Author's Note
This chapter takes place from the very end of Evil Dread to the very beginning of Saving Private Leechball. I am going to try to bring this couple to justice, and try to pace this story really well. That will be somewhat challenging, because TDAS is supposed to take place during days, though I know that with Reality TV there are days off, where there is no competition happening, so they wont be a happy couple in the next chapter or 3, but this story will not end up being 40 chapters.
It is the Villainous Vulture's first elimination ceremony, and everyone but Lightning knew what was going to happen during this ceremony. Alejandro sat on the stool, and could not help but seductively watch Heather, as he patted the stool next to him. Her face flinched, and rushed to the farthest stool from him, in the front row and the farthest seat on the left, "This will be a fun season."
Chris McLean made his way to the podium to start the voting process, "Alright, it is time for you all to go in the confessional, and to cross out one of these 8x10 pictures of your teammates. Hurry this up, so we can get this elimination over with. Lightning, you go vote first."
Heather could not even pay full attention, as her mind was still on what happened in the shower about an hour ago. The touches are still rippling through her skin, and the goosebumps were soon crawling back on her skin. She turned around, and saw the sexy Spaniard looking at her and sending her a wink, before her stomach churned, with butterflies and with disgust.
As the villains went to confess their votes in the confessional, his eyes never left her pale, and stunning figure. Now that he knew what she looked like without those clothes, it was a slight disappointment to not have more time to cherish that body. Everyone was looking at him impatiently and in irritation, only for Jo to snap him out, "Justin 2.0. Get out of your trance for that anorexic bitch, and VOTE."
Alejandro soon got up on his hands to go vote, and Heather soon retaliated, "And listen here you hairy beast, don't you ever call me anorexic. You do not know who you are talking to."
"I am talking to YOU AND HIM. No one gives a fuck about you being the Queen Bee. Keep on building the target for yourself honey," the blonde lashed back.
Heather could not help but growl, "BITCH, who are YOU to talk to about building a bigger target? You would be lucky if you are not gone in that toilet in a few minutes."
Alejandro purposely hand walked all the way to Heather, and breathed on her ear and neck, sending shivers through her, "It is time to vote," and she quickly got up, not wanting to get fuzzy from the silky voice being right up in her ear.
Chris could not help but chuckle, "I see that things have not changed between you two."
Lightning was in the Flush of Shame, and he was giving his team an unfiltered rant, "Tossing away your strongest team member, you're gonna regret this, especially you Jo. You`re a total Sha-AHHHHHHHHHHH," before he was officially flushed in that disgusting toilet.
Chris of course did his obnoxious conclusion, "Family show people. Family show. Who else is in line for a porcelain goodbye? Find out next time on Total Drama All Stars," before the filming stopped, and everyone started walking off, "Thank the lord he is over and gone with. Don't need the idiot to Sha-spray all over another piece of property again."
Alejandro was walking right behind Heather's luscious thighs, and was going to walk in front of her, before she turned him around, and bent to him, "Your welcome."
"For what Heather? I fail to recall as to what I shall be thankful for. Giving you the present of revealing my naked temple of a body to you? Thankful that I caressed your womanly curves? Say it aloud," he taunted with a grin on his kissable lips.
She grabbed his legs, and dug her nails into them, causing him to flinch, and bite his lip to not scream, "No, you should be thankful because I did not say anything about your pathetic sympathy ploy, which would have caused you to have been flushed down in that toilet instead of Lightning. I give this ploy, I don't know...a week max for you to pull off before you fall flat on your hot ass, and is voted out."
"Thank you for complimenting my hot ass, but I need to go to sleep tonight, so I would appreciate it if you let go of my legs," to be relieved from her grasp, and speaking his final words to her, "And trust me, I will be having a very good sleep. The dreams of Alejandro Burromeurto are always pleasurable...and vivid. I am sure you will have a great night too. Just don't moan too loud when you are dreaming," before hand walking up the stairs and into the guys section of the loser cabin.
It is the next day, and they have the day off, but are woken up extremely early by the arguing of Duncan and Gwen right outside of the tent, "Listen Gwen. I do not get what the issue is. I KNEW that we should not have signed back onto this show when we were having issues."
