Law and Order SVU: Fanfiction

The Beginning

Don't slate me to much if spelling is off trying to work on it. Hope enjoy.

It was winter. The trees plastered with snow cast ominous foreboding shadows on the dimly lite street. No sounds, no movement, no lights on at 3am in the small housing estate south the Mississippi. Convenient he thought, Valerie was always fond of small towns especially those named after her home. Boyle was just that with under 1000 residents and being named the Same as her hometown in Ireland it was fitting.

The night and location was perfect for exacting his revenge. No one will hear. Even if they did he'd be long gone. Seven years it toke him to find them. Seven years he spent planning his assault against those who left him fatherless.

The house was locked, prepared he toke the newly cut key from his bag.

His long lanky form provided him with the ability to sneak quietly anywhere. His instincts where never wrong especially when it came to people's presence. But he still stalked the family to provide himself with info. The door to the back opened up to expose a homily kitchen. Sure footed the tall man traveled with ease upstairs, missing the broken ninth step. Due to his delirious, ecstatic mind the furnishings in the house were blurry. Only when he entered her room did he see clarity.

Her motionless form radiated light. Her beautiful intoxicating scent injected him with a drug of lust, and he couldn't help but notice the change of hair colour. Blonde. It made her natural glow become more intense. "Valerie" he softly moaned his usual low confident voice came out ragged. "How is it you do this to me" he thought. Taking a mental note of her form. Knowing it'll never be the same guilted him then anger overtook him as he realised why it HAD to happen.
Snapping out of the trance he went back to his plan. Get the kid. Make her watch. Get the hell out.

Slowly and confidently he floated into the teenagers room. It wasn't a normal teenagers room; no poster, no extravagant pictures, no sign of love or even life.Just a small desk and a bed. On the bed lay a small framed, now seventeen year old Piper Olsen. To his surprise a small attraction was felt toward her, even after all these years.
It made what he had to do a little bitter sweet.

After taking in her, now black curly hair, and her new developed body. He stroke the back of her neck ever so slightly, bent down and whispered softly in her ear. For seven years he's waited to say these words, to show her he keeps his promises.
"It's time Pip, get up and watch as I take your mother from you, just like you toke my father." He added malice to his voice. And with a sudden movement and a cutoff scream. He had her pinned to the bed. Tying her arms, bounding her legs and gagging her,the man they had fought so hard to run from had found them.

With no care and a reckless tug he brought her to her mothers room. His crystal blue eyes hysteric on lust, his once round face had filed down, creating an angular, distorted with suffering face. The smell of sweat filled the room. Even though he'd let his black hair grow into greasy tendrils. It was obvious who he was. Lewis Graham.

Piper knew then that it was her or her mother to die tonight, she also knew that she couldn't volunteer herself. It was up to him, he was in charge.