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Queen of Diamonds

Brooke Penelope Davis scanned the room lazily. The party was boring; she would much rather be back at home, lying in her king sized bed, drinking a glass of expensive wine while watching re-runs of old horror movies. But she needed to keep up her appearances – she needed to keep her face a constant in everyone's mind. So here she was, slowly sipping her fourth glass of champagne while pretending to listen to the very unattractive (but very wealthy) man next to her.

"Penelope?" He asked, running a rough hand down her bare arm to get her attention. She always told everyone that her name was Penelope. It was more elegant and unique – something that was remembered. Only a few people ever called her Brooke, and those people had stopped talking to her long ago.

Brooke turned to look at him, bringing a tight smile to her lips, "yes?" She had been blessed with a intriguing, husky voice, one that made seduction easy. The man was noticeably turned on; she could see it in his eyes, and his pants. Disgusting, she thought to herself, the man had to been in his forties. But again, he was rich. That's what mattered.

"Penelope, I was wondering if you would like to go somewhere more…quiet." He tried to copy her raspy voice, but he only made himself sound older.

Brooke turned her gaze away from him, taking another sip of her champagne. She could probably take one night with the guy if she had a few more glasses of champagne. The diamonds that he would shower her with would surely be worth the awful sex. Plus, she'd had worse. But for some reason she wasn't really in the mood. Maybe it was in fact her lack of alcohol, or maybe it was the fact that she had just been out with a guy last night. She didn't know.

"Why would you want to leave such a wonderful party?" She asked, eyes still running over faces in the room. Some people she recognized, some she didn't. It was mostly the women who she didn't recognize – what did they matter to her. She let their faces remain blurry – that way she couldn't see their judgmental looks.

Brooke felt his hot breath on her neck as he moved closer to her, placing a hand on her waist. "I can give you diamonds."

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Brooke let him pull off her black Versace dress and hold her in all the wrong places. It was worse tonight since she hadn't gotten those extra glasses of champagne. This guy, Larry something, had been eager. Too eager to hold off for any amount of time.

"Penelope," he whispered, running a hand through her hair. She tilted her head back so she wouldn't have to look at his face. That would be too much sober.

"First the diamonds." She whispered back, grabbing her bra clasp and holding it in place before he could make a move for it.

He grumbled, frustrated, but moved away from Brooke and towards his dresser. Brooke walked towards the window and gazed out on the lights of Seattle. For once it wasn't raining and the streets were full of people taking advantage of the cool, night weather. A young couple held hands as they walked down the sidewalk together. The beautiful, curly haired blond opened her mouth as if she were laughing. Brooke frowned. How unrealistic. For all she knew, the blond could be screaming.

Before she could over think the scene, she felt the ice-cold touch of white gold hit her bare neck. Looking down, she ran a hand over the beautiful necklace that was now adorning her body. It was certainly beautiful – one of the most beautiful pieces she had received in a while. There had to be at least twenty three-carat diamonds stringed together. The cost was almost too much to think about.

"Beautiful." She whispered, dropping her hand from the necklace and turning around to face the man who had fastened the clasp.

"Are you ready now?" He mumbled, although he was already unhooking her bra strap.

Brooke didn't say anything; she just focused on the diamonds. They were worth it. She was worth it.

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"Do you need anything..." The man awkwardly reached for his wallet as Brooke pulled her shawl over her shoulders.

"Just the diamonds." She said with as much dignity as she could. That's all she needed, she reassured herself as she walked out the door.

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Brooke threw herself down onto her bed, relaxing into the warm bedding. Her sheets smelled of cinnamon, a smell that never changed since no one but her was ever allowed into them. Brooke allowed herself to relax for a few minutes before getting up to shower.

Her bathroom was nothing like her bedroom. Where her bedroom looked like it was made for a queen, her bathroom looked like it was pulled from a tiny log cabin somewhere in the mountains.

Brooke gazed at her reflection. She was beautiful- there was no vanity in that because it was completely true. Her hazel eyes somehow shined against her deep, chocolate hair. Her dimples, although not showing with her current expression, were a feature that many envied.

Brooke took off her jacket, exposing her tiny, black dress and her new necklace.

The diamonds glittered against her skin, the bathroom lights reflecting their many facets. Each glimmer told her that she was worth it. Each diamond told her that she was worth something of substance.

Brooke carefully unclasped the necklace, and opened her jewelry box. There were twenty other pieces in there. Rings, bracelets, earrings, pendants, necklaces, and even a tiara. There had been more, but some had to be sold to afford her apartment and clothing.

After showering, Brooke opened the box again and put on the necklace along with a pink satin nightgown. She made her way over to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of outrageously expensive red wine.

Burying herself in her cover, her wet hair pulled into a loose bun and her necklace glimmering for only her eyes, Brooke drank half the bottle while thoughtlessly watching Psycho.

This was happiness.

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"Miss Davis?" A soft voice called from the other side of her door. "An invitation has arrived."

Brooke slowly opened her eyes, which began to water due to the bright sunlight streaming in through the windows.

"Come in Rodger," She called out, sitting up and pulling her loose waves back into her ponytail.

The concierge, an old man, bald and short, entered, holding an envelope and a brown paper bag.

