Chapter 1: The Turning.

James ran as fast as he could down the streets of the now deserted town of Hutton. Following him was a mob of slow moving people, craving for his flesh. It had been twenty minutes since he and his mother got separated in that alley. As much as he hated it, he couldn't go back and look for her.

Considering speed to be his only advantage over the crowd, he ran as fast as he could to the abandoned mansion of the mayor, now presumed to be dead or more likely, one of the flesh-craving mob.

James tried twisting the doorknob, hoping that it had been left unlocked in the panic that ensued as people started disappearing and later coming back to kill their relatives. He was out of luck however.

The door was locked and it didn't move an inch, no matter how hard he crashed his body into it. After several tries at breaking in, including through the ground floor windows, his shoulder started to hurt. He was exhausted and in pain. He couldn't risk dislocating his shoulder now, not in this situation.

He heard the groans of the mob close in on him. Panic settled in his mind.

"Oh shit... Oh shit... Oh shit... What am I going to do now? I should have stayed in that bloody factory with my mum!" he thought, as he got angry with himself for making the wrong decision.

He looked up at the stars and noticed that the window above him was open. Seeing it as his only way out, he started to scale the wall. His shoulder started to protest, the pain became intense and he lost his footing falling back five feet to the ground.

He screamed in pain, and adrenaline shot through his body as he saw the first of the mob turn the corner. His lower jaw was dangling underneath his head, revealing bloodied sharp teeth.

In a final attempt to get to safety, James got up again and jumped onto the wall. Ignoring the pain he tried to climb up, but he was too slow. A hand grabbed his lower right leg and started pulling him down.

James looked down to see who was holding onto him. It was the mayor, though one of his eyes was missing, his skin was starting to rot and his mouth was filled with sharp teeth, with blood running down his mouth and neck.

In panic, James kicked the mayor in the face once, twice and then a third time before he staggered back, loosening his grip on James' leg before falling over backwards. As fast as he could now, James scaled the wall and made it to the room safely. Quickly he shut the window behind him and took a few steps backwards. Finally he got a sense of security. If he couldn't get into the house so easily, there was no way these clumsy people could get in and get him, or so he told himself.

Only now did he notice in what kind of room he was standing. It was a dining room.

"A dining room? On the first floor?" James whispered, not understanding why it was located here instead of downstairs on the ground floor as was the case with most houses.

The large table that dominated the room had been set for diner, silver knives, forks and spoons accompanied fancy plates and bowls and crystal wineglasses.

For a while, James admired the room for it contained more wealth than the entirety of his previous home had. His admiration didn't last long as he jumped when he heard something coming from outside the door.

With adrenaline pumping through his body again he grabbed a silver knife from the table and started to move furniture to block the door. He wasn't going give up his life and die without a fight.

Mary Morrison woke up with a headache, she felt incredibly drowsy and had no memory of what happened after she was separated from her son in the alley besides running into someone, after which everything had gone black.

"I see you are finally awake." a voice called from the dark room in which she lay. "I admit, I was not expecting you to be a virgin, seeing as you have a son.".

"What? How do you know I am a virgin?" Mary shouted in anger. Being a virgin at the age of 46 wasn't something she was particularly proud of and so she hadn't told anyone about it, even her own son. So how come this man knew?

"The fact that you are able to speak proves you are." replied the man, still standing in the dark.

"Who are you? Show yourself!" Mary demanded.

The man chuckled and walked into the beam of moonlight that came in through the broken window. There was blood running from his mouth and his smile revealed his long and sharp canines. His eyes were glowing red and made Mary feel sick to her stomach.

"I my dear child, am a vampire." he said as he looked down on her.

"You still haven't answered how you knew I was a virgin!" Mary shouted.

The man flinched and scowled. Mary started to feel fear and respect for the vampire.

"You insolent being, you will refer to the being that sired you as 'Master'!" he said as he moved his arms in an awkward manner. Pain shot through her body. For several seconds did he allow the pain to continue before he stopped the torture of his disciple.

"As for your question. Whenever a vampire feeds upon a human, the human turns into a ghoul. A mindless slave of the vampire. These are nothing more than dead slaves, you could call them zombies if you wish, as that is essentially what they are. There is one exception to the rule however." he said as inched closer to Mary and sat down on the bed next to her.

"If the vampire bites a member of the opposite sex who is a virgin, he or she shall be turned into a vampire as well." he said with a menacing smile.

Mary's eyes widened.

"I... I..." she stuttered, "I am a... a vampire?".

The vampire nodded with a grin.

Mary felt like she wanted to cry. How was she going to explain this to her son. How could she even be sure she wouldn't suddenly give in to an urge to suck him dry and kill him?

"You must be thinking of you son, are you not?" the vampire said with a sympathetic smile.

Mary nodded.

"You know what, I'll cut you a deal..." the vampire said as he folded his arms. "I won't feed on your son, and I'll prevent my ghouls from feeding of him too. There is only one condition.".

