Loving You Is Dangerous

They had referred to her as many things: a thief; a murderer; a slut; a whore; a threat. Some even referred to her as more positive things: a hero; an inspiration; a courageous vigilante; and her personal favorite: motivation.

She liked the last one, not because of the referral itself, but because of who saw her as that. The name that she was most commonly called, however, was…

Miss Bejeweled, the Greatest Thief in Equestria.

She stole money, jewelry, property, and if the case called for it, sometimes even people and lives.

She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t ever plagued by guilt at some points throughout her career, but she used one of her favorite lines to keep herself motivated.

“I’m a Thief, but I keep what I steal.” She thought to herself, as she snuck through the settlement in the afternoon shades.

There was one particular thing she had stolen a long time ago that she had no intent of ever giving up. It was, in fact, the very reason why she grew to be Equestria’s biggest threat; simply because she wanted to keep what she stole. It was her motto and her doctrine. Something she would always live by.

She closed in on her destination, looking for a particular person. She snuck around the crystal walls of a castle, and then looked around for an easy-enough entrance.

Spotting two chatting guards, she found her distracted opening.

Walking up to the two guards, who seemed unbothered by her presence, she quickly took advantage of their laid back attitude: she elbowed one with great strength in the throat, damaging his windpipe, and thus his ability to breathe, as he fell unconscious. She knocked the other one unconscious by bashing his head into the crystal wall of the castle.

She dragged both the unconscious entities behind a bush, where they likely wouldn’t be found for a few hours, or until someone noticed their disappearance.

She ran to the castle quickly, observing it up and down. She looked at one window and proceeded to scale it, determining that it was her destination. As she jumped in, she found the room empty, much to her dismay. She didn’t bother to loot anything though.

“Objective updated… Let’s find my target. Good thing I have the next best idea of where to look!” Miss Bejeweled thought to herself.

She snuck through the halls, ducking and dodging past the eyes of patrolling guards. She found the hallway leading to the place where she suspected she might find her target. The only problem was the four soldiers standing guard, halberds in hand.

Miss Bejeweled formulated a quick plan, as she knew this castle was the last place she’d want to be discovered in.

As a magical aura coated her body, she felt power rush through her.

With great and immense speed, she boosted forward before any of the guards could realize what was happening.

She then smashed the two middle guards’ heads together, knocking them unconscious on impact. Using the staff of the halberd, she then swung with great strength into the backs of the heads of the other two, knocking them unconscious before they could prepare to engage her.

The magic aura around Miss Bejeweled died, as she took a long breath.

“I’ve gotta keep its use limited…” Miss Bejeweled thought, feeling an uncomfortable grip on her soul and being.

She dragged the bodies into a nearby room, which seemed to only be a storage room. She then ran down the hall, and faced two giant double doors.

She heard a small commotion behind the double doors. As she snuck in the doors, unnoticed, she saw the cause of the commotion: it was Princess Twilight, with her franticness being aroused by a letter she read. Her finger skimmed over it with great speed and excitement.

As she read the final line, she jumped up in frantic-excitement, writing away furiously. She snapped, as the piece of paper she wrote on was sent off.

Miss Bejeweled was confused at her frantic-behavior. Surely, this wasn’t what she got like every time the kingdom was faced with a threat or problem.

“I can’t believe Miss Bejeweled is back!” Twilight said in a low breath, as she began to write away furiously, and peck through several books.

Miss Bejeweled was baffled.

“Does my presence affect her this much? Or is it because of what I now possess…?” Miss Bejeweled thought, observing the Princess.

“She’s got to go down! Or else, Spike’ll…!” Twilight began, before her words turned into inaudible mumbling.

“Spike, the Greatest Hero in Equestria? What about him…?” Miss Bejeweled thought, her interest piqued by the mention of her greatest rival. She tried to sneak closer, in attempt to eavesdrop.

However, as her inaudible mumblings continued, a powerful aura of magic arose from her being, tossing and flinging items around the room.

Whatever she was thinking and / or talking about was irritating and frustrating her, and only excited her magical aura in an uncontrollable manner.

Miss Bejeweled ducked under a flying projectile from the magical force. Every time she tried to advance, the magical aura only grew stronger and more frantic. Soon, Miss Bejeweled figured it would be best to wait the ordeal out, as she sat behind a desk.

She drilled two small holes through it, using her magic, so that she could observe the situation for the time-being.

[Some minutes later…]

Finally, Miss Bejeweled sensed another presence in the room. As she peeked through the holes in the desk, her eyes widened, and her heart thumped with adrenaline.

“It’s him! Spike, my greatest enemy!” she thought excitedly.

She watched, as Spike and Twilight interacted. In a minute, Spike seemed to kill Twilight’s frantic-breakout, and the two talked.

