A/N- Wassup? It be TOBN here with another chapter of What If!

Yes. This is it. After all that waiting and being too lazy to write this story (I am very good at procrastinating; especially when it comes to this story, as sad as it is. Le sigh!), I am finally going to write the last two chapters of this story and give it the ending it definitely deserves.

Yeah, I always said to myself "HEY! I should update that one story I never update...what's it called...What If! I should update that!". I promise you; I actually tell myself that every morning. And until now, I never did. And I apologize it took almost a month to update this. But I mean, I promise you, I have been mentally preparing myself for this. The time I will finally finish this story in one week. I promise. I will do everything to make sure you will get the last chapter by Saturday's end. If I don't, go ahead and sue me. I am doing everything in my power not to be sidetracked: I have my favorite playlist of Broadway musicals playing, headphones on, and completely enclosed myself from the internet before I get any distractions.

I'm ready. (lol; serious moment)

Okay. On to shoutouts...

thebestofhope- Eeks. It sucks being grounded. I remember I got grounded once, and I couldn't use my laptop for a whole week. I basically died. I honestly don't even know how I'm here right now. But hey; we all have those days, right? Jokes! Anyway, I am glad you are liking the chapters. I hope you like the last two chapters as much as I love writing them. Thanks for your review!

MBAV fan66- Yeah, it was definitely out of my comfort zone. I, being a pure virgin (waiting for the lucky man ;D), had no experience whatsoever with writing this, but [how do I explain this without sounding like a pervert...] I have read a bunch of...Rated M fanfictions about it to...er...better inform me. Man, this is sounding more wrong every time I utter a word. MOVING ON. Jokes! Thanks for your review, fanfic buddy! :)

LoveShipper- You're right! Probably Erica being more powerful, because, y'know, Ethan's a seer and all, but hey. You never know; Seers might be the more weak minded out of all supernatural characters. Who knows? Anyway, thanks for your review, my friend!

123456789vampire- Thank you! I should definitely thank the person who told me to be a little more raunchy (shoutouts: luvjaci, baby *says it like Adam DiMarco (Acting's Cool)*) Jokes! Nevertheless, glad you liked it, and thanks for the review!

This is the Fanfic Buddy special, where I combine my two fanfic buddies' ideas, (MBAV fan66 and tomo338) and turn them into ONE! DUN DUN DUN! Jokes! So the episode tomo338 did was 'Guys And Dolls' (fun MBAV fact: That's a musical :D), and MBAV fan66 has chosen Rory/Erica, which I don't believe I've done yet. So join me, in which appears to be the most scattered and AU storyline EVER (thanks to me, of course)! Jokes!

Drop a review, and...

ENJOY!

P.S- The following is pretty wild with a lot of run on sentences and unnecessary explaining, it being a mainstream of the brain, thinking, I suppose, and also is a new style of writing I've been thinking of trying...?

What if...

In Guys And Dolls, what if Rory found the Erica doll and kept it? What if Rory brought it home with him, not knowing it was actually Erica? And what if Erica could actually see everything, and just not move or speak? What would she hear when Rory brings her home and actually talks to her?

Pairing: Rory/Erica

Erica felt nothing more than an odd, drained feeling in her stomach when Debbie's hands made contact with her shoulder blade. She was enveloped in a flash of blue, and her world went fuzzy. She felt her skin tighten, and her soft, luxurious hair crisp into harden threads. Her clothes were thickened and her eyes were unfocused. What was happening to her? What on earth was Debbie doing?

The world didn't black out, but she felt her muscles shrink. Her fangs popped out, but wouldn't retract - why couldn't she move, exactly? - and her eyes blinked, but never closed again. She would have usually felt an odd, burning sensation if she'd stare too long at something, but that shrivelling feeling was gone, replaced with orbs of what Erica detected as plastic.

Had she ever had plastic surgery? No. Of course not (After all, a body like this didn't come so easily, she'd like to think). So why on earth would she feel plastic? Actually, this wasn't even plastic surgery she was feeling. She was literally feeling plastic.

She could still see - not like seeing was really a main factor here - but it was merely a blur of a world that slowly seemed to slip from her fingertips. She felt herself tighten, her skin stretching and hardening. It was a rather unusual force that Erica wasn't really use to, and it wasn't like she could feel pain, but it was rather a numb and uneasy feeling.

