Disclaimer: I don't own Southern Vampire Mysteries, Charlane Harris does. She also owns Tara, which is a shame. This was written for the week 1 Hans von Hozel challenge. The theme was the use of the word "lemon".
Further Disclaimer: I am an English teacher. Don't be mean to me, or I will corrupt your children.
Tara's New Life
Tara packing her bags I done with fucked up supernatural! With suitcase full of weave, another full of vodka drived erraticly LaFayette's old car down windy swamp road. Fuck fuck fuck I hates this town I can has peace in New Orleans!
Car drives scared many animals who run in front to escape, causes Tara to swerve the car oh no!
Tara thought about crazy vampire who kidnap her and wild sex parties she thought memory were lost forever. Crazy ass shit.
Should have bring water, it's so hot. Vodka seem like water in glass bottle, maybe just a sip. Finally the fast road. Renard parish stupid danube road.
Suddenly crazy torturous vampire appearing in onramp. "You should be dead! You isn't real!" Tara shouting, unsure of real and fake. "I wish old car could be this car, to take care of road vamps! Good use for lemon like that."
Not real, not real not real, she chanting to self, pushing down accelerator. Oh no! He real! Body thud against car, twisting and contortion in arc over open convertible.
"What has I done?" *gasp! "He real, but not vampire?"
"I… was tried… to save.. (cough cough sputter) you...from-" guy dies.