There had been many a story told about the Calaway house and what had happened , that dreadful night almost 2 years ago, which left a little boy orphaned. His mother it had been rumoured had been loved by two men, both brothers, deeply yet she chose to marry and love one, resulting in the birth of a beautiful baby boy now 3 years old. Eyes as green as emeralds, sadness across his face, as no one had cuddles for him any longer, they had been taken when his mummy had been murdered and his daddy disappeared. People said the husband had murdered his wife in a fit of jealousy and left the body hanging from the upstairs window, badly beaten, and burnt. It had been said she had been horrifically raped, so why would a man who adored and loved his wife as he did do such a thing.

Stacy looked up at the house, with its gothic turrets, large windows for the light to come in, it had been something her sister Beth had insisted upon. A tear fell from her eye, remembering when Mark and Beth brought the house, both had fallen in love with it the moment they saw it, the turrets were what had enticed them, yet Beth had the smaller windows ripped out, said it made the house reflect and hide in the dark, the new windows ,opened it up to the sun and the light. They had worked hard over the next year or so to get it how they wanted. Stacy placed her hand on the rail of the steps leading to the front door, Mark had spent over a month making them, shaping them how Beth wanted, even down to the white paint she thought would brighten it up. Mark had lived in the dark too long, he was known well in the community for following the darker side of life, with its black magic, yet the moment he met Stacy's sister Beth it had changed, he changed lightness came into his life, the darkness disappearing. His whole life was devoted to Beth and their new born Matthew.

Looking up she saw the window that Beth's battered and burnt body had been hanging from, the light had vanished from the house that day. It was over two years since it happened, two years since she could bring herself to come back here, her nephew was still in there, being brought up by Mrs Roberts, the cook and her husband. Children never ventured up the driveway anymore, the fear of being , taken , hurt or burnt flashed in their heads. It was such a pity as Beth loved the local kids playing getting to know Matthew, Mark had made chairs, tables and various other things for the children to sit on, play with, it had been such a happy home, so loving, so why had it happened. All now left almost like a ghost house, barren and left to rot, how her nephew was she had no idea.

Stacy had to find answers, she was back not only for that but to help her nephew, the couple who were looking after him , were frightened he was always talking to his daddy, yet no one was there. Never in her heart or mind did she think Mark had been guilty of murdering Beth she was his life, but where the hell was he to answer the questions. A warrant was out for his arrest yet to this day he had not been seen or heard, except recently when Matthew had started to talk to him.

2 years earlier

"Darlin I'm putting Matthew down for awhile, he's shattered from the fair" Mark lifted his beautiful son into his arms how lucky he was that life had chosen to bless him with both a wonderful wife and a gorgeous little boy. They had been at the local fair most of the afternoon with friends and Beth's sister Stacy, the weather beautiful, the day relaxed and carefree.

"Ok Mark, tell you what baby how about I fix us something to drink and we can watch the sun set in the back"

"Beer for me darlin" settling Matthew down, he knew that Mrs Roberts and her husband would be back later tonight as they were staying for the fireworks, that were on after the fair shut. Mrs Roberts had been hired by Mark a year ago as their cook and her husband moved in with her, they had a bedroom, living room, kitchen, bathroom and patio area that Mark had built to their specifications, all worked well within the Calaway household.

Heading back downstairs to his wife, he sat with her on the recliner holding her in his arms, as the sun set, How they loved this time together, both happy with their lives, in love, Mark moved her in his arms stealing a deep kiss as his hands ran up her slim body, he loved her soft skin, her kisses, her love she gave him everyday.

"darlin I love you" he whispered as his lips found the spot that had her wet and aching within moments.

"baby let's take this upstairs I want to make love to you, try for another baby, Matthew needs another brother or sister." Giggling she took his hand, they headed upstairs to their bedroom, kissing and stopping on the way to remove their clothes, Mark almost never reached it to the bed, Beth had him so turned on, a raging hard on aching to be inside her, for hours they made love, no part of their bodies left untouched, collapsing after their fifth orgasm, mark pulled her into his arms, they had an hour or so before Mathew was due to wake closing his eyes, too. Neither heard the door open downstairs, or the four men that came into the house, neither heard them come the stairs into the bedroom

Glenn stared down at the naked couple hating his brother more and more for what he had taken, Beth, it should have been his arms she was laying in, his child she gave birth too, as his men grabbed Mark from the bed, they awoke in fear, now the fun would begin.