The cold had set in, the fire blazed and roared occasionally spitting out burning embers; the Lexington's shared a bottle of wine over dinner. The Lexington home was large to say the least; it sat on twenty acres of private land; the wind whistled around each window trying to enter their home. The couple shared a smile, the candle light reflected in Miranda's eyes, Wallace had never been more attracted to his wife, his entire life. They had shared their home, their love and their hearts for thirty years today, Wallace had spent two weeks planning this dinner. He stood out among his friends, his face chiselled, and defined; he stood tall at six foot three, he had alluring eyes that melted many hearts, but no one had captured his wild heart like his wife had. Tonight was all about them, their moment, and their love.

"Tonight is perfect Wallace," Miranda purred, she reached for his hand and held it lovingly, "I love you."

Wallace gazed at his wife with longing eyes; "There is nothing I wouldn't do for you Miranda. You're my rock."

The couple shared a few seconds, their lives had been turned upside down, but in those few seconds, everything was okay. Once again, the Lexingtons were a unit.

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Jack Frost was biting at Alexandria's finger tips, her cheeks had been pinched taking on a pink glow.

Alexandria and her boyfriend Brice had been making plans, meeting secretly to discuss how to make this night special. It had to be perfect, after all, it was all about Miranda and Wallace. They pulled on matching black coats; tonight was the night, their union would become a bond of unbreakable ties.

Freshly fallen snow crunched under the couple's feet, they walked hand in hand as young lovers do. Alexandria held her head high, her attitude was as crisp as the frozen leaves, she knew what she was doing, and she liked it. The teens gave each other a look of lust, of will and spite as they reached the Lexington home, Alexandria pushed her key in the front door, she turned to face the man of her dreams, a glint of excitement flashed through her body and landed in her eyes.

"Alexandria, what are you doing here?" Miranda's voice was shrill and held shock.

"We came to wish you a happy anniversary on your special day, mom."

Wallace stood up tall and proud, his face tightened as anger spilled in to his cheeks. "He is not welcome here, and neither are you. Get out my house before I call the police." Wallace spoke coldly.

Brice turned and closed the door, he twisted the lock and pushed the dead bolt lock. He turned back slowly to face his girlfriend's parents. His eyes had sunk in their sockets, dark circles clung to his skin giving him a sickly tired look. He felt his body surge with excitement as Miranda clung to her husband's arm. She knew. Brice pulled a handgun and aimed squarely at the couple, "One shot. That's all it would take. I'll blow your brains out and decorate the walls with them." The air in the house thickened as a sickness gripped everyone in the home. Brice had his hostages, he had a goal tonight. "Sit down Ma, Pa. This won't take a second. I promise."

Miranda's hands began to shake, she dug her nails in her husband's arm silently begging him to do something, pleading for her life. It was no use. Wallace's gun was sitting in the night stand, his gun cabinet was in his study. He had nothing but the table to defend himself.

"I said, sit down." Brice strained his neck to the left, his eyes now seemingly demonic. "Please." His voice now just as strained.

Alexandria let out a giggle of excitement seeing her parents so submissive to her boyfriend. She stood proudly next to him, her hands placed on her hips, with a dark smile on her lips. She caught her Mother's terrified eyes staring at her, she gave a toothy smile, and winked at her. Brice pulled open the rucksack, adrenaline soared throughout him, his strength maximised.

"Alex." He said, she knew her duty; she pulled her Mother's arm, prying her away from her Father, she pushed her back in to her chair where she had once sat lovingly admiring her husband. Alexandria pulled the rope tight around Miranda's wrists, then her feet. She listened to her Mother sob, she begged her daughter to stop, it was no use. Brice restrained Wallace to his chair, he positioned him so that he was facing his wife, Brice forced Wallace's right hand on the table.

"Leave it there." He demanded.

Wallace saw the fear in his wife's eyes, the tears falling down her face, her perfect face was a picture of pure horror.

"Did you say Grace?" Brice asked, he leant in, his lips brushed against Wallace's ear, "You know, it's not polite to eat before saying Grace."

Wallace held his own, he kept silent. His heart breaking at the sight of his wife across the table. Alexandria left the room, Wallace watched his daughter leave, his disgrace for her grew by the second, the shock of the situation now sinking in. He was going to die. His wife was going to die. Brice took a steak knife off the table, he held it so the blade glinted in the candle light, Miranda inhaled trying to keep her panic at bay. The whole house was silent, wind whistled and rattled at the windows and door frame, an occasional sob from Miranda broke the deathly silence. Wallace's hand started to tremble on the table, but he stayed compliant and kept it there.

Brice was sickened by the silence, he plunged the knife in to Wallace's hand,

"I said, did you say Grace? Answer me damn it!" Brice looked at Wallace and saw his cheeks flush as the pain jolted from his hand. Blood spilled on to the white table cloth, Miranda let out a scream, she struggled in her chair.

"No." Wallace finally managed, "I didn't say Grace." Wallace's voice was thick with pain but he refused to let his voice quiver.

"Say it now. Give thanks for what you're about to receive."

Alexandria returned, she saw the blood dripping on the floor, she smirked as her eyes followed the blood trail to her father's hand impaled. "You started without me? No fair baby. No fair."

