The Truth beneath the Rose

Disclaimer:

Nothing of this is mine, save for, what I hope, are my decent attempts at getting into Erik's head. By nothing, I do mean nothing, even the title belongs to Within Temptation, but I liked it so I thought to use it.

Author's note:

This lovely little piece started as an assignment I gave myself a few years ago. It wasn't until Christmas week last year that I finally managed to get somewhere with it, and with the help and encouragement of my lovely muses, it's finally turned into something I'm becoming very proud of.

Please, read, enjoy, review, critique, however, please don't flame. I'm really antsy to put myself out there, and flames may very well lead to weeping. As the old saying goes, if you have nothing nice to say, then say nothing at all. I do very much hope you all enjoy it.

Donna Aminta

Note from the lowly beta: This story is being rated as R/M for later (much later) chapters. It is being rated in advance for the sake of avoiding trouble in the future from forgetfulness. Do enjoy the story.

My dearest Readers,

In all my years, all the time I've roamed about this earth, sometimes suffering, sometimes knowing the bliss of living out my life, and sometimes simply wandering and watching, I have seen all the stories you mortals have put to paper, stage, and film concerning my existence and the scandals you think you know so well. The truth is, dear readers, you know nothing, and in fact, you may know even less than that.

You ask then why I have not spoken, and the truth is, my fear, my pride, and my need to protect will not allow me. The centuries have at last grown long though, and the ink in my quill slowly dries. Thus, before the last of my ink runs out, I will allow this final work to fall from my pin.

Take heed of what you see in these pages, as they are the only truth of the scandal that will ever exist. I am sorry if this shatters the lovely little illusion you have created, but in the end, all illusions must be so.

I remain, readers mine, your obedient servant,

O.G.