"How are you this Saturday morning? Or should I say afternoon?" Rodger smiled, a sweet smile that reminded Brooke of the grandfather she had only met once.

"I'm perfect." She smiled back, taking the envelope and the brown paper bag. She already knew what was in the bag – a fresh croissant. Rodger's wife always made croissants on Saturdays and Rodger never failed to bring Brooke one.

The envelope she guessed was for another party. Breaking the seal, she found out that she was right. The party was for that night, and a there was a special request for her attendance.

The invitation wasn't addressed to Brooke, or to Penelope. Instead, it was addressed to The Queen of Diamonds. That's how she was known around the city. Sometimes, that's how she knew herself.

After a while, people came to know Brooke, or Penelope, or the Queen of Diamonds, for her beauty and willingness to do almost anything, or anyone, for a diamond. People didn't care why diamonds, they didn't even really care about her. But even the judgmental women knew that it wasn't a party unless she was there. Men, even though there were other beautiful women, would line up to give Brooke diamonds for one night with her. It didn't matter that she would only stay for a few hours, or that she would never take diamonds from a man twice. There was something about her that kept people wondering and wanting to see more of her.

"Another party?" Rodger asked as he corked the wine bottle Brooke had been drinking from and placed it in the refrigerator.

"Looks like it," Brooke shrugged, falling back into her pillows. She needed a new dress but wasn't looking forward to the shopping trip. For a second she wondered if she should just stay in since the necklace she had received last night was more than enough, but then she wondered if one could ever be told they were worth something too many times.

"Be careful Miss Davis." Rodger warned for the millionth time.

"Always." Brooke responded once more.

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Brooke walked into the party with her head held high. She was wearing an amazingly short, bright, yellow dress that had a delicate shine to it and left nothing the imagination. Strappy gold heels were laced to her manicured feet. Her hair was curled and pulled back into a loose chignon bun. Her makeup was dramatic, but tasteful. As always, she wore no jewelry. That would come later.

The party had already begun, and Brooke thankfully grabbed a flute of strawberry champagne from a passing waiter.

She wore nothing nor said anything that would identify her as the Queen of Diamonds. People who wanted to know found out one way or another. Brooke didn't care how they managed.

Making her way through the crowd of beautiful people, Brooke finished two more flutes. She felt much better than the night before.

"Excuse me, Penelope?" She heard a voice from behind her and turned around. A relatively attractive man, probably in his late thirties, was standing behind her, holding out another glass of champagne.

"Yes?" She replied, taking a sip of the drink, feeling herself smile as the bubbles stung her throat.

The guy wasted no time, placing a hand on Brooke's arm. "My name is Dan Scott. I just though I'd introduce myself to you. I have heard much about you-"

"Dad." A voice interrupted him, and Brooke turned her gaze to the new man standing in her presence.

He was younger, probably her age, which meant he was probably around twenty-three. Unlike his father, he had light blond hair that was messy, but in a way that made it look like it was done on purpose. But what caught Brooke's gaze the most were his eyes. They were the purest blue that she had ever seen in her life, like the sky after the clearing of a rainstorm.

"Oh, hello Lucas. I wasn't sure if you were going to make it tonight." The older Scott smiled, but in a way that made Brooke uneasy.

"Is that girl here with you tonight?" He questioned, a certain amount of venom in his voice.

"You mean Peyton, my girlfriend of four years? Yeah, she is right over there." He pointed towards the bar, and Brooke couldn't help herself from looking.

Surprise hit her hard when she saw who Peyton was. It was the beautiful, curly haired blond she had seen walking down the street from the night before. Strange how she hadn't recognized Lucas as the boy.

"Well, that's nice." Dan shrugged, turning back to Brooke. "I'm sorry, I'm being rude. Penelope, this is Lucas, my son. Lucas, this is Penelope."

Brooke politely shook his hand, smiling the correct amount and saying the proper, "nice to meet you."

"How do you know each other?" Lucas asked, dropping Brooke's hand.

"We just met tonight, but I think I will enjoy getting to know her better" Dan smirked as if enjoying his private joke and for the first time in a long time, Brooke felt dirty.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Penelope. I have to get back over there, but I'm sure I'll talk to you again sometime tonight." He smiled at Brooke for a moment and then turned to Dan, "Dad."

With that he was gone. Brooke watched him walk towards the girl, wrapping an arm around her waist. She twisted into his arms and laughed – this time there was no chance it was a scream. The way Lucas used his blue eyes to look at her made Brooke feel strange, as if she was missing out on something wonderful.

As she was watching them, he turned and locked gazes with her. Brooke's breath caught in her throat, and something was exchanged in their locked gazes that Brooke couldn't figure out.

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he caught herself wondering for a second if maybe there was something more valuable than diamonds. Perhaps-

"I can give you diamonds." She heard the whisper in her ear at the exact moment the blond haired boy turned his gaze back on his blond haired girl.

What had she been thinking? Brooke tried to remember, but the champagne was getting to her.

"Okay." She turned away from Lucas and stared at his father, "Let's go"

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A/N: Please, please, please review! This came to me and I had to get it out! Please tell me what you think!