Remember Lizzie? From Breaking Dawn? (If you have no idea who I'm talking about, see pages 333-335) Well, here she returns...to stalk Jacob!!! This is Misthorse writing, and having some fun with it, too. ;)
Disclaimer: In my dreams...
Chapter One: Car Chase
Jacob's POV:
Why must these stupid little small town groceries not carry that one specific kind of baby formula? And why was Nessie so fussy? Oh, whatever. Already, I had been through three towns with no luck. I sighed, but remembering who I was getting the formula for in the first place cheered me up a little. Then I remembered the fact that I was using the Cullen's Vanquish again, and I grinned. Nothing makes the bloodsuckers give in like my puppy eyes. I snorted, because I knew the real reason Edward had lent it to me was that he didn't want to leave Bella alone, even for the task of grabbing basic supplies. Couldn't even run errands for his own daughter, so he felt the need to bribe me into doing it. Not that I needed one. (A bribe, that is.) I rolled my eyes as I glided into Seattle. More store-hopping. Yippee.
Lizzie's POV:
I saw him coming out of a grocery store. It was that guy from the park a few weeks ago. My jaw dropped. The Vanquish itself was in the parking lot, too! I wasn't going to let him get away from me this time. So, I did what any other car loving gal would do. I revved up my red Corvette convertible and tailed Random Park Dude.
Jacob's POV:
I knew something was up what I got the uneasy feeling someone was watching me. I hate that feeling, and unfortunately, it's one I know all too well. Glancing in my rearview, I saw a Corvette directly behind me. Squinting hard, I could just make out a girl with reddish hair driving. I sped up, just to see if my suspicions were correct. The Corvette sped up, too. Oh, great. Maybe I was going too fast? I checked my speedometer. Nah, I was (surprisingly) within limit, so that wasn't it. Besides, unmarked police cars typically weren't red Corvettes. I took a left turn. The car behind me followed. I took another left, then a right, sped up, slowed. The Corvette stuck to me like a burr. Exasperated, I decided to do something I knew the car behind me wouldn't dare try. Especially with a girl driver. I stepped on the gas, hearing the Vanquish's engines hum louder as I went well over the speed limit, then hit the steering wheel and spun around into the next lane. I got some angry honks at my illegal U-turn, but I ignored them. All I could see was the convertible a few feet behind my back bumper. Geez, what was she, desperate? I broke into a sweat as I realized something. I was being tailgated by a stranger who seemed to know who I was. This was bad, but then again, that seems to be the theme to my life lately.
Lizzie's POV:
I knew he knew I was following him, but that didn't faze me. Carefully, I mirrored the Vanquish's moves, which, I will admit, was hard to do without evoking a crash. Suddenly, the guy from the park spun a majestic U-turn. My adrenaline level jumped a few notches.I had to hand it to him, that dude sure could handle a car. I smiled as I remembered asking him how the Vanquish rode. Well, now the Vanquish rode with a Corvette on its tail. And I, Lizzie Skylar, don't like to be outdone by anyone. Especially not guys. So, heart pounding excitedly, I whirled my little red car recklessly into the northbound lane after him. As I continued to follow him, however, my confidence faltered. Just what was, I doing, stalking some random stranger who could very possibly be an ex-convict? Or an axe murderer? One I'd suspected of stealing a very fancy, very expensive car? Yet still I pressed on. Something told me it was...meant to be. The faraway voices of my ancestors insisted. Not surprising, really, when you considered that six out of every seven with the Skylar name are born shape shifters. And in case you haven't gotten it yet, yes, I am one of the six per seven in that particular statistic. My confidence returned. I cruised on.