Dearest readers - some young love and Apocalypse for you! All credit for the characters of Jacob and Maggie go to my dear friend 'Kat', who also is behind Jay and Andu and so many others. Without her, my fics would be boring as Hell. Hope you like this, and please leave a review.

Part IV: Streamline

Chapter: My girlfriend is the Antichrist

It's not everyday, that you get to hear that your girlfriend is the Antichrist.

Even if Jacob sure was used to weird shit happening in his life, this was still pushing it.

They were sitting at the kitchen table in the green house, that was the only home Jacob knew. In this house he had lived most of his life, with his adoptive parents Amanda Myers and Andu, who had taken him in when he'd been only a couple of years old. Jacob had no real memories of the time before his life in this house, but of course he'd been told of his origins. His mother, Sarah Jones, had died in a car accident, when Jacob had been just 2 years old, and only then had he been introduced to his father, Michael Myers. Too bad that Michael was a touring jazz pianist, who had absolutely no intention to put his career on hold to raise a baby he had never wanted in the first place - so he had done the only sensible thing, called out a Myers Family Emergency Meeting, to discuss what to do with the boy.

There, it had soon been decided, that Amanda and her partner Andu would take Jacob in. The decision had been made by the toddler himself, actually, as he had climbed to sit in Amanda's lap and fallen asleep there, and thus the matter had been settled.

Having been raised in a house, with two blue, teleporting men, sharing his childhood toys and plays with cousins who communicated telepathically, having an aunt who could read your mind and an uncle as the head of BPRD, one could say that paranormal was normal for Jacob.

Still, when he met Maggie, he was instantly swept off his feet.

Maggie was different in the world of different.

She was one of a kind, and Jacob was sure there was no girl - or demon - or any living creature in this planet that could match Maggie in beauty or wits. They met on an ordinary Tuesday afternoon, on the same day Hellboy had brought his family back home, and that Tuesday marked the day between before and after in Jacob's life. Before, had been a dull, normal and quiet life with his parents in the green house, with school and homework and friends. And after, was Maggie. It only took one smile from her, one glance of her striking, yellow eyes, to steal Jacob's soul forever. She was a flame and Jacob was a moth, and there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop his own doom.

For Jacob's defense, though, it should be noted, that he did try to resist. After all, he was a Myers - and all the Myers' he had been raised by, were known to be pure of heart and to do the right thing.

And falling desperately in love with a 13-year-old demon girl, was hardly the right thing to do.

Jacob knew, Maggie was younger. Yes, she had reached adulthood in the age of eight, yes, her hips had the feminine curves of a girl much older than her years, yes she was the one who looked at him with wanting and needing he had known nothing about, but still - none of that should have mattered. She was too young, and he knew that just thinking about her that way was wrong. Besides, they were practically family - Maggie was his cousin, though Jacob wasn't sure if it counted, for he was adopted. But one thing he knew with painful clarity: that Hellboy would not hesitate to rip his spine off through his mouth, if he ever found out how he felt about Maggie.

But what could he do? Maggie had taken his soul.

Jacob's inner torment lasted more than a year, before he finally decided to succumb to his destiny. And after the first time he had kissed Maggie - or more likely, Maggie had kissed him - in the attic of this very house, Jacob had known, that he was going to Hell for what he had done.

But he was happy to fall.

The couple of months he had secretly been seeing Maggie, had been the most amazing months of his life.

As it is with every teenager in the world, Jacob's thoughts began with sex and ended with it. But unlike most teenage boys, he was blessed with a succubus of his own.

There was Maggie, naked in his arms on the attic, her blue skin glowing in the moonlight. Maggie kissing him on the porch of this house, her tail curling around his shivering body. Maggie taking his hand and leading him to her room to do unimaginable things to him with her perfect lips. And Maggie, always Maggie, no one else, but Maggie, looking him deep in the eye when he made love to her, when he came deep inside of her, Maggie burying her sharp fingernails into the skin of his back when he pushed her against the wall in the cleaning closet, desperately hoping no one passing by would hear the sharp gasps and moans that left Maggie's lips when he had her.

