AN: Sorry about the mishap with the last chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, and I am not making any money from this fanfiction.
Unknown Stalker's POV
I watched as the blonde vampire—and yes, I was positive they were vampires—looked up at his caramel-haired wife. "Hey, Esme, where are the children."
"They went to Target, remember? We all tried to get to the door at once and Renesmee ended up getting away so they followed her. Ringing a bell?" Esme threw the book she had been reading to the side, waiting for her husband's answer.
Carlisle shrugged. "Nope." Then, his eyes widened and he seemed to realize what Esme had just said. "OH MY CARLSILE! THEY'RE AT TARGET!"
"That's what I just said."
"This is a job for," he stopped to spin around and pull out a badge from his jacket, "the vampire police."
"What are you doing?" Esme asked without enthusiasm, not really wanting to know about Carlisle's insane hobbies.
"It's a new TV show," Carlisle said, "and I want you to be my partner for solving crime."
Esme's gaze held her wariness about the idea, but she took the badge he held out, deciding it might be fun to join her family in messing around for once.
"Vampire Police to the rescue!"
Not if I was there to stop it.