* Please note: this is not an error. Elise has 'Bob' back and so, going with that, has rewritten/edited her last entry in him. Can you spot the differences? :) Hope it's not too confusing for you xx *

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Dear Bob,

I'm not sure whether it's funny or sad that I found you again today, the irony of if it all is not lost on me.

A year and two days ago my parents sat me down at our dining table and passed over a small parcel wrapped in simple white paper with a pink bow of all things smack bang in the middle. I wanted to hit them over the head with you. I hadn't shown any interest in being Hunter since leaving the Academy. Actually even there I wasn't the most dedicated student and because I had turned eighteen, they still gave me the customary fucking journal to write down all my discoveries and all my adventures.

Cause you know, I did a lot of those things.

Thing is, I have had a lot of adventures, so maybe they were onto something, but prior to those, I'd only go on patrols with Dad, listen in to my parents discussing events and attacks. I'd train with my brother. Jordan. Then Jordan went missing and so started a chain of events that took me out of my comfort zone and placed me in a whole new world; a Hunters world. Though the pages before this might not make it clear, I was actually pretty good at it.

It took me twenty-four hours of staring at the journal on my bedside table before I decided to start writing in you. Even now I hope people aren't expecting a miracle entry that has the answer to the question of life in it. I fought demons, I fought vampires and werewolves and that's it.

That's all most people care about, but I've always been wanted to be seen as something more than Hunter, than a Bunting. Now you all know who I was, even if you don't want to. You saw my life, not the Hunters life - but mine. My feelings, my views and throw in a hand full of boy troubles, teenage angst and a psychotic werewolf set on bringing back some Lord Alpha creature... you get the picture.

I just read though you before starting to write this. Looking back now, I want to laugh, cry and find someone who can send me back in time so I can avoid it all.

No that's not true I wouldn't avoid it - I'd change it.

It hasn't been a full year since the events that changed my life happened. My last entry was well, like all the others. Irrelevant to what was going on around me. Even when I knew the world was on the brink of ending I still wrote about Logan, and Reece and insignificant details like training with Dad or Ailin being her bitch self and kicking my ass when I trained with her, which may I add is soo much better than listening to her stupid riddles and proverb thingos. Trust me on this.

It doesn't matter. The only part in all of this any of you future reader care about is that night shit went down. Do you want me to tell you of how, like my ancestors, I killed the Lord Alpha? Do you want to read about the ritual performed to open the portal or how the end of the world nearly happened? Do you want me to tell you of my encounter with Aaron aka V from the Winters diary? I bet you do.

Fuck you.

Unless you were there, you don't get to know what happened.

Do you know how many people died, good strong Trackers, Slayers and Hunters? You should, stop reading this and go read about them. Do not ever forget them, they don't deserve to become a statistic for their kind. They all fought hard and without them, the demons that escaped would have taken over by now.

Aaron got away, the second I saw him I knew he would. He walked out of the portal so easily, disappearing into the night. As far as I am aware, they haven't found him yet. I don't think they will until he wants to be. There is a task force out looking for him. The Slayers chosen could do it, one day. Maybe. Zane is one of them.

He calls me every now and then to see how I'm doing. I think we're friends - despite our shaky start. Since Jodie died, he doesn't speak to CJ anymore and CJ is working with my brother. I think that's a good thing, I don't like the idea of Jordan being out Hunting alone.

My parents are kind of retired now. Dad took the job teaching at the Academy and Mum works in the training department. She always was kick ass with a bow and now she gets to pass some of that on to people who find it interesting. I like swords too much to waste my time with that - and guns. I don't care if it's playing dirty or unfairly, they get the job done.

Not that I've done much of that lately. Sure I come across the odd demon or vampire who works out who/what I am and decides to try and make a name for themselves - guess which one of us is still alive?

Ronaldo stayed true to his earlier offer of once that was all over, he'd help me start a new life - get into a college and that's what I'm doing now. It's so normal it's almost boring. But there are some perks. Thanks to Hazels gift, only the older kind of monsters are able to suspect what and then who I am. The ring Oz gave me not only hides me from being located by magic, but also masks what ever it is that that tells the world that I am a Hunter. I've met a few other Hunters, Slayer/Trackers and no one has guessed my secret.

