There were three things driving Sakura absolutely insane.
First, of all the places in the world to set a story… someone had chosen Forks, Washington? Just because it was cloudy?!
Second, the name was really… is “in bad taste” the best way to put it? Seriously though, “Forks”? For a place with vampires and werewolves?
And third: if she didn’t become an angst-filled, depressed, and utterly socially awkward lovesick teenager, blood would be spilled. Whose blood that may be, she wasn’t quite sure yet. But it would be, like, really bad.
And… wait, was that three already? Oh, one more then. Fourth, she had to choose with whom to spend the rest of her life. Bachelor number one: a blood-sucking, sparkly vampire. Bachelor number two: a werewolf that was in great need of anger management classes. Who would get the rose? Apparently, only fangirls held the power to decide… and they would probably be the ones spilling the blood, in case you were wondering.