"What is it, please tell me!" Mary begged.

"You must turn him into a vampire." he ordered.

Mary's eyes shot open wide. Turn her own son into a vampire, a damned creature forced to live in the dark and feed of the blood of human beings?

"I refuse to do that to my own son!" Mary shouted.

"Then I have no choice but to turn him into a ghoul..." the man said with a evil grin. "I am so sorry for your loss." he said as he got up from the bed and walked towards the door. But before he could place his hand on the doorknob, Mary called out to him.

"Wait! Wait! I mean I'll do it, but what if he refuses to become one of us?" she asked.

"Then you'll force him, that is you want him to be by your side forever. If you don't I'll still have to turn him into a ghoul." he said as he opened the door for her.

"Will you do it?" he said as he pointed her towards the hallway.

Mary sighed and nodded softly. "Yes I will. For the sake of my son I will..." she said as she got up from the bed and walked out of the door.

Quickly James had moved several chairs and closets to block the two doorways that led into the room. He himself was now sitting in the middle of the room, nervously twisting around a silver knife in his hand.

The knocking on the door had stopped several minutes ago, but it didn't make him feel any safer. Though they were no longer trying to get in through the door, he knew they were still there and thought they were simply trying to find another way in.

James checked his watch, it read 1.45 AM. The longer looked at his watch, the more nervous he became. He'd have to wait until sunrise before he could finally get some rest. For some reason, the pursuit always ended several minutes before the sun rose. The idea of having to wait for at least four hours before he could sleep, on his own, was frightening. He lost his mother tonight, how long would it be before he was dead himself.

Then all of a sudden, the knocking on the door resumed again. These knocks were different however. They sounded like a person was politely knocking on the door, just like his mother used to do before she entered his room.

The thought of his mother made tears appear in his eyes.

"I'm so sorry mother..." he said as he wiped the tears from his face.

"James? Are you in here?" a familiar called from behind the door. It was his mother.

"Mum! What are you doing out there! It's dangerous out there!" James said as he rushed to the door, pulling apart his barricade.

"I know, let me in so I can talk to you." she called out again.

James felt confused. This was hardly the right moment to say you wanted to talk about something. Nevertheless, he broke down the barricade as fast as he could. No matter how she might say weird things, she was still his mother and it was dangerous for her to be out there.

As soon as he finished breaking down the barricade he opened the door and let his mother in. He checked outside for the mob before closing the door and rebuilding the barricade.

As soon as he put the final piece into place he turned around and hugged his mother.

"Oh mum, I'm so glad to see you're still alive" he said in tears.

"Listen James... I've got to tell you something..." Mary said to her son.

"I was adopted, I know mum..." James replied with a smile.

"No, James I meant about something else..." she said with a cold tone.

Only then did he notice the bloodstains in which she was covered. The came from her neck and ran all the way down into her white blouse.

"What happened to you mother?" James said as he pulled away.

"Listen James... I am..." she said, her voice quivering in anticipation of his reaction. "I am a vampire..."

"A vampire? Since when?" James spat out in fury, thinking his mother was joking around with him.

"From the moment we were separated in the alley. I ran into a vampire there and he turned me."

"So why did you come look for me. What is it you have to tell me?" James asked. "Oh wait, I guess I know already, you've come here to turn me too haven't you?" he snapped with a sarcastic tone.

"Please understand, this is for your own good. If I turn you, he promised he wouldn't turn you into one of his mindless ghouls..." she said as she slowly inched closer to him.

"What do you mean with mindless ghoul? Those guys that have been chasing us all this time?" James asked now moving away from his mother.

Mary nodded.

"My answer is no, I will not throw my life and soul away to become a creature that lives in the night and feeds off and hurts humans. It goes against everything that you have taught me to be in life!" he shouted.

He jumped when he felt something touch his back. He was standing against the wall.

"We can be together forever, we can live forever and do things normal people could only dream of." she said, her face now mere inches from his.

"No! I won't become a vampire!" James shouted again.

"Then, I'll turn you against your will, I won't let you become like them." She said as she opened her mouth wide, revealing her long fangs.

James tried pushing his mother away but she was was stronger.

"No mother! Stop it!" James shouted as he tried to push her away with all his strength.

"Stop resisting!" she shouted. Her eyes were now red as blood and James felt her strength increase. He started to panic, he didn't want to become a vampire. There was so much he hadn't done yet in his life.

He grabbed the silver knife he had pocketed earlier and jabbed it into his mother's chest. She staggered back. Blood started gushing from her mouth.

"Why... Why won't you accept?" was the last thing she said before she dissolved into ash.

James' legs gave out and he fell on the ground, sobbing.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." was the only thing he managed to say.

The vampire growled when he felt that his disciple had been killed. The ghouls that were standing around him immediately stopped moaning and quieted down.

"I shouldn't have let her talk to her son. I knew this would end the wrong way. But for her to end up dying!" he scowled. He looked up at the window from where he heard the words 'I'm sorry... I'm so sorry' coming and jumped into the room where he found James sitting against the opposite wall, his face covered in tears and his mind in shock.

