A/N. So this is my first fic in a very long time. It's based heavily on 30 Seconds to Mars's video for Hurricane, so I take no credit for that. Also, the characters are not mine and any italicised words are lyrics or dialogue from the video itself.

I'm not sure how long this fic is going to be, or whether it'll even continue after the first few chapters that I've got written- it depends on the reviews/how well it goes down. We'll see.

Oh, and it's entirely AU from the book/TV show. Damon and Stefan are both vampires, and brothers, and a few other details are taken from the book/series, but most of it is AU.

Rating is just for safety and for following chapters.

Here goes- let me know what you think.

Sleep. Sweet oblivion. It was sleep that he felt sure he was safe. Safe from the memories, and remembering what he'd done. That was never the case. The memories came back, worse than ever, when he was asleep. His subconscious supplied all the finer details that he missed when he was awake, remembering. His memories were twisted, more vicious in sleep.

So the resounding banging on the hotel door was almost a relief. It roused him, had him on full alert as he crossed, naked from the waist up, to the door. It was about two-thirty in the morning; who would be calling at this time? More importantly, how had they tracked him down? His 'trip' here was supposed to be secret. Nobody was supposed to know.

He opened it cautiously, looking around for the source of the noise, sighing in disbelief when he saw nobody there. Perhaps his vampire hearing had picked up something a few floors away, and tricked him into thinking it was outside his door. Yes, that must be it. He hadn't been found. He relaxed, dismissing it.

As he turned to go back in, he noticed a few scraps of paper on the floor. Pictures. Of him. Asleep. Obviously just a moment ago. He scooped them up, more wary than ever. The door had been locked, he was sure of it. How had the photographer got in? More importantly, who was it? And why hadn't he noticed their presence? Why had he just slept through this little modelling stint?

As he looked up, his mind turning this over, he saw a masked figure stood in front of him. Not moving. Just watching.

Just watching him.

He knew what the figure wanted, was sure he knew who it was. In a movement quick as lightning, he'd slammed the door shut, and was leaning against it. The figure was no friend of his, and he needed to get out. Get away. Now. Before it was too late, before the figure caught up.

His eyes found the open window, and he reacted without thinking about it as the door burst open. He jumped, landing like a cat moments later.

Pausing, he saw the masked silhouette at his window, and sprinted into the blackness before the figure could catch up. He wasn't ready to face his demons yet, he wasn't ready to pay for what he'd done. That time would come, but it couldn't be now.

It had barely begun; he didn't want it to end just yet.

Of all the people he knew would forgive him for what he'd done, she was top of his list. He had to get back to her, before it was too late. She had to understand everything.

A/N. So... yeah. We'll see how it goes. I'll probably have the next chapter up by the end of today but I'd like to know your thoughts so far! If you've seen the video, you might be able to see where this is going... Then again, you might not be able to!

But yeah. Reviews please! I'd like to know if you think you know where this is going, whether anyone is actually reading it and if there's any point carrying it on.

Until next time~