Now that she actually thought about it - which she could surprisingly still do - her whole body was feeling numb and hard, something she wished could control, because it was starting to become bothersome as she spoke - or rather, thought.

She then felt as if her body was wrapped with a thick and human like feeling (did humans really have a certain feel, anyway?), as if someone was holding her. But it felt a bit more different; she had been feeling herself shrink, and the "hand" (because that's what you normally hold things with, no?) was growing bigger. Was she shrinking, or rather was everything growing...bigger?

A question that was still unanswered was yet another thing to add to the confused mind of Erica Jones.

Now she felt herself stop shrinking (or staying the same, depending on the situation), but it wasn't like she felt anything much now. She was completely still - posed, if you dare say - and stayed that way. She tried to wriggle herself free, but it wasn't like she could actually move anyway.

Wow, all this coming from a girl who basically was in a fight with a life sized, robot Katy Perry (in her opinion, anyway) in a bathroom.

She then heard a cackle. Well, not really hear - unless she could actually still do that, and it wasn't just an echo in her mind - but you would know what she meant, right? Right.

Anyway, drawing away from that strange realization above, Erica then felt a feeling of being let go - what the hell does that mean? - and felt a huge rush of air below her, as if she were falling right into a bucket of air - which of course, as we all know, is physically impossible.

So what was she doing?

Slipping?

Tumbling?

Falling?

Better word: dropping.

Yes, that's it. She was definitely dropping - or at least, being dropped. She was of course, doing everything to do with falling anyway, she'd like to think, like how she was slipping out of something (which she had yet to figure out what that 'something' was), or how she was falling into what seemed like an inevitable death.

She was being dropped.

How could she be dropped? Unless this was some slow motion effect of being socked in the face and being flown in the air - which was highly irregular, since she, indeed, was a strong vampire - this was something completely absurd.

(Yeah, remind Erica not to let all this thinking get to her, because now she was definitely confused)

Another cackle ran through the air and she felt herself landing onto the ground - feels like marble, or tile, or something like that - and a small 'thud' ringing through her ears, along with the sound that sounded like plastic falling on the wooden floors of her house. (how irrelevant)

And there, she stood. Or sat. Or laid. Whatever she was doing: she couldn't look down to see anyway.

She just stared emptily at the ceiling, feeling quite dead - although, now that she actually thought of it, couldn't possibly be an option - and just staring vigorously at the whiteness that was the ceiling. Just. Staring.

She didn't know how long it has been, her just being hard and stilled - literally - on the ground. It must've been hours.

But suddenly, to her surprise (as if she actually had emotion still; wasn't she just an emotionless...thing, on the ground?), she heard a door open and, as much as she wanted to move her gaze to the noise, she couldn't. So she just stayed there, mouth slightly open, fangs still popped out, and just stayed there.

Still being...still (does that make sense...?)

Something thundered towards her - sounded like a giant - and in the corner of her frozen eye, she saw what looked like a shoelace, white, but stained. Stained white, perhaps? Was that color?

"Sorry in advance if any girls are in here!" A thunderous, slow and loud voice echoed through what seemed to be, to Erica's stilled eyes, a bathroom (how did she not recognize that tall, sterling white post beside her anyway? A sink. Duh!)

Was that - was it - could it be - are you serious -

Rory?

"Who the hell would bring a doll into the washroom?" Rory, as usual, according to Erica, was talking to himself in that usual tone of his, and she was able to see his face. Those fixed, curious blue eyes, and the striking blonde hair. His face - oddly larger than she remembered - was the only thing she could see. He cocked an eyebrow and then she saw what seemed to be a hand come at her - what a large hand that was - slowly, but surely.

And wait. A doll?

And she felt her vision blurred with a peach color, and that was basically what she was enveloped in. (was that the proper term? 'enveloped in'?)

She, for the second time today, felt herself being lifted up. Yes, lifted up.

Upwards.

Maybe she was being...picked up?

(Makes sense, if she was being dropped in the start, now being picked up. Makes sense)

"Wow!" Erica could practically taste the words that Rory spoke (if possible, which it's probably not). "This looks like Erica! It even has fangs like her!"

Erica screamed in her mind - which she wasn't so sure if she still had it or not - that it was her. It was her! Those fangs you saw, Rory? That's hers!