"You bastard child, I shall enjoy draining you!" he shouted as walked towards James.

There was a high pitch whistle as a bullet from a sniper rifle flew into the room, through the heart of the vampire. The vampire's eyes widened as he started to dissolve. The boom from firing the round shook the room and spread the ashes of the vampire everywhere.

James gasped for air as he felt the bullet tear through his abdomen, leaving a gaping hole where his belly button had once been. At first the shock induced by the pain of the bullet entering his body was too great for him to do anything. But as the shock wore off, James let out a cry of pain.

His breathing started to become even heavier as he started to cough up blood. His vision started to blur. He heard footsteps coming from the hallway. He held on firmly to the silver knife with which he killed his mother.

"Is this the end?" he said softly, hoping for an answer from his mother.

In his blurred field of view, he then saw a dark figure, but his eyesight was so bad he could not tell what it was. Fearing it might be another one of these so called ghouls, he lifted the knife and jabbed at the figure only to find that his hand had been caught in mid-air.

"Go to hell..." James said as his eyes closed and he drifted into unconsciousness.

From the safety of a far away rooftop, Seras Victoria sighted her rifle on the heart of the vampire and squeezed off a round. The vampire seemed preoccupied with something else, for it didn't even react to the whistle of the bullet as it closed in on him. After the vampire started to dissolve she holstered her weapon and called in her kill.

"This is Victoria, the vampire residing in the town of Hutton has been destroyed" she spoke her microphone.

As she prepared to leave she heard a cry coming from the house where she had shot the vampire. Was there another vampire she wasn't aware of? Without questioning who the cry belonged to, she jumped from the roof and sprinted towards the large manor.

"I just heard a cry coming from the building where the vampire was, I'm going to check it out." Seras said as she ran as fast as she could.

"Roger that, do you wish us to remain on standby?" a voice called from the other end of the line. It was Commander Fox, the person in charge of the Hellsing support troops present on this mission.

"Yes, if there's another vampire around we cannot let it flee the town." she ordered.

When she arrived at the manor, she found that the door had been broken down with quite a bit of force. The building itself however seemed empty, corpses lay everywhere. She had at least killed one vampire, for all of the ghouls present seemed to have just died and were decomposing at an extreme rate.

Had she been mistaken? Was the cry she heard just a product of her imagination?

She turned around but before she could set a single step towards the door, she heard the moaning and heavy breathing coming from upstairs. Without second thought she rushed up the stairs and quickly found where the sounds came from for a huge pile of ghouls and a badly scratched door marked the entrance the room. She tried opening the door, but it was blocked. Unable to think of another way of opening the door she grabbed her rifle and shot out the hinges and lock before she used her superhuman strength to push the door and the massive weight behind it away.

Once inside the room, she found the person making the sounds. She slowly circled the boy, who had a big hole in his abdomen and blood running from his mouth. The boy hardly appeared to be conscious of his own condition. When she moved in to inspect him more closely, he sluggishly stabbed in her direction with a silver object. Without any trouble, she caught his arm before the knife got anywhere near her.

"Go to hell..." the boy whispered before his body went limp.

"Man down! Man down! I need a medic over here!" Seras shouted into her microphone.

"Miss Victoria, what happened?" Fox asked over the radio.

"A civilian boy suffering heavy bleeding. He must have been in the line of fire when I shot the vampire..." Seras explained. "Please hurry up, he's going to bleed out!".

"What a dilemma..." a creepy voice said from inside her head.

"Master?" Seras asked.

"You can wait here for the medical team to arrive, by which time the boy will be beyond saving" the voice said. "Or you can change him into a vampire, and save his life in exchange for eternally damning his soul.".

"This isn't fair master, why should I be the one to make the decision for him? What if he can't live with being a vampire?" Seras asked as she started to panic slightly.

"You too weren't too fond of being a vampire at first, yet you managed to find a way to cope with your new way of life. The same will go for him.".

Seras sighed and inched closer to the boy's neck.

"I'm sorry. I don't want to force you into something you won't be able to deal with later. But I can't let you die here." she whispered as she opened her mouth, revealing her sharp fangs. She dug her fangs into his neck and slowly drank his blood. Still obstructed by her humanity, she quickly let go of his neck again. She wouldn't drain a human now, and she never would. If a bite was all it took, then a bite was all she would give.

She shouldered her gun, lifted the limp body of the boy and walked out of the mansion where she was greeted by the medical team.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine now..." she said softly. "Physically at least.".

Author Notes:

Seras didn't actually drain James, as her vampire nature urges her to do and so she has yet to unlock the full extent of her powers as is portrayed in the manga.

I don't think I ever came up with a chapter this fast, especially considering it's length.

As with Nosferatu to Vampire, please C&C and point out any mistakes I made with regard to consistency (but don't be nit-picky) and spelling.