I had this story posted a while ago, but the OC didn't turn out to be what I planned so I took the story down.

I had a brilliant spark of inspiration for a new OC :)) so I rewrote the few chapters I already had and this fanfiction happened.

Umm... it will probably have somewhere around 20 chapters, I guess. I'll try to post at least once a week :D

Ah, this is gonna be M!... eventually... You have been warned.

Hope you enjoy this and spare a moment to tell e what you think! *blush*

Sole Disclaimer 'cause I see one everywhere: I only own my OC an some plot.

"I want the part of you that you refuse to give."

- Ellen Hopkins

Theresa Frey was, the least to say, an interesting woman. A creature of deception and few words, no one really knew what she looked like. Her prey didn't know it was being hunted until it was too late, if they even realized at all. She was neither pirate, nor marine. She was a mercenary, feared and hated by all. Shrouded in mystery, she was as deadly as they came.

Rumors spoke of a vicious woman with no soul. She had as many cruel names - Howling Mist, Breaker of men, Great Depression, Soulsnatcher- as she had profiles and descriptions – from blonde to brunette, from short hair to long, light colored eyes to dark, short to tall. She was said to come at night, in the cover of darkness and kill her victims with a single bullet.

There were two things that told this woman apart from any other. The first were her gloves. It was said she had never been spotted with her hands bare. More rumors suggested she had been involved in some sort of accident that left her skin scarred. The gloves were supposed to be a means to cover the potential tell that could give away identity. The second was her pet, a demonic baby-eating beast, said to kill you with only its stare. Hear its howls and you were doomed. If it caught your scent, no place was safe for you or your loved ones.

She traveled the seas in her haunted ship, a majestic black-sailed barquentine. If you ever crossed paths with it, you could only hope it would pass you by. There was no nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.

That apparently didn't stop people from hiring her for different jobs. She was considered one of the most efficient and discrete assassins. She was the one you hired if you wanted things done neatly and fast. For a substantial price, of course. She was also rumored to be the richest woman alive.

All of it seemed improbable now that the woman was standing on his submarine. The Heart Pirates reached surface for air less than 5 minutes before a dark shadow docked near their yellow vessel. A young woman, cladded in blue overalls and a white shirt, dashed from her small brigantine and landed gracefully on the railing. Her clothes were dirty, stained with what Law thought could be Vaseline on the knees of her pants and on the helm of her shirt. She did not inspire immeasurable wealth, thought she did look like she could wield a wrench and a screwdriver. Though her demeanor was gloomy, she was far from being the spawn of the devil. The most terrifying thing about her was her hair: blonde, shaved on the sides, the rest styled in a rather messy Mohawk. With a bored expression and mismatched gloves peeking from under her sleeves, Law doubted she could kill anyone. Experience told him not to judge a book by its covers. No matter how plain the cover was.

"Trafalgar Law." Her voice was deep and strong, her confidence unwavering. Her sharp black eyes landed on him and she stepped down from the railing and circled him. Of all his crew, only his navigator was outside with him. Bepo came close to him and entered a fighting stance, but the woman was unphased.

"The Widowmaker. What brings you here?" No emotion on her young face. Law thought she couldn't be more than twenty.

"Your medical expertise led me here, Surgeon of Death."

"Oh?" This peeked the captain's interest. She needed him. "What exactly do you need?" Her eyes turned into a straight line as she analyzed his intentions. A few seconds later she turned to the mist shrouded ship and nodded her head once.

The creature that jumped on his submarine was worthy of its reputation, assuring Law once again that the woman before him was indeed the feared mercenary. Pitch black, the feline's feral yellow eyes made his navigator shiver. It would have been an incredibly fearsome creature, if not for the young boy riding on its back. His little hands clutched the dark fur on the animal, his cheeks flushed with fever.

"Can you cure him?" It looked like nothing more than a common cold, but Law guessed the infamous mercenary wouldn't be here if the boy could be cured with a trip to the apothecary. He stepped closer and noticed the silvery spots on his skin. Mixed with his high fever and self inflicted scratch marks on his wrists, the kid was suffering from Silver Stroke Malady. It was extremely rare, Law himself never seeing any other carrier of the disease. Early stages were characterized with hallucinations and fever and ended with a complete petrifaction of the blood. That meant a slow and painful death.

"Where did he catch such a nasty sickness?" One could only be afflicted with the specific malady directly from the spines of a Moon Lily. Extremely rare and ever pretentious plant. But then again, whoever hired her must have had a lot of funds.

"Can you heal him? It's a Yes or No question?" The woman was getting on his nerves. He should just tell her no and get rid of her from his ship. His pride as a doctor made him tell her otherwise.

"Yes."

"Name the price and it shall be yours." Cocky brat. Law should teach her lesson. She should choose her words more wisely.

"Anything I desire?" She carefully calculated his words, eyes darting to the young boy atop her beast.

"Anything humanly possible." Law thought of about a hundred things he could ask of her, to humiliate the woman and put an end to her arrogance. But first, the boy.

