A/N: A recent trade I did with the lovely DaisyToddDraws on Twitter. I've never written anything for Castlevania before, so this was hella fun. c:
This also is based on the Netflix series, not the games, and ignores the fact Trevor has a canon girlfriend. Sometimes the temptation to ship with certain characters is too much to pass up - which I'm more than familiar with. lol.
Old Wounds
Being a monster hunter isn't something your average person is built for. It takes immense strength, both physical and mental, to deal with monstrous threats.
Violet learned to deal with vampires, monsters, and creatures of the night from her father, Marcellus. He was a vampire lord himself, yet unlike other night creatures, was kind, compassionate, and considerate.
Every other vampire would have killed Violet when she was a vulnerable child. But not Marcellus. He took her in - not only that, but taught her to fight against his kind and monsters.
Violet loved her father without end.
When he was slain, it threw Violet's entire world on its axis. The vampires in his abode were angry and wanted revenge. Without Marcellus' protection, Violet was as vulnerable as a child. So she ran, ran as far as she could, without looking back.
Time went on, and Violet found herself a position as a monster hunter in Wallachia. She was loath to fight against vampires, but there were times she raised her sword against them. It was with a heavy heart that she slayed them.
She knows her father was a rare breed of vampire, that there was none other like him. Violet understands it better than anyone. But she still hesitated each time.
When she met Trevor, the fact he was familiar threw Violet for a loop. Why would she know the last remaining Belmont? She kept her distance from him, but after seeing him fight a number of times, realized why he was familiar.
Trevor killed her father.
When Violet realized that, she wanted nothing to do with the man. But his gruffness and cynicism drew her in, and they found themselves in an easy companionship. Where Violet hesitated to kill vampires, Trevor was beside her, slaying them without a care.
"Ya gotta learn to fight 'em," Trevor always told her. Violet didn't tell Trevor why she hesitated. If he learned she was the daughter of a vampire, he may cleave his sword through her chest.
She's seen the way the Belmont is ruthless in killing vampires. If someone was acquainted with one, even in the past, Violet guesses Trevor would kill them too.
The man doesn't seem to care about anyone or anything. He just kills monsters, drinks himself to oblivion, and does the bare necessities to live.
Violet knows little about the history of the Belmonts. She does know the church excommunicated them, so perhaps that's why Trevor looks on with indifference and a cool demeanor towards the world and its inhabitants.
Sitting by a crackling fire one evening, Violet flicks her eyes over to Trevor. He's downing his third bottle of the night, poking the fire with a hint of boredom.
"Trevor?"
"Whatd'ya want?"
"I have to tell you something."
Trevor casts his eyes over towards Violet, giving a nonchalant shrug. "I'm listening."
"Marcellus Westenra was my father."
Trevor stares at Violet, silence passing between them. After a few minutes, he says, "Well, that explains a lot."
Violet nods, looking up at the stars. "He was kind. Loving. I know you can't imagine a vampire being like that, but he was."
"Yeah, I have a hard time believin' that shit,'' Trevor mutters, tossing his empty bottle away. "I can see why you'd believe it, though."
Violet feels angry at Trevor's blatant disregard, but forces herself to calm down. "He taught me how to fight against night creatures because he knew my presence would cause havoc. He let me kill his subjects if they came too close."
Trevor shrugs, leaning back against a log. "Vampires don't give a rat's ass if their kind dies."
Violet breathes out a sigh. "Can you at least listen to what I'm saying instead of throwing in your useless comments?"
Trevor snorts, but nonetheless says nothing.
"When you killed him, my whole life was thrown on its head. Those who followed him wanted to kill me. So I ran, ran as far as I could, without looking back. He was all I ever knew. And then he was taken from me, right before my eyes."
Trevor looks over at Violet, but remains silent.
"I understand that you think vampires are evil. If I had been raised a true monster hunter, I would think the same way. But my father was different. He cared. He wanted me to survive."
"So that's why you hesitate against vampires," Trevor says. It's not a question.
Violet nods, drawing her knees up to her chest.
"I–"
The blonde looks over at Trevor, surprised to see the barest hints of pain on his face.
"What?"
"I'm sorry."
Violet blinks a few times.
"Sorry?"
Trevor doesn't respond. He looks at Violet, and she sighs.
"Apologies won't bring him back."
"I know. I can apologize out my ass and it won't do a fucking thing. But that's all I can do."
The two monster hunters stare in each other's eyes before Violet lets out a breath, scooting closer to Trevor.
"I don't know if I can forgive you. My father meant everything to me. But this is a start."
Trevor scoffs. "I'll take anything at this point."
Wrapping an arm around Violet and pulling her closer, Violet listens to the steady 'thump' of Trevor's heart under her ear.
Apologies wouldn't bring Marcellus back.
But maybe, just maybe, this is the beginning of healing.
Fin.