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HOW DOES ONE manage to make it from New York to Forks, Washington in just a day and a half? Simple; by being a vampire.
Scratch that, not so easy. Running was exhausting even for a vampire. Especially when the trip had been so abruptly last minute that said vampire was not given time to pack any essentials. Sadie Cullen had been miles away from her new home in Ithaca without any clothes, her phone had been on a measly fourteen percent, and she was starving. And considering she could not just go up to random people on the street and ask them if they just so happened to be Dracula's reincarnations as well with a stash of blood in their homes for emergencies that they could be so generous as to lend her just a bit; she was at a loss.
Thus being why she could not keep running. She was tired and weak and still about seven towns away from Forks. There was no way in hell she could make the trip with how low on energy she was. She had been stuck at a crossroad and doing her best to remain grounded.
So there she sat, on a bench outside of the town's diner with her head rested in her head and a deep caving feeling in her chest. She had not been allowed inside. After asking the woman behind the counter if she could charge her phone, she had only been met with the response that services like that were only for customers. But Sadie had only left her home with the twenty-eight dollars in her back pocket and she would be damned if she let it go to waste on a meal she could not even eat. And the giant sign right on the door of the establishment had been enough to let her know she was not welcome to sit inside and loiter.
There had been a dark cloud looming over her—which had been quite ironic considering the fact that Forks was still a long way off and there was no sight of gloomy weather. But she supposed that had been something she naturally carried with her. A permanent form of baggage. She was unsure of how much longer she could make it without something in her system. She was already falling apart at the seams.