"Bring him to the infirmary." He turned and didn't wait for her to follow. When he turned she was hot on his heels, the boy cradled to her chest. He opened the door to his favorite room and waited for the woman to lay the child on the bed. Placing his instruments on the table besides the bed, he noticed she was not leaving so he pointed towards the door.

"I don't need any assistance." She eyed him coldly but left the room. Law heard her slide down the outside wall. Rather than being so distressed, Law thought she was making sure he was aware of her presence there - a silent threat if anything were to happen to the boy.

The truth was he didn't need any utensils to cure the kid. He placed his hand above him and created a small room, big enough to contain the child's body. His illness was caused by the small spine that entered his blood flow. Sensing around the small form, Law found the intruding element and took it out with ease. The silvery spine landed on the metal plate he had prepared. Law then gave the kid pills for the fever and some vitamins.

He took a seat by the bed and toughed of what to ask of the woman. He wanted something she was not willing to give. Her body? No, if she was anything like the rumors suggested she was beyond such petty things. How many of her male victims had she seduced first before murdering them, he wondered. Her servitude? Now that was something he could use. But seeing as she served rich people for money, he doubted she would mind much. Who knew how much she was being paid for curing the kid?

The kid! He might have answers to a question or two. The fever had him out cold when the woman placed him on the bed, but now it was time to wake him. One quick injection later, the boy gasped and slightly jumped on the bed, fully awake.

"What's your name, kid?"

"Auntie said I shouldn't talk to anyone." Auntie? So a woman was the buyer?

"How much is your aunt paying the scary looking woman?" Law tried to be nice, but children were not really his thing. The boy looked confused and hugged his knees. Law sighed. It was getting him nowhere. He took back his seat and stared at the kid. Tears were forming in his eyes. Children, so annoying!

Law was thinking of asking the woman to give up her mercenary status until she helped him defeat Joker. There was no need to place his crew in danger if he could use a deadly assassin almost for free. Law was sorting out the loopholes she could use to escape him, when a howl shook through the submarine walls. He was expecting the kid to tremble in fear, but the boy just got up and headed toward the door. Before opening it, his innocent face turned towards Law.

"Mister, please don't hurt auntie and Nori." With that he dashed out the infirmary leaving Law a little more than confused. He walked back outside and found several members of the crew surrounding the woman and her pet. She had a handgun in her right hand, the other one petting the growling beast at her side. The animal easily reached past her waist and Law was sure she could ride it if she ever needed to. The young boy was latched to one of her legs, his face buried in the fabric of her overalls. He was sobbing quietly. The woman examined the kid and pinned Law with her eyes, while her hand ruffled the kid' hair gently.

"What is your price, pirate?" It was then he noticed the color of her eyes. They were not black as he originally thought, but a warm, muddy brown. Had they always been that hue?Has she somehow changed them? Devil Fruit?

Bepo was explaining to the crew what was happening as their captain stared the woman in the eyes. It was clear he had miscalculated a few things, the most important one being that the rumors were miles away from the truth. She seemed to be protective of the boy, and Law doubted it had anything to do with reward money. He wanted answers but even more, he wanted all the help he could get in his upcoming war with Joker.

"How can I reach you, woman?" Her eyes squinted in realization of what he was saying.

"I don't do debts."

"And I don't need anything right now." He said matter-of-factly, hoping to infuriate her with his trademark smirk. If he was pushing on her nerves, Law had no way of knowing. Except from her scrutinizing glare, she wore a perfectly bored expression.

"Tch." A woman of few words indeed, at least that part was true. She fished a Transponder Snail from a low-hanging pocket on the left leg of her pants and threw it to Law. "Call when you think of anything." With that she holstered her gun at her back and kneed besides the kid, giving him a final check up.

"I'm sorry, auntie."

"Shh, I told you I would find a way to cure you, didn't I, kid?" The Captain's heart stopped for the briefest moment. Flashes of Corazon telling Law he won't let him die flashed before the pirate captain's eyes. He knew the woman had nothing in common to the man he owed his life to, but his interest in her was growing by the minute. He couldn't stop himself from asking more.

"Tell me one thing, what is the boy to you?" She placed the kid on the back of the black-furred beast and the animal jumped on her two-masted ship. A phantom of a smile crossed her face.

"Is that your price, Supernova?" Did the blasted woman know every title he held? He was curious, but not stupid as to charge her with so little, even if his part in curing the boy had been more than easy.

"Nice try."

"Then I owe you no reply." Her answer was curt. She jumped on the rail but stopped to face him one last time. "Thank you." And just as she came, the mysterious woman boarded her ship and left. Law saw from the corner of his eyes the crew relaxing around him as the black sails of her vessel got further away from them. He looked at the Transponder Snail in his hand and noticed nothing distinct about it. Who was Theresa Frey really? A cold blooded killer without a face? A carrying and rather enchanting young woman? As they went inside the submarine, Law made a mental note to find out as much as he could about the woman before collecting his reward.

I'll probably post the next chapter tomorrow since I already have it...

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