Keeping Me All Pins and Needles

From the song: Heart Shaped Glasses by Marilyn Manson

Pairing: Human Damon/Elena

Rating: M – for language, some drug/alcohol references and lemons :D

Summary: Everyone knows Elena has always had a wild streak in her that only Damon can seem to get out, but not willing to come between Damon and Stefan, in order to see who she belongs with she decides to go back to 1864…to meet Human Damon.

Disclaimer: I hope L.J. Smith or the CW doesn't pull an "Anne Rice" because I LOVE writing FanFiction about it! I don't own it, if I did, Ian Somerhalder would probably NEVER have clothes on! :D

…you laugh like I'm kidding…

A/N: Okay, for some odd reason, lately I have been totally obsessed with the "19th century Southern Gentleman Damon" so…of course I have to write my own!

A weird thing: I already sort of had this idea in my mind, but I was listening to my playlist and the song "Heart Shaped Glasses" came on and I'm like – "Ooh! PERFECT SONG FOR THE STORY!" …yes, I'm a dork.

Elena may be a little OOC in parts of the story, but I'm not sure. I guess I'll let you decide. Lol On to the story!

Even if you don't like Marilyn Manson (Which most of you probably don't) PLEASE listen to this song. It's definitely NOT at all like what he usually sings/screams. xD I promise! :)

Heart Shaped Glasses Lyrics:

She reminds me of the one in school
When I was cutting and she was dressed in white
And I couldn't take my eyes off her
But that's not what I took off that night

And she'll never cover up what we did with her dress, no
She said: "Kiss me, it'll heal but it won't forget
Kiss me, it'll heal but it won't forget,"

I don't mind you keeping me on pins and needles
If I could stick to you and you stick me, too

Chorus:

Don't break, don't break my heart
And I won't break your heart-shaped glasses
Little girl, little girl you should close your eyes
That blue is getting me high

Don't break, don't break my heart
And I won't break your heart-shaped glasses
Little girl, little girl you should close your eyes
That blue is getting me high
Making me low
That blue is getting me high
Making me low

She reminds of the one I knew
That cut-up the negatives of my life
I wouldn't take my hands off her
She wouldn't let me be anywhere but inside

I don't mind you keeping me on pins and needles
If I could stick to you and you stick me, too
[chorus x2]

She'll never cover up what we did with her dress, no
She said: "Kiss me, it'll heal but it won't forget
Kiss me, it'll heal but it won't forget,"

I don't mind you keeping me on pins and needles
If I could stick to you and you could stick me, too
[Chorus x2]

Chapter 1: If I Could Stick To You

(Elena's POV)

I sat on the couch between Stefan and Damon, watching Interview with the Vampire. It was Damon's idea, yet he was complaining about the many clichés the whole movie, along with making fun of Louis and Stefan for drinking from animals.

"Well, that is a sadistic little girl." Damon commented when Claudia was running around the room screaming.

"Have you never seen this movie before?" I asked him, amused.

"No, but I've read the book."

"You read the book?" I laughed.

"Duh. I knew Anne Rice."

My mouth dropped open. "You knew her?"

He raised an eyebrow at her. "I also slept with her once."

"Ew." I grimaced.

Damon laughed. "No, when she was younger and I spent a little time in New Orleans."

"You lived in New Orleans?" I exclaimed. I'd wanted to go there since I was 8. My mom promised when I was older we'd visit, but we never got the chance.

"Yep," Damon grinned, obviously pleased with my excitement. "For about 17 years."

"That's awesome!" Honestly, it didn't surprise me that Damon would somehow end up in an exciting, mysterious city like that. I glanced at Stefan, who was suddenly frowning at the movie. I turned to see if something on it was bothering him before I realized – it was my interest in Damon's past. I frowned and turned back to the screen.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Damon look at me in confusion for a second before shrugging and going back to the movie. We all three watched the movie together, and I felt slightly embarrassed when the tears came to my eyes when Claudia and Madeleine died. Sadistic killer or not, she was still a child the Louis cared about.

When we reached the scene when Lestat pops up in the back of the car with Daniel, I giggled slightly when he said "I assume I need no introduction," causing Damon and Stefan look at me curiously.

"Don't be frightened." Lestat told Daniel. "I'm going to give you the choice I never had."

As the credits began to roll I grinned. "I love that movie." Then I frowned at the irony, causing both Stefan and Damon to laugh.

"I guess I'll have to take you to New Orleans, huh?" Damon smirked at me.

"That'd be awesome!" I said before I realized he'd said it just to get to Stefan. Stefan stood up suddenly. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to feed." He smiled warmly at me. "I would have waited until you were gone, but…"

"It's okay." I smiled.

He deliberately leaned close to me, though I was sitting right next to Damon, and kissed me. I was shocked at the force of the kiss, and frankly, I didn't like it. It felt too…angry. When he pulled back, he kissed me once more, sweeter and stood upright. "I'll be back soon."

"Bye."

And he was gone into the night.