"I NEVER told you to sign back on the show Duncan; YOU did that on your own so STOP complaining about being here. I am here to rebuild my reputation and to make things right, and I am SORRY if I cannot pay attention to you every 5 seconds."
Alejandro soon exited his cabin, and approached Gwen as he placed an arm on her leg (he had nowhere else to put it), "Hey, what is the matter? Your pretty head should not be stressing in petty arguments. You are much better than that, and are much better than Duncan. A woman of your...talents deserve a much better man."
Duncan shoved that arm right off his girlfriend, and went to threaten the man, "Listen here pretty boy. If you flirt with my girl, or try anything else with her, I will easily rearrange your already surgeon-ed up face, and you'll look worse than you did in the World Tour finale."
"It is called generosity Duncan, which by the looks of it, is something that you are not showing your girlfriend," he hissed right back at him.
Heather grumbled as she exited the cabin, and saw the three of them arguing, "What is all of this fighting about at 7 in the morning. We do not even have a challenge today."
The delinquent started angrily pointing his fingers, as he spoke to Heather, "What you NEED to do is to tell YOUR MAN to STOP trying to come onto Gwen. That shit does not work with me bro."
"Why the hell is he flirting with her?" She wondered, feeling herself grow a lot more angry than she wanted to be.
Gwen grunted and rolled her eyes, "This is so pathetic. I am going on a walk," before walking into the forest.
Alejandro looked at Heather dead in the eyes, and smirked at her, "I am going to go with Gwen too. She needs someone to speak to," before hand walking to Gwen, and leaving two pissed off people.
Gwen did not really want Alejandro's company, and knew that there was an ulterior motive behind all of this, "Okay, what is it you want Alejandro? You have been buttering me up with your overly nice comments, and I know you only do that for a reason. Spill it."
He pretended to be appalled by her accusation, "What? My mother trained me to tend to a lady in need and distress, and I am giving you a shoulder to cry on, though my shoulder is where your leg is. Everyone has noticed that you and Duncan have been going through some problems, and the others, especially that vixen Heather will use it against you. I am the only one that you can fully trust, and you are the only one that I can fully trust."
"So this is about Heather. What is it that you want me to do? Fight with her, so she can run to you, so you can get her in your pants? Help you get rid of her? I could care less about what is going on between you and her, so keep me out of it," she lashed out irrationally before crying, and collapsing on her knees.
Alejandro knew that there was something seriously wrong with Gwen, and sat down beside her to put an arm around her, "What is wrong Gwen? Something tells me that the issue is a lot deeper than what meets the eye."
She started balling her eyes out, before unconsciously revealing her issue, "W...welll, Duncan and I...we had...he had...forced me to get an a...abo..." before stopping when she realized what she about to say, and who she was about to say it to, "No...I am...I have to go... DON'T follow me," before running off .
He could not get up in time to follow her, so he stayed sitting on the floor, mentally slapping himself, "I came off as too pushy. I need her to get on my side. I need to mess with Heath...these people's mind. I won't give up though,"
The Villains had to sit in the mess hall to eat (since the Heroes eat in their spa compartment), and everyone but Heather is missing, "Where is Heather?"
"Who cares Ale-handwalker. I am glad that it is only us that are in here right now, since I have something to propose," Jo cockily spoke, like she has control of everyone.
It was silent for a moment, and Scott could tell that Jo was being dramatically silent, causing him to groan impatiently, "Can you get on with it man-lady?"
Jo slammed her fists on the table, and pointed at Scott in a threatening manner, "Don't you EVER call me that again dirt boy. My proposition is that we get rid of Heather next," only for Alejandro to drop his spoon in shock. Jo still continued nonetheless, "Think about it. She has been in more episodes than any of us here, and she had made it to the end twice, making it halfway in her other season. We need to get rid of her for all of our games, unless you are up for it," with everyone looking at Alejandro.
He was thinking quickly in his head, "I don't want this leech to have control of Heather leaving here, and definitely not this soon. I want it to be solely on my hands, and definitely not this soon," only to realize that they were looking at him, causing him to quickly shake out of his trance, and answer, "I don't care."
