Chapter 2: B.D.E. Again
Strength has been received.
Thankfully, my tool of reckless abandon is still providing assistance when necessary. Despite my state.
I can only imagine what must be going through his mind right now.
"Do I exist? Will I exist? Can I still exude the energy that fell countless women into submission?"
I cannot help but sigh at his predicament. Hang in there my dick. We shall make it through this!
All in all, being a fetus is not the worst thing in the world.
Sure, I cannot speak, nor move, nor possess the knowledge if my dick is still swingin free.
But, this state of "stasis", so to speak, has provided me with an opportunity that, throughout my long, or comparatively short when dealing with vampires, life, I had not been afforded freely.
I have found a sense of calm.
A sense of peace.
For so long I had been moving. Running. Towards something.
First, it was knowledge.
Knowledge on how to survive. Thrive. To always either come out on top or be the one left standing in the end. And I learned well. Truly well.
Second, it was power.
Power in all its forms. Physical power, I obtained. Financial power, I acquired. Political power, I stole. Mental power, I took through sheer strength of will from my very sense of self.
Third, it was peace.
Peace was a mystery. Illusory. Often times one believes themselves to be at peace and achieved a state of oneness with themselves and the world. But, from what I found throughout my life, was that peace was not real. At least not externally. It could never be acquired, as long as other people, places, or things existed. Humans are a curious species, and as long as there is something out there, no matter how small, that can capture their curiosity, then no matter what one believes, a part of themselves will wonder. Will seek. And will not know peace. Peace is something that can only be obtained by those isolated enough that they cannot be influenced and know of nothing that could be influential. Essentially, the unliving. The unthinking.
However, I have proven myself wrong in my new life.
I have found peace.
I continue to reiterate and and reflect on that fact in my mind as I maintain my state of meditation.
Peace has been achieved......because if it hasn't, then as soon as I get out of this fucking container, I am going to rip every single one of those walking metallic bags of venom to fucking pieces and then baby vomit all over their disconnected parts, until I can find a moment of fucking satisfaction!
How dare these fucking vegetarians deny me even a second of fucking solace!
Constantly with their whining.
Give your balls a tug, shit-lickers.
Enough,
I take a deep metaphorical breath in, and breath a metaphorical breath out.
Center yourself.
Become one.
Both of your progenitors have advanced mental abilities.
The emo has not heard your thoughts, clearly.
Perhaps, you were born with some mental components, as well. Just like the girl who is probably being born in a different universe, with her ability to show all that she had perceived.
Focus.
Focus.
Foc...that was a good movie. Margot Robbie, was gorgeous. Such a fucking babe.
Focus.
Hmm. What is that?
Focus.
Focus and Feel.
Yes. . Yes. I feel it.
A pulse.
Inside my mind.
Getting quicker as I focus on it.
Not painful.
Not physical.
Metaphysical.
Is this what protects Bella? Her shield.
But...there's something there.
No, not something. It's not even a pulse. It's simply...what is. As my focus fades in and out, so to does the pulsing. If I hone in completely, the pulsing stops, and the shield or energy, stays in place.
I can shrink it. Expand it.
Yet, it does not interact with anything inside my, based on the feeling I'm getting from the energy that is occupying it, pea-sized head.
This makes no sense.
First off, if what this energy pulse is telling me is correct, then I have yet to really form a brain. And yet, I think. However, not only do I think, but I can interact with this energy, mentally.
Oh, maybe not.
Perhaps, it is not mental at all.
The wolf are believed to be spirit warriors by their elders. They were said to be able to travel outside of their bodies in order to interact with the world as sorts of spirit avatars.
If that is the case, then perhaps, my physical form has yet to truly be in play at all.
This energy was not pulsing inside of my body.
It was being sent out from my spirit, to interact with my body. The pulsing was my lack of control, understanding, and will to manipulate.
If all of that is correct, then currently, I exist as a spirit vessel, inside Bella, inside the fetus that is being formed, thus my lack of feeling, because my body has yet to form enough to accommodate my spirit form.
But, the more I scan, the more I connect, and the more I connect, the more I can understand about my current form.
Details that I should not know, could not know, are instinctively acquired.
I studied the human body. I had to. Weakness and strengths are apart of that knowledge that one needs when engaging in fisticuffs. However, I never studied anything about what I feel from...myself.
I can tell how my body is forming. The characteristics that are being or going to be acquired and embedded. The traits. Even the talent that my mind will produce. How my bone structure will be formed. How my hair will be brown. How my dick will elongate. That's a win.
But more than that...while feeling everything is nice. It is not as nice as what the feelings are telling me I can do.
Is this physiology manipulation?
Perhaps, it's more in line with the shield from Bella that encompasses, has mixed with the telepathy from Edward that can invade, which combined have allowed me to encompass and invade my physical self as it forms.
Weak, not absolute, but I can make changes...changes on multiple levels.
B.D.E. you have done it again.
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