Protect Him

Chapter 1

After waking up I showered, washed my hair. I got out of the shower and stepped onto my black matt tiles. I blow dried my hair and dried myself, changing into a black flowing crop top that had sleeves that finished at my wrists but started just below my shoulders. I quickly put on my skinny jeans and ankle healed boots.

Sliding some daggers into my jeans and boots, placing a gun in my back pocket. I started to pack my bags, some clothes in one, poisons in another, weapons in two.

"Agent Archeron, Please come to the deporting bay for your mission." The computer said.

I quickly slid in my laptop into my leather book bag and grabbed my suitcases. I cast one more look at my makeshift room before walking to the Deporting bay. This is going to be easy.

-=x=-

I walked into the deporting bay to see Nesta standing right next to my bike, she was talking to someone. I just hope she didn't touch my bike, or she will be dead.

"Nesta" I called out,

She turned around to me, she straightened her suit.

"Ahh, Feyre. You'll be taking your Lamborghini"

I nodded my head, walking over to my matte black Lamborghini. I quickly popped the boot and placed all my suit cases into the boot, shutting it with care. I knew this ride was going to be long and tiring, I had to drive for 18 hours flat to get to the boarding school. i heard a nice pop sound as I opened my door. Sliding on the seat I heard Nesta,

"Feyre, Your Bike will be driven there later this week."

That's the last thing my sister said to be before I drove off. 18 hours to go, I turned the radio on.

-=x=-

I drove up to the boarding school, the sun had set long ago. I quickly put my character into action, Russian accent began.

I parked my car in a parking bay. Looking up at the boarding house I could see that most of the students were awake still, all the lights were on. The boarding school looked like a rundown warehouse, the bricks were missing paint in several places. I got out of my car, grabbed my suitcases with care. I walked into the boarding school after locking my car.

Pushing the door open with my foot, I walked in.

A lady sat at the desk,

"Excuse me, I'm new here." I said in my Russian accent.

The lady looked up at me then back down, she looked a bit amazed that I had a Russian accent.

"Name"

"Feyre Archer, Miss" I told her, she nodded then gave me my time table and my room number. I grabbed it off of her, and walked out. The clicking of my heels annoying me.

I was walking past many people, most of them drunk. Disgusting.

The men who were somber were looking at me with lust and hunger. The females were glaring at me, but did it look like I cared. No, I don't care. I'm here for one thing.

I finally trudged up the stairs finding room 43. I was about to open the door, when I heard yelling.

"get out you three, our new roommate is coming. And you just messed up the room" a Female voice yelled.

"God, women." Three male voices said.

I pushed open the door, the floor boards creaked from the weight of the door. Everyone talking stopped, they all turned to face me. A blonde-haired girl, Morrigan, looked at me with a smile on her face.