Her gaze averted to the heavily clouded sky. It was going to rain pretty soon. The crow made a small sound and started to pick up the crumbs.
"An awful waste of time," Bonnie spoke thoughtfully as she rested her chin on her hands, her elbows propped on the windowsill as she stared upwards. "It's strange, though. I absolutely loathe him, I really do. He's so different from his brother Stefan. All he does is for his own good and he misuses and manipulates people like puppets to serve his plans, but every time I think of him, I only see the despair on his face when Emily destroyed the crystal, or the devastation when Katherine wasn't in the tomb... It makes me wonder what she was like, what she's done to be loved so fiercely for such a long time... if she was worth it. Ugh, I don't know… I guess somewhere inside I might feel a bit sorry for him and I hate myself for it," she shook her head to clear her thoughts from the image of the older Salvatore brother, when the crow flapped its wings, clicking its beak at her, the windowsill clear of crumbs.
"You're out of biscuits, aren't you?" She changed the subject and the crow made a croaking sound, which almost sounded relieved.
"Well, maybe there are some more." With a mischievous smile, Bonnie reached inside her pocket, then opened her hands, revealing more crumbs. "But you have to come and get it."
The crow clicked its beak in surprise, staring at her with an intense gaze, as if gauging her intentions.
"Come on, I know you can do it," she said on a low voice, stilling her moves as not to frighten him. Carefully, he took a step forward, flapped his wings again, then hopped closer until he'd reached her small hands.
"That's it, almost there. Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you," Bonnie whispered calmingly and the bird blinked before hesitantly hopping onto her hands.
For a moment, neither of them moved, awaiting each other's reactions, then the crow lowered its little head and started to pick up the crumbs from her flattened palms.
Bonnie slowly let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding as she looked down on the crow sitting on her slender fingers. He was almost as big as her hands, the sharp nails at the ends of his claws scratching the sensitive skin of her palms as he moved around to pick up the biscuit crumbs, clearly avoiding the cut underneath the band aid.
"Good boy," Bonnie whispered delightedly and smiled when the crow croaked indignantly at her words. Apparently he didn't like to be treated like a dog, but when the crumbs were gone, he stayed put and even sat down, allowing Bonnie to cup her hands a little around his body. A warm feeling engulfed her when his soft feathers brushed her palms.
Outside the overhang of the roof it started to rain. A melancholy look passed over her face. "You know, sometimes I feel so lonely. With my Grams gone I realize there is no one left but me and my dad." She closed her eyes and relished in the feeling of the warm feathers against her skin. "And my friends… Elena has Stefan and even Caroline and Matt are together now…"
The crow moved in her hands and made a soft, gurgling sound, much like a cat's purring. It sounded very soothing.
She couldn't help but smile and the crow blinked its beady eyes at her. "Thank you," she said quietly and she pulled back her arms, retreating into her room. The crow, however, looked up in alarm and jumped out of her hands before she had reached the window frame.
Bonnie blinked in surprise at the crow's sudden actions and then nodded understandingly. "Yeah, you're right. You probably would have panicked and gotten injured inside."
The crow cocked its head and croaked softly as if contradicting her, watching the young witch from the windowsill. Underneath her, Bonnie saw the headlights of her father's car approaching the house. "I think it's time for you to go now, birdie."
The bird cocked its head, seeming to nod and spread its wings. With a last look on the young witch he flew away into the dark woods, as Bonnie looked at it from the window with a fond smile.
The following evenings the crow faithfully returned to the windowsill, always around the time when dusk would start to shroud the woods into darkness. And always he would find Bonnie sitting on the window seat, holding crumbs of enticing biscuit. Soon the crow lost all of his hesitance toward her and immediately landed on the palms of her hands, but he never tried to go inside her room and Bonnie was careful to avoid movements drawing him towards the window. Instead she was content with speaking to him in a hushed tone, which seemed to have a calming effect on the crow. The bird's visits caused her mood to lift considerably, much to Elena's relief, though the few times Bonnie met with Stefan, he'd cast her a thoughtful, searching look. He never asked, though.
It was on a tranquil, somewhat warm summer evening when Bonnie's gaze caught the movement of two crows in flight high above the woods. They twisted and turned elegantly, calling out to each other, before disappearing again. Something occurred to her.
She looked down on her crow, sitting contentedly in her hands as it clicked its beak at her, looking up at her interestedly.
"My Grams once told me," she said quietly, "that all crows live in families of monogamously mated pairs. Just like that pair over there…"
The crow didn't seem to notice them, as he trained his beady black eyes on her.
Bonnie bowed forward slightly. "Don't you have a mate to go to?" She asked, a hint of worry in her voice as she watched the bird expectantly.
The crow opened his beak, only to shut it again. It flapped its wings, looking at her with a lost look in its beady eyes, before suddenly taking off. An astonished Bonnie watched him as he was swallowed by darkness.
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My Crow (Vampire Diaries Fan Fiction)
Fanfic"I don't want to stay away from you," she whispered, as her thumb stroked his soft feathers. "You've helped me through the loss of my Grams, you're there when I need someone to talk to and it always seems like you actually understand." --- A Damon...