"Make sure the rats aren't poisoned!" Damon called after him.

I sighed and looked over at Damon, whose eyes were glued expressionlessly at the black screen, drink in hand. Where'd that come from?

"So…" I swallowed trying to ease the awkwardness. "What would you like to do now?"

To my relief and annoyance, a familiar smirk curled his lips and he wiggled his eyebrows at me.

I looked at him in disapproval. "Damon…"

He rolled his eyes and went back to his drink. I sighed irately.

"Let's play a game." I said.

He raised an eyebrow curiously. "What?"

"Let's play a game."

"Okay…" He set his drink on the table. "But I get to pick what game we play." He said with a wink.

I narrowed my eyes at him, my thoughts going straight to strip poker or something lewd like that. A blush began to creep up my cheeks and Damon threw his head back and laughed.

"Nothing like that, Elena."

"Oh."

"Though if you want to go there…" He left the sentence hanging.

"What game?" I blurted, my face red.

"How about…truth or dare?"

"No." I answered automatically, imagining all the things he could – and would – make me do. Where are all these thoughts coming from? Gosh.

Damon mock-pouted and I giggled in spite of myself.

What's the worst he could do? "Alri-"

The front door opened and Caroline walked in. "Hey!" She smiled.

"Hi."

"I didn't know you were here!" Caroline walked over and sat down.

"Yeah, I was-" I looked over and saw that Damon was gone and sighed.

"What?"

"Nothing. Stefan's out hunting and Damon's…"

"Being Damon?"

"Yep. Pretty much."

We sat in silence when an odd thought came to my mind. "What do you think would have happened if I met Damon before my parents died?"

"What?" Caroline frowned.

"Well…you remember how I was before the crash, right?"

"Yeah…"

"Well, I honestly think Damon…" I can't believe I was saying this. "Brings out the old me."

"What are you talking about, Elena?" Caroline raised her eyebrows.

"Like, just now! I was about to play Truth or Dare with him. Can you imagine what he would make me do? Or tell him?"

Caroline nodded, and then laughed. "And probably a year ago you would have. Remember that one time Sue made you-"

"Yeah, I remember!" I laughed at the memory. "That was Sooo wrong!"

"Seriously, Elena. Even I wouldn't do that."

I gave her a look.

"Well…now I wouldn't."

I grinned, and then sighed. "And…that's what I'm talking about."

"So…you're going to…dump Stefan?"

"NO!" I stood up. "Why would you say that?"

"Well…" Caroline inched back sheepishly. "When you met Stefan…you needed a crutch and a…security blanket. That's what he was to you."

I swallowed.

"And…remember when I said 'I got the other brother, hope you don't mind?'"

"Yeah."

"I said that to…make you jealous. Because I thought you'd want Damon after you met him."

"Oh."

"Elena?" I looked up at Caroline. "I think now would be a good time to say this. But… okay, here it goes." Deep breath. "You aren't really any fun to hang out with anymore."

My jaw dropped open. Did she just really say that?

"And I understand why but…Elena, it's not just the vampire stuff. You were so depressed after your parents died and…it's almost been a year."

I immediately got defensive but she was right. I hadn't been myself since Mom and Dad died.

"Alright." I stood up.

"Where are you going?"

I headed for the door. "I'm going to have some fun."

Around 2 in the morning, I walked to Bonnie's house and knocked until she opened the door.

"Elena?"

EI grinned and walked in the house. "Heeey, Bon-Bon."

"You're drunk."

I frowned at her. "Damon's right. You are judgey."

"Elena, what did you do?"

"Ah, ah!" I held up her hand. "It's not what I've done – it's what I'm going to do."

Bonnie crossed her arms. "And what is that?"

"Well, I'm going to 1863."

"What?"

"Shh!" I said. "I don't want Damon and Stefan to know."

"Why would you do that?"

"I can't tell you that." I said and plopped down into a chair.

"Why not?"

"Becauuuse it's a sssecret." EI grinned.

"Why 1864?"

"Because I don't want to run into Katherine." I frowned.

"So…what are you doing here?"

I threw up her hands. "Duh! I want you to send me there."

"No."

I pouted. "Please?"

"No."

I frowned. "Fine."

"I'm going to bed."

"Bye bye. I'm leaving." I headed towards the door, but as soon as Bonnie was gone I grabbed the spell book off of the kitchen table before leaving.

The Next Day (External POV)

"Bonnie, where's Elena?" Stefan asked as she walked through into the Boarding House.

"What? I don't know. She showed up drunk at my house last night."

"What did she want?" Damon asked.

"I…don't know."

"But you let her leave?" Damon scolded her.

"Hey, you wanna try and stop Elena when she's like that, go right ahead."

"Where could she have gone?" Stefan asked Damon.

"I don't know."

A/N: I know, sucky beginning but I promise it will get better! Lol

The two stories that kind of inspired me to write this are: Memory Serves by BadBoysarebest (BEST STORY EVER!) and Unholiest of Tortures by FairyTale87