Decapitation of... who?

Emmett’s POV

Ha ha! I thought as I led the pitch black car into the forest. I could hear the two men inside the car talking quietly, with the occasional raised voice or screaming. Their car was going to be ruined once they got through this. If they did. I was still holding onto the thought that they might give up and resort to going on foot. That would give me a good start. And they’re still firing, I realized as another bullet hit my back, not damaging me in the slightest.

After a while I caught sight of the large white house.

Damn it! I’m leading them home! As if driving through a forest is going to work, I reminded myself.

The front door of the house came into sight, and looking behind me, I realized that my pursuers were still after me. What were they anyway? Monster hunters? 

 I was beginning to smell the rock and tar odor of the driveway. Thinking of Rosalie, I had a sudden idea. Swerving sharply, I led my pursuers back to the road, the darted myself back into the thick of the trees. I heard a crunch of tires as the car hit the gravel drive. And I ran on through the trees.