Safe
If Kirsty Cotton was anything, it was certainly no damsel in distress. She was perfectly capable of fighting her own battles, and needed no one to come galloping to her rescue on a dashing white steed.
She'd always been independent, and preferred it that way.
Yet, however capable she appeared to be in taking care of her own self, Kirsty had a rather dangerous knack of over-estimating herself.
As her deviously perverse Uncle Frank, dressed in her beloved father's skin, stalked her relentlessly around the house at Lodovico Street years before, she had realised the enormity of the situation, and how desperate she was for Frank to confess his name through his own lips so that the Prince could step in to save the day...and her.
How strange it had been to think of this ethereal creature as the hero of the situation, to hope that he'd come to her rescue.
But he had. Not once, not even twice. But thrice.
On the surface, the Cenobite Prince might not look like anyone's average hero with his fierce yet melancholic stare, alabaster skin and scarred face adorned with glinting pins, but he'd certainly been hers on more than just one occasion.
It seemed ludicrous to think of him by such a term, but deep down she knew that, even though she didn't need protecting, her aloof Cenobitic Knight would burn down realms if it meant keeping her safe, though would never admit it.
Indeed. We ALL know that Pinhead had only known Kirsty five minutes by the first HR alone, yet if anything had happened to her, he would kill everyone in the room...including himself. lol More drabbles coming up. xx