"Alexandria, please don't do this." Wallace looked at his daughter, he spat out the words wishing for her conscience to let them go.

"Daddy, you always taught me, that you can't start something, without the intention of finishing it."

Brice looked at Miranda, her eyes were fixed on Wallace's; Brice picked up the candle stick, it flicked in the man made breeze as Brice pulled it towards Wallace.

"A man who does not give thanks, does not speak." Brice held the burning candle to Wallace's lips, his skin began to burn in seconds, as the skin blistered, it crackled; Miranda couldn't watch, she turned her head, her sobs became screams. Brice moved swiftly from husband to wife and stubbed the flame in to her cheek.

"You will watch." His voice was calm, but punctuated with anger.

She defied him, she shook her head. The angry teen grabbed her face, digging his fingers in to her cheeks. He used so much force he pushed her to the ground. Her wrist snapped as she landed on it; she let out a cry, her fear rocketed in to pain. She laid on the ground still tied to the chair for a second before she saw the glint of another blade. Brice moved his grip to her throat squeezing with a teasing intent. She closed her eyes again. He wanted her to. He sliced across her eyes lids, she opened her eyes as a shocking pain cut through her, her once heavy eye lids made up so beautifully flapped and hung uselessly. She opened her mouth to scream but Brice tightened his grip, air seeped out of her lips, but nothing was going in. Wallace pulled his hand towards him, the pain coursed through his whole body; his skin ripped around the steak knife, more hot blood spilled out of his open wound. He pulled hard and fast, the knife was free from the table but not from his hand, he tried calling out for Miranda, but his lips were so blistered he could barely move them. Splinters of skin formed around his bloody lips. None of it mattered. His wife needed him.

Secondary pain overruled his body, he hadn't heard the shot, but as his eyes dropped to his knees, he could see the blood spilling from it, his knee cap was shattered.

"Now now Daddy, sit still." Alexandria smiled softly, almost angelic. She stroked the barrel of her Father's gun, she was proud.

Brice pulled Miranda back to a seated position, her eyes were raw and blood traced the lines of her face. Wallace let a tear fall, his usually proud, collected self was shattered at the sight of his wife.

"You will watch." Brice spoke in Miranda's ear, he pushed her in so her stomach was touching the rim of the table.

Brice walked the length of the small table to Wallace. He saw the blood pooling on the floorboards, he looked at Alexandria and gave a small, triumphant look. "You did this?" She nodded. "Nice work." Alexandria thrived on his words.

Brice took a hunting knife from his jacket pocket, it had been cleaned for the occasion. He admired it's small, yet powerful beauty, he held it above his head, his eyes reflecting in the silver. With no words, he sunk it in Wallace's chest; again and again, he plunged the blade in to Wallace's body, he curled the knife in his skin, twisting it, he could feel internal movement. Miranda screamed, her voice shrill and shrieking.

"Let her go." Brice said standing up, he licked the fresh blood from the blade, the contrast between the cold blade and Wallace's fresh blood sent a tinge of intoxicating passion through him.

Alexandria did as she was told, she untied her Mother, then stepped back. Miranda took a second before standing, she looked at her husband's mangled body, his wide soulless eyes, and the trickle of blood that fell in droplets from his mouth. She pulled her hands to her mouth forgetting the pain in her wrist, she cupped her mouth as tears formed in her butchered eyes.

"Run." Brice ordered.

Miranda didn't need to be told twice, she ran for the stairs, her daughter's cackle rang loudly in her ears, Brice followed her and caught her foot. Miranda fell hard on her broken wrist, she let out a scream as he pulled her down two steps, he submerged his hunting knife deep in to her ankle, she kicked out and freed herself. He let her run up the stairs, he didn't run.

"I enjoy the chase." He spoke coldly and calmly. He made his way up the stairs, his feet slamming heavily on each one. "But I enjoy the kill that much more."

Miranda slammed her bedroom door shut, she ran with an agonising limp, she flung herself across her bed, she pulled the phone from the hook. She punched nine one one in to the key pad, there was nothing on the other end, not even a dial tone. The bedroom door swung open, she turned to see Brice in the doorway, her daughter standing behind him. Miranda's eyes were burning, she tried to crawl off the bed and in to the adjoining bathroom. She felt the drag of Brice on her ankle again, he snarled at her, grunting as he hauled her back towards him, she swung both her arms out in distress. Brice laid her flat, Alexandria held her feet, he took his knife and immersed it in to her abdomen, then pulled it up to her breast bone. The fight left Miranda instantly, blood boiled at her lips and ran down her neck, pooling in her throat. Brice looked at Alexandria, she had to finish this. She looked at Brice and kissed him passionately, she pulled away and looked her dying Mother in the eyes. She said nothing, she leant over her Mother's body and licked at the blood that sat in the depth of her neck, then with one swift hard movement, sunk the knife in Miranda's neck.

A/N: This story would not have been possible without the help of my good friend Laura. I owe thanks to her. Keep reading to find out what happens next. Do they get caught, and just how do the SVU detectives get involved in this case? This is a story for ALL shippers...