A/N: Hey readers! Me again! This chapter might be a little short but hey! I had holiday classes! Couldn't blame me entirely you know. Read on and pls review!

Chapter 7: Revealed!

"Ah!" I exclaimed. I had landed on something soft. What is it, I couldn't tell. It is too dark to see anything. "Velma? Are you here?" I asked into the darkness. No reply. I started to panic when a small voice said, "Daphne? You're here too?"

"Thank goodness! I thought you had fell into another room or something!" I gratefully replied. "Where are you Velma? I can't see you!" I said, trying to find here by searching blindly. "I'm here!" she called. The next minute she is by my side.

"Wow! How did you do that? I don't even know which way is up!" I exclaimed. "Well, I lose my glasses so much I have gotten used to it." Velma said, a hint of laughter in her voice. "Now we both can't see!" I joked, trying to make the best out of the situation.

"I wish I can though! Then we would be able to get out of this creepy room!" Velma said. "Do you think the guys will be able to find us?" I asked Velma. "Maybe, maybe not. Remember? We are in the hands of a murderer! It is different! At least during those times when we are chasing ghosts, they are not so vicious!" Velma sounded strange, nervous even.

"Are you alright Velma? You sound strange! A bit too hysterical in fact!" I asked, concerned. This is not like her. I thought she would be calm and figure things out, but she is not. Can't blame her too. We might just get killed anytime now.

So, I decided to divert the subject to something else. Shaggy. "Velma? May I ask you a question?" I asked her. "Do you ever think of romance or maybe even getting married and settling down?" Silence. I could tell that she was pondering over this question.

"Yes. I did think of it. And I even thought of someone who I could spend my life with." Velma answered, very calmly. "You know that person too." She announced. "Is it Shaggy?" Silence then hung in the air. I was almost bursting with anxiety. Is it Shaggy?

"Yes, it is he. But I don't think that he likes me that way." Velma replied sadly. "Maybe he does?" I told her. Maybe we could confess everything now, I guess, because we might not live to see the light again. "Hope so!" she said, then asked, "How about you and Fred? Do you like him?"

Do I like Fred? That seemed so absurd! I mean, I have known him for my whole life and now then I like him? I like Fred in a friendly way, that's for sure. But as a lover? Do I like him that way?

"I... I don't know!" I said. I guess this is quite an honest answer. Hey, I am now almost at the edge of death already and I am supposed to fuss over relationship problems? "How could you not know? You are with him everyday!" Velma said, as if she can't believe what I had just said.

"Well, if Fred knows about this, he would surely die of sadness." Velma said. Does that imply something?? "Velma? Did he tell you something?" I asked her, almost knowing what is it. "Yes Daph! He loves you! He confessed everything to me the night you stayed over at my house! Can't you see it? It is so obvious, it is almost written on his face!"

Fred loves me!

A warm feeling filled me. Is that happiness? I couldn't help wondering. How did I feel about him? Aren't I torturing him when I go out with Henry Kinsman? How cruel could I get!

I suddenly felt guilty. Fred must have thought that I knew! That's why he is always so caring and affectionate towards me. The sleeping in my bed, and everything! Oh! Silly me!

Just then, a space in the wall opened up. I blinked at the light and struggled to see what is going on. "Ah! Daphne Blake! I have been waiting for you for a very long time!" a person chuckled. It is the murderer!

"Don't you get near to me!" I yelled at him, trying to fend him off as he came closer. "Come on! Are you scared? Don't worry! I am just going to have some "fun" with you! I won't kill you!" He said, grabbing my wrists, hard. "Let me go!" I yelled at him, trying to hit him at the same time. I couldn't. He was too strong.

He dragged me out of the secret room closing it as we went further away. "Velma! Save me! Help!" I yelled. No use. The door is solidly shut by now, leaving Velma alone in the darkness.

"Who are you and what do you want?" I demanded, tears falling down by face. I couldn't deny it now. I am really afraid! Where exactly is he bringing me? What is he going to do to me? "You will know when we get there.

That madman then dragged me into a room with a table, a cupboard, and a double bed. He threw me on the bed. HELP! That man then locked that door shut behind him, and turned around. "Aren't you pretty? Such a nice figure too! It would be a waste if I could not have you!" he asked.

A feeling of terror rose in my chest. He is going to...rape me? Oh god! Help me!

The man tossed his shirt off, then look at me, lust sparkling in his eyes. "I suppose I could let you see who I am, before I could "deflower" you!" He said, then a evil row of laughter followed.

He turned his back to me, and then proceeded to take off his mask. That person then turned around, and asked, "Recognize me now?"

I gasped.

It was Henry Kinsman.