iBob. Bob. Bobaroo. 

I feel like it's been too long between entries. Confessions. Logs <- I find that word hilarious for some reason.

What can I say? I've been, busy. 

Like seriously busy, doing serious stuff. 

Moments that are just, quiet and calm, I try and find some guilt for what I did. There is none. I think Hecate's last request was her taking that away, giving me permission, a sign it had to happen. There was just something else about that night, that moment, that felt right. Ivy wouldn't have stopped. I wasn't going to be a Batman and leave my nemesis alive to come back again and again and again, forever a pain in my ass. 

I guess, I'm just going to close that chapter and move on.

It is what it is.

Speaking of pains in my ass, Apollo is doing my head in. He means well, but its too much and then I tell him that, and then he asks what do I want of him, and I don't know. 

I love him.

I need him.

But. . . . . . . .

I need me, more.

Does that make sense?

That first day on my own was bliss. I went across the country and ended up at the main Council Headquarters. I trained until I felt like I could sleep, checked into a hotel, ordered room service, drank a lot of bourbon and then slept for twelve hours. Of course, Apollo appeared when I woke up, we 'reconnected', talked about what happened, and he doesn't know who Ninja bitch could be either. We spent time at the beach, crashed a wedding - the bride was the friendliest person I have ever met - and I actually mean that in a good, not mocking her, way, visited Oz (briefly, he had family in town and it was hectic) reinforced some boundaries to a small group of wolf shifters and ended up at what had been Logan's house for a couple of days, just, reconnecting some more. 

It's been pretty, great.

And yet, that time on my own, I am still craving it.

Side note: Hades still isn't talking to us.

I have also been thinking about everything that happened with Hecate. I felt she was telling me more than I realise, I just, have this feeling and then an alert went out on the network, some council crap and a bunch of new missions which should keep Jordan happy if got one. Vampires made another power play, but were stopped by a small group nearby. Which then took me back to what happened and now seems like it occurred years ago with everything else that has gone on.

The vampires that attacked those innocent people on TV were never brought to justice and it all became so clear at this point Bob. 

Isn't it obvious? 

Can you see it?

I was born to be a Power, one of the gods, Bob. 

I am not just someone who got lucky(cursed) and received them by accident. 

They don't control me, or define me. They are just a part of who I am. How did this moment of clarity come about? Well, duh!

I am a Hunter.

That is my gift, my ability, my talent, my true power.

I have never been like the others because I was not supposed to be.

Well played fate, well fucking played.

Elise Bunting.
(Hunter Extraordinaire)