AN: Hello people! Welcome to Far From Home. Obviously, this is my first fan fiction and that I might make mistakes on the way. Don't worry. Just give me feedback and I'll see what I can do to improve on my skills. Oh, and to let you guys know, as a disclaimer, the Seraph of the End series does NOT belong to me. Please enjoy.

Chapter 1

Shinjuku ward of Tokyo, Japan

December 22, 2012, 5:00 AM

Gerome woke with a terrible migraine. For him, it was not the way he would've liked to wake up to. He let out a pained moan and held his head.

"Huh?"

He felt something wet on his lips. His eyes widened in shock when he traced his fingers beneath his nose and found blood. As he struggled to remain calm, he noticed that the internet café outside of his Rent-A-Cubicle was completely silent, save for the sound of his running laptop. Taking a deep breath, he slowly opened the cubicle door and peeked out.

A body of man was lying on the floor with blood spilling out of the ears, nose and mouth. Gerome immediately closed the door.

What's going on?! He screamed internally. Why aren't there any police officers? Wait, where is everyone? I don't even hear any cars.

*Knock, Knock, Knock*

"Are you okay in there?"

A young girl's voice spoke from the other side of the door that Gerome just closed. Unsure of what to do, the American opened the door a crack and peeked through to see who it was. Red eyes stared back at him. He was about to slam the door shut again out of fear, but then got a better look at the stranger. A short girl with pink hair tied in a long ponytail. She wore black clothes that consisted of a t-shirt, cargo pants, hoodie, and a pair of sneakers. On her right hand, she held a baseball bat, which was carried over her shoulders. On her left hand…was a handgun. It was a five-shooter revolver that the Japanese police force used, the New Nambu M60.

"…Huh?" was all that Gerome could utter. He could not believe what was happening. He didn't even know what was happening outside.

"Master, forgive me if I'm being forceful, but we need to leave Tokyo now," said the short, red-eyed girl.

"Master? Wait, w-why are-?" is what the shy American tried to say, but felt a wind behind him. The moment he blinked, his laptop and charger were already in his backpack, which was beside the short girl. Grabbing his hand and bag, the armed stranger dragged him out of the cubicle.

"Whoa! Hold up a minute!" Gerome, after having recovered from shock, said in an increasingly thick Southern accent. "I need my crutches. Without 'em, I-"

"Not to worry," was the girl's response. "You have no need for those crutches anymore."

"Wha' do ya mean I-?" he was about to ask, but looked at left side of his body and realized that for whatever reason, his left side didn't feel weak like it used to before. The question he had in mind now was, what happened while he was out?

7:45 AM

En route to Toda City

Sitting on the left passenger seat, Gerome stared out of the window of the 1979 model Suzuki Jimny, seeing smoke coming out of famous metropolis. His driver, a vampire girl named Krul Tepes, as she introduced herself, had explained on what was happening. He listened in dread as the mention of the "end of the world" left her youthful lips. According to Tepes, the world ended when a man-made virus was released and spread globally, which had killed those above the age of thirteen. And the reason why Gerome survived it was because Krul saved him. By giving her blood to him, he was cured and brought back from near-death.

"Ms. Tepes, why are you calling me master?" he inquired.

The short vampire giggled as she said, "I'm now connected to you by blood. That makes me your servant~."

Gerome looked at his driver in disbelief, and wondered if she was joking. Her smile said she wasn't. Sometimes he wondered if the nightmare he was going through will end.

April 5, 2013, 9:30 PM

Camp Fuji

"…And that's all there is to know I guess."

The former Marine finished up his video log and looked the window of a Humvee. Having settled in the US Marine base, Camp Fuji, Gerome and Tepes did their best to maintain and fortify it, as well as to make it as homey as possible. After all, as far as he could tell, he wasn't leaving Japan anytime soon. The reason for fortifying the base was not to deter humans from getting in, but to deter monsters. Every place they stayed at, they never stayed for long. They had kept traveling around the country until they had found Camp Fuji, the one place that they could finally settle in. He looked at himself in the mirror and saw his weary brown eyes staring back behind circular glasses.

He was about to call it a night and exit the Humvee for the barracks when he heard a tap on the window. He looked, and jumped at what he saw. A young woman, taller than Tepes but shorter than Gerome, with iris-colored hair in a chin-length bob, wearing black and white attire that, to his simplistic mind, showed a bit of cleavage. Having Tepes as a mental reference, he confirmed that the woman outside the military vehicle was a vampire. Pointed ears, red eyes, he didn't even need to figure out that she had fangs that could pierce skin. Especially if it was his skin.

"Mind if we talk?" the vampire asked, with a playful attitude. "Come out and I might not force you out of there."

Damn, if only I could reach for my M9 quickly enough.

Gerome mentally cursed at his rotten luck as he stared at what could be his killer.