LOVE AND IMMORTALITY (RILEY BIERS X F!READER) Book 1

Prologue

Flight Information
The screen read in big letters towering over me as I walked through the busy Rome airport, trying to look for a flight that would get me to where I needed to go directly without any problems at all. I placed my hand on my chin, slightly grabbing my face as I looked through the possible destinations. As I tried to find one that worked, my eye was drawn to a place on the far west coast of America. Flight UW360 Direct to Seattle, Washington was boarding at gate B11 after being delayed one hour. That gave me enough time to get a ticket and go through security with little to no problems. I held my bag tightly and looked around for the nearest open kiosk. When I found the nearest one, I quickly pushed through all the options, leading to the purchase of the ticket. I smiled when it was confirmed and then furrowed my h/c eyebrows when I saw the payment screen; I guess I really didn't think that far ahead. I hit the CASH button and heard behind me, "Are you sure that you're paying for this ticket with cash?"
I turned around, startled by the voice, and stuttered, "Ye-yes I am." My eyes flashed down to the man's uniform and registered that he was one of the many TSA officers buzzing around the airport making sure travellers had everything. I guessed he'd followed me when he saw my severe lack of luggage and staring awkwardly before I found a kiosk. 
He eyed me for a moment and said, "Let me help you with that." I nodded and stepped aside. He stood where I was and scanned his keycard, opening up an unknown menu and pressing buttons. When he finished, he asked me, "Do you have the necessary cash, miss?"
I cautiously turned to my bag, opened it, and took out the necessary amount. "Here you go," I said, handing him the cash.
He took the cash, deposited it into the machine, and took out my ticket. He said while handing me my ticket, "When you get to the end of this hallway, turn right for security. After you go through security, go down the hallway until you see Gates B1-B20. Your gate will be on the left." When I didn't speak, he looked at me for confirmation.
"Thank you," I said, then headed down the hallway he'd pointed out. As I walked, I held my head high and focused on my destination. I breezed through security without being stopped and searched for any paraphernalia. That was easy! I thought as I walked to my gate, later locating the B11 sign about fifteen feet before me. I stood in line with the other people ready to board the plane. If I blend in, I won't be easily found.
As I clutched my boarding pass and passport, I heard someone say, "You running from something, miss?"
I looked up and saw a young gentleman with black hair and amber eyes staring at me, either eye-fucking me or being genuinely curious. I quickly sized him up, determining whether or not he was a threat. "Just some problems at home," I replied, inwardly growling at the thought.
Unnamed Man chuckled and asked, "You got an evil ex boyfriend hunting you to kill you or something? Nobody goes to Washington without a damn good reason."
I stared into his eyes and said, "If you want to call it that." He stared back at me and turned around; I guessed he was unnerved by my challenging stare. A smirk tugged at my lips, but I pushed it back. "Why do you care?" I questioned, feeling paranoid at his interest.
Unnamed Man didn't answer, and I let the matter slide, silently hoping he didn't sit next to me so I wouldn't have to answer anymore questions. I got to the front of the line and the agent asked, "Boarding pass and passport, please."
I handed her the requested items and said,  "Here you go."  The agent took them from me and scanned them before looking at me. She obviously didn't expect me to be the woman in the passport picture, but that was fine. She handed my documents back to me while I smiled at her, and I walked onto the plane. When I entered, I felt a pair of eyeballs staring at me from where my seat was, if correctly compared to the seat on my ticket. I locked eyes with an elderly woman about seventy-nine with eyes the color of emeralds and something else in those eyes that one could call either suspicion or fear at why I was heading towards her. She was in the aisle seat, so I didn't know what she was afraid of. "Excuse me, ma'am. My seat is next to you," I said, pointing to the middle seat.
She asked me, "Is this your seat?" while pointing to the one in between her and another woman.
I nodded and replied, "Yes, that is my seat. And I would greatly appreciate it if I could sit down before the plane takes off."
The woman held her bag tightly to her chest and moved her legs under her seat, letting me pass through. "Thank you," I said with a smile. The woman gave me a serious look before plastering a smile across her face. She got out of her seat and moved into the aisle while still staring at me, obviously studying me for whatever reason that I didn't bother asking her as I put my carry-on bag into the overhead compartment. I straightened out my jacket before sitting next to the other woman.
As I sat between the two women who cared about their own lives, I caught the eye of someone with spiked-up blond hair and chocolate brown eyes stalking toward me. My eyes widened and I instinctively backed into my seat, not believing what I saw. Why in the living name of all things dead and undead did this unnamed bozo look like him and why the everloving fuck was he walking toward me?! He looked like him and even walked with the same cocky determination. As I watched him trudge down the cluttered aisle, I started seeing not uncomfortable seats and windows, but black and white marble columns reaching the heavens. It suddenly felt like I returned to the place I vowed never to see again. I kept watching as he stalked toward me, either to feed with me or fuck me senseless against the lifeless stone, I couldn't tell which and didn't care to think about. Before I knew it, he stood in front of me, his red eyes burning into mine with that smirk I had so badly wanted to constantly wipe off his face. As I stared into his lifeless eyes, I heard, "Ma'am. Ma'am! The plane is taking off. You need to fasten your seatbelts and put your tray-table up."