Miss Bejeweled’s watched with unmoving eyes, as Spike held Twilight’s hand and chin tenderly, talking in the most soothing voice she had ever heard to her.

She tried to listen in on the dialogue between them, but she could barely hear anything.

Suddenly, she heard Twilight yell, “It’s that damned Thief!”

Miss Bejeweled couldn’t help but chuckle, amused that her reappearance caused so much dismay in the Princess.

After some more talking, and what seemed like a heated situation, her target, Spike, had finally left the room. Miss Bejeweled, the second Twilight turned to begin writing a letter, jumped out of the balcony of the throne-room she was in, and slid down the crystal wall of the castle into the courtyard.

She decided to hide herself in the tree in the courtyard, as it had a direct overlook of the main exit of the castle. This way, she could stalk her prey the second it left home…

[Some hours later…]

Miss Bejewled was just beginning to fall asleep of boredom, when she spotted a hooded figure dashing out of the castle in black clothing similar to hers, but much less baggy.

“A thief running that fast from the castle?” Miss Bejeweled thought. She looked back, disappointed that she’d have to give up her target for a while.

“I’ve got to chase him, and steal that loot!” Miss Bejeweled thought, taking off after the dashing figure. She followed him for some time through the woods. He seemed to notice her following him though, as he jumped out into an opening, where she would no longer be able to discreetly follow him.

Knowing that her presence was known, she walked out, making sure her face was concealed. The thief’s face, too, was concealed.

Miss Bejeweled began to walk to the figure, but was stopped as he gave her a warning.

“Take not another step, miss. If you do, I can’t be held responsible for your wounds.” The man warned.

Miss Bejeweled chuckled. A lowly thief, giving her such a high-and-mighty warning… Preposterous!

“I believe it’s you who should be worried.” Miss Bejeweled said beneath her hood.

“Just hand over any valuables, and I may consider sparing you.” Miss Bejeweled said. However, the man simply held his fists up, and uttered one sentence.

“That’ll be your worst mistake.”

Before anything else could be said, Miss Bejeweled dashed forward with great speed, and jumped, giving a twisting motion, kicking at the man. The man quickly brought up his forearm to defend, taking the powerful kick with seemingly no repercussion.

“He’s not weak, at least.” Miss Bejeweled thought, gauging how seriously she’d have to take the low-class thief.

She kicked off his forearm, sailing through the sky. Before she could land, she was surprised to see this thief already over her, fist cocked back.

Thinking quick, she made a magical barrier to block the impact, as both landed again. They both studied each other briefly, before Miss Bejeweled jumped over him, holding a blade within her sleeves.

Catching on, the man withdrew his own blade, as both clashed blades. However, Miss Bejeweled was quickly overpowered, as the man pushed back with a great slash, opening up her defense.

She was just quick enough to block most of the damage of the kick the man gave to her, sliding to a stop a few dozen feet away.

Annoyed that she almost took a direct hit from such a low-class thief, Miss Bejeweled dashed with great speed, and slashed at the man’s throat.

The man, with great reflexes, leaned back, dodging it. He then jumped back, tugging on his hood.

“Close shave! Know where I can get my claws sharpened, too?” the man yelled to her in a joking manner. Miss Bejeweled chuckled, but only very briefly.

“You remind me of my friend. He has terrible humor.” The woman replied.

Again, the two dashed at one another, exchanging a series of blows, slashes, and attacks. They seemed to be toe-to-toe, before both finally jumped back from one another.

“You’re clearly no newbie.” Miss Bejeweled stated, feeling herself get tired.

“I could say the same about you.” The man replied.

Without another word, both dashed at each other again, stabbing at each other’s heads. They both barely missed one another.

Both of them then aimed their blades at one another, their blades stabbed through the other’s concealing hood.

“You’re half dead.” The man chuckled. Miss Bejeweled smiled, respecting that whoever this low-class thief was, he could find amusement in such a dangerous situation.

“Yeah, well, so are you.” Miss Bejeweled laughed back.

Suddenly, both ducked while giving a powerful slash at the other’s neck. Both dodged, but the hoods were sliced off.

The forward-motion of the slashes caused both to stumble, and the blades to be flung out of reach.

As both fell onto one another, Miss Bejeweled couldn’t believe that this “low-class thief” was who he was!

“Spike!?” Miss Bejeweled thought in surprise, unable to talk, as she was gasping.

However, he seemed more surprised than her.

“Holy, shit, I can’t, believe it…!” Spike said with great surprise at the revelation of his opponent.

“You’ve been gone for so long…!” he continued. Miss Bejeweled only had one thing on her mind though: not uttering how long it’s been, not catching up, none of that. Just, one, thing.

“Rarity, I’ve missed yo- mmph!”

Spike was interrupted, as she brought their lips together into a passionate kiss…