And Maggie, who never said back "I love you", when he sighed it to her beautiful, pointed ear, when they lay exhausted and spent, on each other's arms after making love.

Jacob knew it, alright, that Maggie didn't love him. Just like he knew he was going to Hell, for laying his hands on the skin of his blue succubus. He knew everything about Maggie was bad news.

But still, he had never thought he was dating the Antichrist.

"I'msorrybutwhatdidyousay?" he mumbled. "She's what?"

Uncle John, who was sitting across the table, didn't look like he was kidding. Actually, he looked like he had never been more serious in his whole life.

"I said that Hellboy is Anung un Rama, and he was destined to bring on the Apocalypse. He chose a different path in life, so that destiny fell to his offspring - in this case, Maggie."

Jacob made a nervous sound, and glanced from John to Andu, but the blue face of his father was just as serious as John's.

"But…" Jacob stammered. "But I thought that maybe Eru—"

"Seriously?" that was Jay. "That boy doesn't have an evil bone in his body. I have no idea how on Earth my sister managed to have a son who's that pure and decent."

Jacob pursed his lips.

"Okay, I hear you." he said. "But still, Maggie—"

"Is destined to end this world and bring upon death and destruction beyond our imagination." uncle John rubbed his temples as if he was having the headache of the century - which was probably the case. He looked like shit.

Jacob raised an eyebrow, leaned back in his chair.

"And now… now she's been kidnapped by the same goddess who killed aunt Margot?"

A sharp shadow of pain made Uncle John's eyes dark, and immediately Jacob regretted his choice of words. It wasn't like he wanted to make his uncle feel worse than he already was - if that was even possible. He looked like he hadn't slept in six months, and he had definitely lost weight.

"That's right." John replied. "And I think the Goddess plans to use Maggie's destiny to bring on the end of this world."

Jacob felt all air leaving his lungs as if he'd been hit. He had thought that Maggie being kidnapped was bad. He had thought that the pain he felt when hearing that she was missing, was the worst kind of pain there was in the world, but he had been wrong.

This. This was worse.

"But Maggie, she wouldn't—" he started, but stopped mid sentence. Suddenly he wasn't so sure that what he had been about to say was the truth.

Uncle John's voice was tired and strained when he spoke.

"Jacob, there is still hope. I have a plan, that can kill the Goddess for good, and save Maggie, but—"

"But what?" Jacob asked, impatient. "I don't want any but's! We have to save Maggie!"

"I know. And we will. But to save the world from Maggie, I am going to need your help."

There was a shocked silence in the kitchen, that lasted for a couple of heartbeats.

"No." gasped Amanda, who had been silent until then. "Absolutely not! He's just a boy! You are not going to take Jake to some crazy-ass BPRD suicide mission, you have a house full of agents for that, and—!"

"Amanda, please." John turned his dark gaze to his sister. "There is no other way. If there was... if there was, I wouldn't be here asking."

Amanda brought a hand to her lips, there were tears in her eyes. Silently Andu, who was standing behind her, placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Jacob." John said, turning his attention back to Jake. "Tell me… do you love Maggie?"

Jacob's heart skipped a beat, or a dozen and his cheeks blushed. He had been yelled at, scolded at, given house arrest for a month, his phone and his laptop had been confiscated and so on - all that just because he had admitted there was more than just one innocent kiss between him and Maggie.

But still, when he was asked this question, there was no way he could lie.

"Yes." he breathed. "With all my heart."

John exchanged a worried glance with Andu, a glance that Jacob didn't like at all.

"Son." Said Andu. "Does Maggie love you back?"

Jacob lowered his gaze to his hands. The were on the table, his sweaty palms leaving marks on the polished wood. These hands, their long, slender fingers that had glided on Maggie's smooth, indigo skin, oh, so many times, and she had melted under his touch.

Jacob bit her lip. It took forever, before he could form the words and force them out of his dry throat.

"Yeah, sure she does."

But he knew no one believed his words, not even Jacob himself.