"Right. I'm sorry," I said, unsure of why this man held such a close resemblance to the piece of shit I left behind. But I knew I couldn't slip up, not now or ever; if they ever found me, then I had to make it as convincing as possible that I did not belong. The man moved his hand to close the tray-table in front of me, but I slammed it shut and told him, "That's alright. I got it." I smiled and he walked away. That was too close; had he felt my skin, it would be the same temperature as a body entering rigor mortis. I couldn't have him causing a scene! I sighed and flopped against the seat, making sure I didn't break it.
When I was satisfied with the unbroken chair, I heard next to me, "Did that nice kid scare you, darling?"
I turned to the woman in the window seat staring at me; she didn't look a day over forty. I smiled, shook my head, and answered, "No, ma'am. He didn't scare me, just shocked me out of my stupor, that's all. I think I'm fine now."
"If he walks by and makes you feel uneasy again, you let me know and I'll gladly trade seats with you," she kindly offered.
I smiled gratefully and said, "Thank you. I just might take you up on that, although I don't want to take your window seat."
She giggled and said, "Oh, it's nothing, dear! I normally take the window seat when I fly with my grandkids overseas. But if you need it, I'd trade places with you in a heartbeat." She leaned in and said, "And I'm sorry about my mother earlier. She doesn't like flying and is scared of not having a way to talk to me while the plane's in the air."
I looked at her and saw the same emerald eyes as the other woman. I smiled and said, "If you want to sit next to your mother, I wouldn't mind trading places. She'll feel comfortable with her daughter by her side." The woman nodded and I slowly stood up in the cramped space to let her switch. She smiled as best as she could with approximately twelve real teeth and promptly sat in the seat my butt had previously occupied. I sat down before glancing at the previously serious woman. Her demeanor had changed to a softer one, probably feeling content with the seat arrangement. I looked outside as the plane mosied out of our gate toward the taxiway.
As the plane gained speed and entered the clear blue sky, the breath I'd been holding in when I was talking earlier graced the air around it and I smiled contently. I'd done it! I was finally fucking free!  Not even the stupid guard dog could track me down. If anything, I was invisible. I coveted that mentality as the plane soared to 30,000 feet and I finally undid the rather restricting seat belt digging into my lap. I fucking hate plane seatbelts! It's not like I even needed one. As I mused about my wanting to never wear plane seat belts, I'd somehow acquired a bag of peanuts and a diet soda. I took the food and drink from the stewardess, smiled my thanks, and set the soda and peanuts on my tray; I'd find a way to get rid of those before we landed. Though I never knew what they tasted like, I didn't know if the thought upset me or if my previous adrenaline had finally washed away.
As I watched both whatever movie I'd found and the beautiful change of scenery below me, I watched America appear. I was here; I was finally in America. If he found me here, I'd be both in deep shit and there'd be a lot of dead people. "Cara mia" echoed in my mind and I grimaced at a voice I longed to forget. Words that once brought me a sense of love and warmth now turned into words of great fear and anxiety.
The plane landed and I immediately stood up. I got myself together as the people in front of and behind me flooded out of the metal sardine can. I made sure I had my duffel bag, purse, and headed toward the car rental. Once I exited the plane and did all the monotonous immigration papers, I saw what I wanted and walked toward it. The lady behind the desk saw me and asked, "Hello, and welcome to Seattle! My name is Linda. What kind of car would you like?"
"Hello, Linda. I'll take any car that is prepared the fastest. The model and year doesn't matter as long as it runs," I replied. Linda nodded and began clicking computer keys. I studied her as she typed and then said, "If it helps, I'll be staying here for an indefinite period, so I would also like to have a place to take it when the rental expires."
"Great! The car I can have ready is a Honda Civic. I hope the car is to your liking," she said, turning the computer screen toward me.
I studied the car on the screen and smiled at the statistics; it was a blue Honda Civic with very low mileage on it and everything checked out safety-wise. I nodded and said, "I'll take it, thank you. And I'll be paying in cash upfront, if you don't mind."
"Excellent! Your total is $15,985 plus tax and duration, and you're paying with cash," she said, typing away. I nodded and retrieved the money from my bag. When I pulled it out, counted it up to the exact amount, I handed it to her and she smiled while handing me the keys. I took them and didn't smile back at her as I made my way to the garage. I pressed on the car remote and heard a car chirp in the distance. I walked at a normal pace to not raise any suspicion. I had already spotted the car when I entered the parking garage. The blue car was hidden behind many other cars and would've only raised eyebrows if I knew exactly where it was.
When I walked up to it, the trunk opened, I tossed my bag inside, and entered the driver's seat. I buckled in, put my right arm out of the seat belt, and gunned the engine. Backing up wasn't hard, and once I'd been freed of my parking space and the parking structure, I sped down the busy Seattle roads onto the main highway; I looked around me and there were absolutely no cars. I smiled and looked ahead, seeing the sign welcoming me to Forks, Washington; Population: 3,532. I smiled and glanced into the rearview mirror, meeting blood-red eyes.

Cara mia - My darling