Okay. This story will be super confusing if you don't read this. Anyways, this takes place in the 1800's up to 2004 (I switch it around sometimes. Like if it gets really boring.). Daphne is really rich, and is almost royalty. Fred, well he's pretty rich in this too. If you like Velma and Shaggy, please don't be offended by what I write. (Hopefully your not.)
England, 1850
"Thank you for inviting us to your party, Miss Blake. My wife and I have enjoyed ourselves thoroughly." Count Dragulia said, shaking hands with Daphne.
"I wish you didn't have to go so soon." She protested, almost begging him to stay.
"I wish I could too, but alas. My work is extremely important at the moment. I know you understand, Miss Blake." Count Dragulia bent over and kissed her of the hand.
"Goodbye Sir Dragulia!" She curtsied, holding the sides of her beautiful purple gown. One of her butlers opened the door, and shut it as Dragulia went outside, carrying his wife. Daphne sighed and walked upstairs to the rest of her guests. I guess I should mingle for a while. Be a good hostess.
"Hello Daphne. It's such a wonderful party you have going on here." Fred said, coming up behind her, holding a glass of wine. Daphne turned around, an expression of annoyance on her face.
"Hello Mr. Jones." She said strongly, disliking the fact that he called her by her first name. "I'm glad you like my party. Now I must mingle with my other guests." She turned to leave, but Fred grabbed her arm. She let out a startled cry. "Let go of me!" He immediately let go of her.
"Ah. I see you and Mistress Blake have finally admitted your feelings towards each other." Daphne's butler, Jenkins said, with a thick British accent. Daphne also had an accent, but it wasn't British. She had come form Romania, so she must have picked it up there.
"We are not dating!" Daphne said, shaking her head. After Jenkins left, Daphne mumbled something along the lines of, "Stupid butler. Always a disgrace to the family." Fred snickered. "It's not funny!"
"Oh, yes it is." Fred laughed again.
"Now you are going to bring bad luck upon my family!" Daphne said angrily, stomping her foot upon the ground (A/N: She's wearing high heeled shoes.) "Follow me Mr. Jones." Daphne started to walk away form the party.
"Hey, wait up!" Fred called after her. She walked extremely fast, dodging a plate of shrimp and lobsters carried by an elderly man. She stopped abruptly, causing Fred to bump into her.
"Watch your step, Mr. Jones." Fred looked surprised. She rarely said anything nice or as positive as that. She was usually off with her fiancé, Velken Valerious, and traveling to duke's manors, never having time to be polite to others, such as himself.
"Wow. Would you look at that." Fred pointed to a ray of lights in the distance.
"It's beautiful. It reminds me of the ocean (Warning, warning!!! Van Helsing quote coming up!!!) I have never been to the ocean. I bet it's beautiful." Fred glanced at Daphne, and saw her looking far away at the lights. The look on her pretty face made Fred want to bring her to the ocean. He and Daphne had been friends at one point in their lives, but when she had gone off to Romania for six years, they grew apart. Now they weren't even friends, just acquaintances.
"I bet Velken could take you to see it." He murmured. She could detect jealously in his voice.
"Why would I want him to do that? I would want someone more experienced with traveling. Maybe you." She turned and walked away form the balcony with a smirk on her face.
"Where are you going?" He turned to see her struggling to open the heavy door.
"I'm going to see the lights up closer." Fred helped her open the door. She mumbled, I could have done it by myself."
"I'm coming with you."
"Then come with me. Just don't bother me." She mounted one of the horses tied up to the mansion, and rode off into the moonless night.
Did you like it? I promise to write more of it really soon. Or rather type it. I've already written four more pages of this. I will hook Daphne and Fred up eventually. (Maybe in ten or elven chapters). They'll probably meet Velma and Shaggy in the next chapter, and you might see why I've called it 'The First Dimension'. Maybe not.