She saw the sterling blue eye in front of her, making her gulp - again, if possible, because, as she just learned, she was basically a toy - and shiver - you don't need me to explain the whole 'possible' concept, right? - in worrisome; was this what an eye look like?

"Either way, this is the perfect toy for my baby cousin! Better put this in my bag." If she could, Erica would picture her eyes widening in fear; she was a doll, going to a baby cousin. That - according to all the Toy Story movies - was a toy's worst fear.

And she felt her stilled figure tumble into what seemed to be a backpack (an unusual smell it had, but then again, this was Rory's bag), and saw as the last bits of light disappeared with one zip of a zipper, and she was engulfed into blackness.

After what seemed like an eternity - which, trust me, is a long while for vampires - Erica finally saw the light. She heard (again, with the whole 'if possible' concept) a zipper zip - that's what they do after all, and Erica felt like it was needless to explain that - open, and Erica was introduced to light once more.

As Rory - so she assumed, (and hoped, because the last thing she needed was a person who might've stolen Rory's bag and basically kidnapped her, although that was an bizarre conclusion) - placed her down on a wooden surface - probably a desk - and rolled onto his desk. Everything seemed so much bigger like this; was this what insects see? Perhaps. Perhaps not.

(Ranting, in thoughts, once again, no)

She, from the corner of her eye, saw Rory, unnecessarily spinning around on the black velvet computer chair, his finger pressed against his chin.

"Wonder where Erica went. I hope Debbie didn't rough her up or something...that girl is a serious freak" She heard him say (no way am I explaining this 'if possible' concept, because by now, you must be getting bored of that)

Yeah, Rory. She was a serious freak. A serious freak who also happened to turn a vampire into a marionette of herself.

"I mean, I'm seriously regretting turning her down now." She heard the vampire say, now rolling over to the desk she was on - or rather, laid on - and pressing his chin in the palm of his hand, elbow on the desk as he looked down at the Erica doll (how, Erica wondered, did he not pick up on this now?) and frowned, lifting the doll up. Erica felt a breeze (if possible - I'm not launching into that again) and was met with Rory's thoughtful face.

"God, if Erica didn't have to be so mean sometimes, and just stayed the same dorky and cute way she was before, maybe it'd be easier, you know what I mean, doll like Erica?" Still annoyed at the blonde vampire, but now slightly stirred, and dumbfounded, Erica curiously continued to listen to the conversation - or at least all she could listen to still.

"Why do I bother, huh, doll who I don't know why I'm still talking to?" Her plastic eyes saw Rory face palm. "I guess this is why she is so weirded out by me." Thinking pause. "That's probably why a lot of people are weirded out by me, now that I think of it, huh dolly?" Rory said with that goofy grin Erica adored...wait, what?

"I wish I can show her I can be a great man. I would do absolutely anything for her. I would love her 'till we die. Which we can't. So this was a love no one else can offer her. I'm not always a goofy doofus...right? I can be the guy she'd grow up forever with. Or at least, stay young with, since we both have this whole immortal thing going on. Why, huh doll?"

Erica listened carefully to the tone of his voice; it was something she never heard in the blonde vampire's voice.

"I really love her." Was the last thing he said, throwing the doll softly onto the table and walking out of the room to get a drink.

This left Erica - or at least the plastic version of her - alone, in the vampire's room - which was oddly neater than she anticipated.

Did Rory really love her that way? One; he really cared for her, and was concerned for her. Two; he was not trying to get into her pants, which most boys wanted (but who can blame them?). Three; he loved the old her.

And not many people did.

Suddenly, she saw so many lights and felt really jittery. And she felt herself being stretched. She grew, she could feel it, and she felt her muscles loosen. It was really sore, but it was really refreshing at the same time. Seriously.

Erica then felt a crack, and she realized she was curled up on Rory's desk. She gasped as it broke at the pressure, her back breaking through the shelves.

Rory probably heard the crash, because he rushed to his room again - as fast as a vampire could - and saw Erica in a rubble of what was his desk. Papers and books were scattered, a jar of pencils spread on the wooden floor. Rory's eyes widened.

"...Erica?" He questioned, eyes blown wide.

Dazedly - of the crash and of her own thoughts and emotions - Erica staggered towards Rory.

And kissed him, hard and passionately on the lips.

A/N- I really liked this! Fun writing :)

Anyway, drop a review, and the epilogue is later this week :)

In Fangs, We Trust