I always wondered why Damon never got another Crow. You know, the crow from season one that used to stalk Elena fro him. He ate it after Stefan had locked him in the basement and Zach had scared Caroline away. But why did he never get a new one? why do we never find out where he got it in the first place?

Well I don't answer all these questions in this fanfic but he gets a new one.

When I started writing this it was fluff... but I warn you - though it has it's fluffy moments - this fanfic is not fluff...

I own none of the characters. the crow is mine. My crow.

THE CROW

Chapter 1

Damon stormed angrily through the forest. How could Elena break up with him? Were all those times that she'd told him that she loved him just lying through her teeth? Of course, what was he thinking? He wasn't good enough for the perfect Elena Gilbert. How could he ever even expect her to even tolerate him? He wasn't good enough for her. He wasn't a good person. He was a murderer. She was innocent and better than him at everything. Breaking up with him had been the best decision Elena had made in her life, she should go back to Stefan; Stefan was the good brother.

He wiped a tear away from his face. He should just turn off his humanity. It was that easy! So why wasn't he doing it? Elena wouldn't approve of that... But what did he care what Elena thought? He'd got the girl and then he'd screwed everything up and Elena had gotten to her senses and broke up with him. Still, he let his emotions run their course, allowed the crippling agony to wash over him as he marched as far from civilisation as he could because he knew that the first human to cross his path was dead. He didn't want to be a bad person; he wanted to be the person Elena used to see him as. But he just couldn't change who he was.

A small tree collapsed as his fist collided with it. Why did Elena still have this hold on him? Why could he still not let go even when she'd made her feelings for him quite clear? But that hug had seemed real... The way she'd called his name when she first saw him had even given him hope... Then she'd taken it all away again...

He stopped his rampage through the forest as a thought occurred to him. It had been a very Katherine like act... But Katherine was dead and gone. Shaking his head, he continued to walk. He didn't know where he was going, just away - away from Elena, away from Mystic falls, away from life.

Eventually he got bored of walking and sat down on a particularly large tree root and then began wishing he'd brought some bourbon with him when he'd ran from the town like the coward he was. Oh if Ric could see him now... He'd slap him across the face and tell him to stop moping. Too bad Ric wasn't here. He did feel like Ric would be there telling him something... Something he was missing... Something that he already knew... But Ric was gone.

"Guess I didn't get the girl after all, huh Ric?" he sighed out loud. No one was there to laugh and scorn him for talking to his dead best friend so what was stopping him?

After what might have been seconds or years, Damon finally stopped staring at the sky, living in his head, and started taking in his surroundings. A bird had fallen from its nest beside him. It was still young having not yet opened its eyes or grown any feathers.

"Aren't you an ugly looking thing?" Damon said to it. For some reason he felt something toward this fragile little creature. It was a crow, something that most cultures saw as a death omen, people feared crows despite their beauty and grace. This baby crow was lost and broken. Damon related to the crow in a way he'd never related to anything ever in his long life. It made him think of the crow he'd had when he first moved back to Mystic falls. He'd always regretted eating that crow after Zach had chased his preferred meal – Caroline – away. And here this baby crow sat, in need of help. It was like fate, if you believed in such things.

The bird looked incredibly weak; the fall had probably caused it to break some bones. On a whim, Damon fed it a drop of his blood in the hope that it would have the same effect on the bird as it did on humans. To his surprise, it did! The bird seemed to find it easier to hold its own head up and soon got more aggressive.

With nothing better to do, not wanting to go back to Mystic falls and face up to the train wreck that was his life, Damon stayed with the bird. He would catch various woodland animals; drink their blood to prevent himself from desiccating – Stefan would be so proud - and feeding the flesh to the bird.

In seemingly no time at all, the crow began to grow feathers and began scrounging from its own food and eventually began to fly. After watching the crow grow up from this weak little thing that would have surely died within the day and into this strong, healthy creature with a bright future.

"Look who's not so ugly anymore," Damon smiled as the crow landed on his shoulder.

The crow squawked at him and Damon sighed.

"I know; I should go back..."

It squawked again.

"But I don't know how long I've been gone, Elena will have moved on by now..."

It squawked for a third time.

"Fine, okay, okay, I'll go back..." Damon got up and started making his way back to Mystic falls. The crow leaped from his shoulder and flew ahead, circling back to Damon ever now and then. "I can't believe I'm taking orders from a crow," he muttered to himself.

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