"I'm up for it," Gwen added, with Duncan agreeing with a head shake.
Heather entered the cabin, and found it dead silent, with everyone's eyes on her. She walked over to grab some food before walking to them, and groaned in annoyance that the only spot available was beside Alejandro, only to reluctantly sitting beside him, "Why is it so quiet?"
"Because it is quiet, and no one wants to speak," Scott stated the obvious.
She went to waiting, only to feel everyone's eyes on her, but when she looked at them, they all turned away quickly, and it was then that she knew what was up, "I see what you all are up to."
"And what is that Heather? I am sick of your damn attitude. YOU are the reason why we lost yesterday, and you are LUCKY that we did not send you home instead of Lightning."
Heather smirked and flipped her ponytail, before responding to Jo, "I am the reason why we lost? Oh my gosh. That idiot jock is the reason why we lost, and now that I am thinking about it, it was a DUMB choice to get rid of him. YOU are not running this team, newbie."
Jo formed an invisible rectangle on Heather's forehead, "Keep on acting up Queen bitch, cause you are stamping TARGET RIGHT on your forehead."
She could not help but chuckle from what she just heard, "Oh my goodness. THAT is what all of this is about. I...I cannot comprehend how stupid that is, and how STUPID you villains would be to listen to anything she says. THIS idiot is the one who drops her allies as soon as she gets them, and not even getting a chance to use them. But you know what, I have had enough of your ridiculousness today, so I am gonna take this food, and eat outside," and did just as what she said.
Alejandro soon after left the mess hall, and saw Heather on the beach chairs, which he was of course drawn to go to. He plopped on her chair, causing both of them to be squeezed in the chair, "Ahh, this is comfy."
"What the hell Alejandro? Get...g...get off," she complained, as she slapped his muscled chest, and pissed off that there is a deep sense of need that was drawing her closer to his body, wanting to be closer. She tried to get up, but soon found herself wrapped in his arms, "Are you serious? Let me go Alejandro. I am not in the mood, especially after finding out that the entire team is out to get me, but you fools will haw to try a lot harder to get rid of me."
He continued to not get to of the grasp he has on the stunning woman, and her stunning form, feeling the goosebumps form on her stomach as he trailed his thumb across it, "You are completely ridiculous. I never agreed with ridding you off, and would never listen to Jo of all people. The only one who agreed with her is Gwen, so that is only 2 votes," which does not make her feel any more safe, and rightfully so. He then spoke softly in her ear, "I heard that you were muy celosa over me having a chat with Gwen this morning. Don't worry my precious, I would never dare to touch her like I touched you yesterday in the washroom. How are you holding up from that?"
Her eyes widened from his words, and pushed his arms off of her, "I am FINE, more than fine. Remember that only happened because I am ON to you. You have to do what I say!"
"I will definitely do that if you have to be on me, but enough of that. How has the past year and so have been for you?" He asked curiously.
Heather smiled, as she explained her life, "Well, I am about to get my talk show According to Heather, which means I can drop out of that pathetic Journalism program I am in college. I'm one of the only people out of these losers who has a career outside of this show. What about you?"
"Going to model and maybe strip part time now that my body is back, but going to school for 2 majors in Political Science and Latin Studies. I have to say I am impressed for you getting a show, but it would be extremely dumb for you to drop out of school," he advised, before he yawned, "Well, I am tired, but I will say this. You are not doing any favors for yourself fighting with Jo over everything. Have another wet night," trailing her legs before he got up, and hand walked to his cabin.
She clenched her legs to prevent that weird feeling in her lower half, before complaining, "He really needs to stop doing that."
The pair were at the Peanut Gallery benches, and were making out ferociously, while fondling one another's zippers, rubbing and kissing one another ferociously, before falling over, with her on her back, and him on top of her. He broke away from the kiss, "Let's remove these...blockages called clothing," muttering to her before taking off his shirt, as she took hers off as well. His hands went to go pass her zipper and slip through her underwear to instantly insert his pulsing, manly fingers in her sopping cunt.
