Damon gets Even

Damon Gets Even

Summary: "Damon doesn't get mad, he just gets even." Stefan told that to Elena in episode 6 and it couldn't be truer. Watch as Damon gets even with everyone that pisses him off. Starting with BP!

Chapter 1

Damon yawned as he woke up, the morning rays burned in his eyes. He slowly got out of bed and slipped on his usual clothing: black pants, black shirt, black shoes, and leather jacket. He bypassed Stefan in the library as he opened the front door to start his hunting. He was just a foot out the door when the ground suddenly came up and smacked him in the face. He growled as he stood up and his eyes widened when he saw the lawn. Oil covered every inch of the house and grass. Clear, green grass was now dripping in large amounts of oil. Drops of oil would drip off of the house and land in Damon's sleek black hair. "What the heck?" Damon stood in a stupor for a few minutes before storming back into the house, tracking oil in along with him.

He approached Stefan and pointed to the front door. "Did you know that there is oil all over the ground now?"

Stefan looked up in surprise and put down his book. "What?"

"Yeah, and I just slipped in it!" Damon angrily turned away from Stefan and started to walk away when Stefan's compressed laughter stopped him. "What's so funny?"

"I see what you mean about the oil. You have some on your butt."

Damon's eyes literally turned red as he marched up the stairs. "I'm going to find out who is responsible for this!"

Stefan raised an eyebrow. "You mean you don't know? The BP sprung a leak in the water a couple months ago that started leaking oil."

Damon appeared infront of Stefan with a sneer on his face. "So this BP did this to us?"

"Well, technically a hurricane is responsible for this but yeah, this is the BP's fault for not getting the oil cleaned up."

Damon nodded. "Ok got it. The BP will be taken care of."

Stefan could see that evil glint in Damon's eyes. He knew he was going to do something bad. "Just try not to expose us when you're ripping out their throats."

Damon smirked. "Oh brother, did you really think that I'm that inhumane? I'm going to snap their necks and then throw their bodies into the oil so they can rot."

Stefan shook his head. "I think the best place to find the BP would to be in Louisiana."

Damon nodded as he zipped out the front door, careful not to slip on any oil.

The normally fresh salty air was replaced by an overwhelming stench of oil. Waves of water would drag hundreds of thousands gallons of oil to the shore. Oil decorated the beaches with little spots and the water was highly toxic. Damon plugged his nose with his hands. The smell was almost too much for him. He began walking quickly down the sidewalk, trying to avoid any oil as possible. He didn't want a repeat of this morning.