcing his arm to shift and stabbed himself in his bicep. He screamed to the pain it caused him, but closed his teeth to growl instead.

Gasping softly, her eyes widened to the restraint and strength he had shown as well as the courage it took to stab himself, instead of the man. She was stunned completely, even releasing him from her power, which he immediately drooped forward in relief. "Why?" she whispered, just gaping back at him.

Looking up to those hiding, he called out, weakly, "Please... help him..."

They shook their heads with fear and quickly scrambled away from this crazy witch. The young man gave a groan as his head lulled forward, and his body heaved with deep, ragged breaths. He pulled out the dirk, letting it drop to the ground, and then he lifted his gaze to the beautiful, orange haired woman again.

"Why? Why are you doing this? Why are you doing this to yourself?" he asked, breathlessly through his heavy breaths.

Finally, her eyes began to blink rapidly, just regarding him speechlessly, but then finally, she began to frown. "You're worse than I thought. A selfless hero, saving those, who do not deserve to be saved!" she cried, taking quicker steps towards him and again lifting her arm.

He cried out as he was forced to grab the blade, but he pressed hard into the ground, refusing to allow his arm to be lifted again. "Stop!" he cried, looking up to her again. "It isn't up to us to decide what they do and do not deserve!"

"Then who's is it? Who's is it to decide?" she yelled, stopping only a few feet away from him. She then suddenly smirked, forcing his arm up, despite his best efforts. He gave another cry and a growl, his muscles again bulging in trying to keep his arm in place. "Would you kill me, hero? Would you kill me to save this pathetic excuse for a village; for these pathetic excuses for people?" she asked, quietly as she forced him to stand. He then lunged forward, bringing the blade up to her throat, which made him gasp.

"No!" he cried, fighting her control, just before his blade could touch the perfect skin of her throat.

"No?" she asked in a whisper, stepping up closer, but he forced a step back, pulling the blade with him.

"Don't do this," he whispered, and there was something within his eyes, she did not expect.

"You pity me?" she asked, flatly as she glared back at him.

"No," he replied, quietly as he shook his head. "I don't feel pity... I feel sympathy..."

"Sympathy? Pity? What's the difference?" she seethed, taking another step forward, but he forced another back. She then shook her head with a scoff and said, "No, it's not sympathy or even pity you feel for me... It's compassion... You really are the worst."

He again looked confused and began to shake his head. "I don't understand..." he whispered, his dark eyes gazing deeply within her brown ones, as if trying to understand her.

"The purest of heart... always the most sickening... the whitest soul," she whispered, clawing her hands and forcing the blade to his own throat. "I should end you here... spare you the suffering the future will only bring you, but I can't even do that... No... instead... I will break you," she said, her plush lips slowly rising into a smirk. "I will prove, even to you, that the whitest of souls can be blackened; the purest of hearts, tainted. No matter how hard you try, it's inevitable. The pain and misery of this world will always catch up to you; consume you, and as a matter of fact... it already has."

"I-I don't understand," he said, frowning to her softly, and she even noted that he did not fight as hard with the blade aimed at his own throat.

Dropping her arm, which caused him to drop his, she then turned and began walking out of town. "You will come with me," she said, and with a gasp, his legs were forced to follow after her.

"Wha-What? W-Wait... Stop! Why?" he asked, looking even more confused, but then he frowned and said, "I can walk on my own!"

Turning and rolling her eyes to him, she gazed back at him for a time, but her power faded from him, causing him again to droop with relief. He sighed deeply in that relief and looked up at her. His eyes still held that sadness as he looked upon her, and so she turned her back on him. "Come," she said, saying no more and expecting him to obey.

Sheathing his dirk back in its home, he gave another sigh as he removed a rag from the back of his pants to wrap his arm, but then he moved his legs to follow after this blackened woman. With a frown still on his face, he said, "I'm Luffy..."

She walked ahead of him in silence, and he was beginning to think she had no interest in revealing her name to him, but soon after, she did speak.

"Nami... My name... is Nami..."

To Be Continued...

Author's Note: Yeah, I know... It's dark... but I like dark. ;) I had an image of what Nami could possibly look like, but links are hard to post here. I will try anyway. X( This is kind of what I imagine she looks like: fashplanet dot com / wp-content / uploads / 2013 / 02 / Eyeshadows-for-black-color dot jpg. Just remove the spaces and replace the dot with a period. ;) Here's hoping the link works, lol. Anyways, I would love to know what you guys think so far. I still don't really know what's going to happen, exactly. I still have a lot of planning to do, but I'm hoping it will all come to me. :) You guys should give the songs a listen. I love music. These are also expected to be rather short chapters, possibly no longer than 4,000 words and no less than 2,000. Until next time. ;)