"Oh my gosh," she cooed, as she shimmied her shorts off, with his fingers still in her vagina. She took his fingers out, and started sucking them seductively, before demanding, "Take off your pants. I can't take it anymore."
Alejandro soon got rid of his pants, and hovered over her, planting kisses on her, and to groan when she took his dick out trough the hole of his tight boxers, stroking it urgently, grunting from her touch, "Ahhhh mi amor. Your seductions have me putty in your hands. I am gonna make the sweetest love to you. Let me have you."
He took back his cock, and easily slipped into her deliciously warm and wet cunt, thrusting in a fast and urgent speed, causing her to clench tighter to him, and dig her nails into his incredibly muscular back like her life depended on it, "Ahhhhhhh ALEJANDRO, just like that."
She started sucking and nibbling on his ears and neck, which only made his body twitch in delight, and awakening the dark depths of him that wants to pump in her harder. His waists were slamming her waists, as his entire cock entered and thrusted out of her hot box, and started breathing heavier, "Ooooohhh. You feel soo goooddd. Fuck."
She tightened around him, and both started to scream aloud from their heightening and peaking euphoria, only for her to demand, "Flip us over. I need to fuck you. Please Alejandro," and almost instantly, he was on his back, and she was squatting over his filling cock in a fast and exhilarating speed.
Her squinched up facial expressions, her flabbing feasts and body parts, and the sexy moans were turning him on, and her warm and wet cunt that fit so nicely around him, and he could not help but wan to blow in her tight hot box, "AHHHHH, Heather. I'm gonna, AHHHHHH," screaming from the top of his lungs as he started to meet her thrusts, and as they grasped onto one another for dear life.
Soon enough, the voice of an angry woman was heard, "Hey Alejandro. Wake up. SPANISH ROBOT, GET YOUR ASS UP."
"Hey Alejandro. Wake up. SPANISH ROBOT, GET YOUR ASS UP," Jo yelled at the sleeping spaniard, shaking him awake.
Alejandro soon woke up in a frantic manner, and saw Jo's glare at him, and the entire team waiting for him to wake up, "Wait, wha..what happened?"
Duncan rolled his eyes, "It is challenge time, and we are late. You and Heather took forever to wake up, and now Chris is gonna be on our asses even more now."
The World Tour villain soon out out of his bed, changed into his normal clothes, and hand walked out of the cabin with his teammates. Heather approached him, and could not help but rub it in, "You know everyone on the team heard you moaning, right? I would say that I am flattered, but it is very creepy."
He rolled his eyes and kept it moving, "They did mention that you woke up late as well. Why is that?"
"That is none of your concern, freak. Just don't lose the challenge and make an ass out of yourself, meaning don't break your cover. At least make sure I am around when you break it, so I can have something to laugh at," she shut down, not wanting him to know that she was dreaming of the same thing, before walking backwards to Gwen, "Listen, I'm sorry about what happened yesterday. You're right, teamwork is key. Apology accepted?" offering her hand to the goth, and trying not to throw up from the utter bullshit she was saying.
Gwen was reluctant, but went along with it, and gave her a handshake, "Wow, sure."
Alejandro was shocked when he looked back to see Heather speak to Gwen, "She stole my strategy. That mynx." He waited until Jo was done speaking to Gwen, and gave Heather a glare as they passed one another, and he walked to Gwen, who just finished speaking to her boyfriend. He continued his charms, and working off of what he knows of Gwen's issue with Duncan, "If you were my girlfriend, I wouldn't let anyone gaze at you less they spoil your ethereal beauty. Just something to consider," before he walked off, thinking to himself, "There is no way that Heather and Jo is gonna steal my strategy I have been working on for the past few days. Soon enough, Heather will be the one I need. Wait, no. I will be the one she needs," smirking as everyone made it to Chris, who started rambling on and on about the challenge.
If you have not noticed yet, the other characters of the Villainous Vultures are kind of like supporting characters, and take note that the Heroic Hamsters are pretty much non existent in this story. I gave Gwen and Duncan a bit more screentime because Alejandro was working on her for Evil Dread and Leechball, with Heather joining in at the latter episode. The next episode will focus solely on Saving Private Leechball.