Alfie has a whole river system at his doorstep and loves the warmer climate. I'm not going to tell you where I am either, but that was a hint. It's nice having him around and he loves it too. I've just started seeing a guy, a human and keeping Alfie a secret from him is hard. So is acting like I'm just a normal girl.

His name is H; yes H is for human. I met him at college; he is studying art and history. He is actually amazingly talented and drew the most amazing portrait of me! He wants to open his own studio one day and work in a museum. We talk about ancient civilizations and watch documentaries. I know, but I kind of love it.

Nothing seems to phase him and I think if he did meet Alfie, he'd be like, "oh, giant snake, cool" and move on. He likes to sleep in on Sundays and stays away from politics. Every Friday he takes me somewhere new for dinner (I never knew so many types of cuisine existed) He makes me try new things all the time, not just food - but in life. His motto is you only live once and that's what he is doing and what he is making me do too! His passion excites me, drives me and yet I can't make myself love him. I try. God I am trying.

He isn't like Logan.

He isn't like Reece.

When I send you into the council for archiving Bob - it's something every one of us has to do when it finishes and I know you're not even half done but I am done and well it is the law. Anyway, when I send you in I am sending in Reece's journal too. I kept it to feel close to him, yet I've never actually read it until now. The ending is dark, he wasn't in a good place and I wasn't there for him.

He deserved so much more than this life, than me.

I've stopped apologizing to him now, not that he would have heard me in the first place. I will never forget him. His name is tattooed over the scar he left on my wrist and every time H asks, I can't talk about him. All I tell him he was someone important to me and that he needs to be remembered. Like all humans when told something they don't know about he asks why. How can I tell him Reece saved the world? For all his understanding and easygoing nature - a demonic apocalypse isn't going to be taken seriously.

Read Reece's journal, even if Ron said he wasn't going to issue it until mine is done, mostly out of respect to this, possibly final entry.

Do not judge him on what he had become because he was fighting every damn day since he woke up to stop it. He should be honored, remembered. Even if you don't, I will. He made the ultimate sacrifice for us all.

There had always been something about him, thinking back to how we first met makes me laugh and like I am now, cry. Maybe the pull I had felt towards him was more than a passing urge of lust and desire - maybe I should have listened to my gut instinct because then I would have understood what had been going on.

He could have been everything to me. He is everything to me, but who knows how different this whole journey could have been if I wasn't so willing to leave it as a one nightstand. What if I said no, could we have had a chance at something later on? What if I had asked him to stay in the morning? You want a story; you want to know what went on?

Once upon a time in a crazy fucked up world two people fell into something that felt a lot like love and they were too blind to see it. Then again, they probably wouldn't have known what to do with had they worked it out without someone having to die.

Hilariously, he never thought he was good enough for me and so he tried to be a friend. A protector. I didn't deserve any of that because it was my fault it even happened in the first place. There isn't a cure for vampirism, and Reece fought that demon until his death and that just proves how strong he is. Our attraction had been there since we first met and made out in the library - it was never going to be simple, boy girl happy ever after story. I'm not lucky enough to have things work out that way. Or am I?

Anyway....

This time when I say it, I mean it. RIP Reece Black. I miss you. I will always miss you; even if I don't quite know what was real or some kind of fucked up vamp induced thing like V told me he had with Francis, but that's a whole other story for ah, later. Much later.  A year later..... What ever.

Well Bob, this is where our relationship ends and once I'm done with this, my final entry - I hope Logan reads it. I want him to know I am happy now, I do forgive him, but I'll never forget. Logan, thank you for the lessons you gave me, for making my heart stronger and my skin thicker. Sometimes I think Reece was right, maybe you and I could have been something. A Hunter and a Tracker, out to protect and defend the world against the things that go bump in the night, the things humans don't need to know about. But really, I don't know if we ever would have worked out. Maybe one day we will know?

To my readers, thank you for reading. I don't actually give a shit over what your opinion of me is. Did you read this and judge me on my choices I made in my life? Are you annoyed I didn't do log about that night? I don't care. Go write about it in your own journal or whine to Ms. Huntington if you're currently at the Academy.

I'm not your normal Hunter and I'm definitely not like the other Buntings. I am me; end of story. One thing I can't deny is though, I am still a Bunting and there will always be one of us around to stop what ever the monsters have planned, just like we always have.

EB.
(Formerly known as Elise Bunting - as if I'm giving you my new name)