Authors note!
Hi there, I just want to clear a few things up before we begin. I know that Gabriel Belmont isn't exactly Trevor Belmont's father, but for the sake of this story, he is. Also, my geographical knowledge of Wallachia in the 1400s isn't fabulous, so I'm trying my best and sorry if I use names of towns that don't exist in that time etc - Enjoy the story!
Wallachia, Brᾰila - 1476
Yet again, another town that was to come under the forceful grip of Dracula's minions, yet more innocent Humans who would come to their death through blood and fire – but as their savior, the one they didn't want, walked through the streets slowly his only thought was on where he could possibly find his next meal, his large hood covering his face somewhat as his feet scraped through the gravel. What was there to say? Every town was just like the other at this point. Blood splattered walls, body parts lining the streets, vendors trying to sell the last of the supplies the town had and those who shouted out the word of the bible as nightfall only loomed. Everywhere he looked, he just saw a vision of the same disaster again and again, but with that thought, the large man turned to a stall selling fruit. It was bruised and discolored, perhaps a few days off – but he would take what he could get at this point.
"I'm going to be blunt," He began. "I don't have any money, I used the last of it...Well, I don't quite remember actually. Anyway, what can you give me just to be kind?" He asked in a sly and sarcastic tone as he leaned up against the edges of the stall, the meekly dressed women behind it staring him down in disgust.
"Just because the world is falling to ruins doesn't mean I should give you anything for free," She snapped. "A woman still has to make her money somewhere, especially since prices are going up!" She finished, crossing her arms across her chest, the man in front of her rubbing his face in annoyance.
"Look, I'm going to be blunt again. Y'see those people up there?" He pointed upwards behind him to a house that had bodies of a family hanging out the window. "Come nightfall you'll be as good as them. Now just give me a fucking apple so I can be on my way." He grunted as he put his hand out to the women. She scoffed at him for a moment, but slowly her eyes drew up to the dead bodies just a while away, and quickly, in an irate manner, she placed an apple in his hand. The man quickly put the apple to his mouth as he began to walk away, the women at the stall still glaring at him.
"Who do you think you are?" She demanded, making the man smirk slightly as he glanced back to her.
"I'm Trevor Belmont, and something tells me you'll like me a bit more comes nightfall." And with that, Trevor strolled out of the marketplace, awaiting night to fall.
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With a start, Trevor awoke, finding himself slumped in an alleyway as screams filled the night, and slowly, with a grunt, he pushed himself up onto his feet, running his hand down his face tiredly before he moved to the entrance of the alleyway, staring out at people running for their lives as large Demon like creatures gave chase. Trevor sighed – why did he have to fall asleep again?
He moved out from the alleyway, taking his whip from his belt and holding it tightly as he quickly moved along the walls of the houses, keeping low as he watched the devastation go on around him. People moved almost machine like, the horror in their eyes making them move almost on their own, it was almost interesting to watch. As Trevor turned a corner, one of the large Demon creatures stood before him, making him sigh as was ready to attack, just as a young woman in dark clothes ran at the creatures. Trevor stared on just in shock as she threw herself at the creature, knifes in her hand as her notably green scarf blew with the wind of the night. Just as Trevor expected although, with one simple move of its arm, the young women was thrown across the street and fell to the ground with a thud. Somewhat shrugging off the event that just unfolded in front of him, Trevor swung his whip around, ready to crack it, just as daggers came flying from across the street and into the Demon's face, making it shriek before it exploded into flames. Trevor covered his eyes from the blast before looking over the street to see the young women, whom he perceived to be dead, sitting up with her arm still stretched forwards, it falling slowly as she panted hard, blood coming from bother her nose and mouth. She slowly stood herself up, dusting herself off as she made her way down the street in a run, her boots making a loud sound on the cobblestones, and of course completely intrigued, Trevor followed. He watched as she moved from street to street, throwing knifes and daggers at the beasts as he stared on in awe at the bravery of what looked to be a regular citizen. Yet just as he was about the stand out and confront them, a villager ran past her, knocking her shoulder and throwing her off balance, making her drop her weapon in hand and fall to the ground. The Demon took advantage of this, making a quick advance on her as she scrambled back across the ground, and with quick steps, Trevor ran forth and cracked his whip onto the Demon, making it, as the last, burst into flames with a cry of agony.
Trevor quickly ran to the women and practically dragged her to her feet.
"Come on!" He ordered as he pulled her along by her hand, and in shock the young women ran with him. He moved with her quickly, forcing his way into a shop using his shoulder, crashing through the door as he looked around quickly. He let go of the women for a moment as he jumped the counter. Thankfully, he found just what he was looking for.
"There's a hatch here," He called out as he drew it up. "Quickly, get inside !" He shouted at the girl, and without a second thought, she too jumped over the counter and down into the basement through the hatch, and Trevor moved quickly after her, bringing the hatch down and pulling over the lock. Surprisingly, there was no-one else there but them. He guessed the owner had already died.
"That was quite the stunt out there," He said breathlessly, mentally telling himself how out of shape he was. "I have to say, I'm impressed. Where did you learn those moves?" He inquired as the woman glanced over the him, her frame now pulled up into a smaller shape, more defensive - more fearful. Trevor took a moment to look over what she looked like, as he hadn't had time before. Warm caramel skin, large frizzy umber hair with a braid across her forehead. Large brown eyes, and thin cheeks - clearly malnourished. She wore a large green scarf around her neck, a deep brown over shirt with bell like sleeves and a lighter brown undershirt with rough stitching and rips all over - a brown strap going diagonally across her chest, as well as a belt synching her waist. Tight deep brown leather trousers, a small burgundy bag attached to her thigh by straps, black knee high boots and a large black cape - clearly, she wasn't any regular female citizen.
"If I told you where I learned them, you may run me through," She uttered, coming off as much more tranquil now that she wasn't fighting Demons. "But as it seems that this night hasn't been going well, I'll tell you," She took a breath. "My mother knew Gabriel Belmont quite well. He taught her, and thus, she taught me. I remember before he died, when I was very young, he called me the 'Belmont Daughter' - I never quite forgot that," Trevor smirked at this, tilting his head as he listened. "My mother died when I was 15, and having no father and the Belmonts being far away, I trained myself on the streets - and here I am. What's your story?" She tilted her head over to him as he did to her, and with a chuckle, he slowly stood up, her eyes following him. With one swift movement, he moved his large fur lined cape from his shoulders, it falling to the ground with a thud as the golden Belmont symbol on the back of his clothing, and the young women gasped, bringing a hand up to her mouth.
"You're a-"
"Gabriel Belmont was my father," He said as he turned back around and sat himself down. "I am Trevor Belmont, last son of the house of Belmont. I'm afraid I'm the last one left," He shrugged. "I'm not much like my father, but if he liked you, then I'm sure we'll get along, be a good duo or something," He smirked. "What's your name?" He asked as she lightly smiled.
"Aria." She replied meekly, Trevor smiling as he sat himself up against the basement wall.
"Well Aria, I'm going to stay here for the night then I'll be going. I mean, I don't care what you do, but feel free to tag along, but if you're not awake I'm not waking you up, got it?" He stated as Aria gave a excited nod, and with a chuckle, he shut his eyes.
"See you in the morning if we're not eaten alive by monsters," Aria nodded as she curled herself up into a ball on the ground, almost in a cat like manner. "Night, Aria."
