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Note: The following scene takes place while Chuck is on his hunger strike in chapter six.
“What…what are you doing here?” Chuck asked. “How did you know I was here?”
“Seeing as I’m a figment of your imagination, I know quite a lot.”
“I’m hallucinating aren’t I?” he said.
“Bingo,” Delia said as she sat down next to him on the floor.
She then asked, “So, what’s new with you?”
“The short version is that I’m a vampire on a hunger strike,” he said.
She nodded and asked, “Does anyone else know you’re on a hunger strike?”
“No, not really.”
Laughing she said, “That is so like you.”
“What do you mean?”
“How do I say this?” she said. “Chuck, you’re a punk ass bitch.”
“What?” he asked. “You would never say that.”
“Maybe I wouldn’t, but you haven’t spoken to me in three years so you wouldn’t know for sure anyway,” she said.
“I can’t argue with that,” he said. “But why are you being so harsh?”
“It needed to be done,” Delia said. “What you’re doing right now is pathetic and you know it. You’re wasting your second chance just because it’s not on your terms.”
“What second chance?” he asked. “I can’t see my brother, I can’t see you, I can’t be a writer. Everything I used to have is gone and I can’t get any of it back.”
“Says who?”
“Everyone!”
“And since when do you care what people say?”
“Since I died and it didn’t stick,” he answered with a shrug.
“Fine, be that way,” Delia said with a sigh.
“What else am I supposed to do?”
“You’re supposed to fight,” she replied.
“For what?”
“For me, dumb ass,” she snapped. “If you really want me back, it’s going to be one hell of an uphill battle.”
“I couldn’t get you back when I was alive,” he said. “Now it’s impossible.”
“For three years you did nothing but send me longwinded birthday and Christmas cards full of poetry that you should be very ashamed to have written,” she said. “You barely even tried.”
“You made it very clear you didn’t want to see me,” Chuck said. “I did the only thing I could think of.”
“Think bigger Chuck.”
“Just tell me what to do!” he exclaimed. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
“You might want to start with drinking some of that blood over there,” Delia said. “You won’t be much use to me even more dead than you are right now.”
“Good point, but I can barely move.”
“Fight Chuck, fight.”
“But…”
“Fight!”
With all the energy he could muster, Chuck pulled himself off the ground. But he only took a few steps before he fell back down on the ground.
“Well, at least you tried,” was the last thing he heard before he lost consciousness.
