And the years passed quickly.
Trevor grew up and was now sixteen years old.
He had learned to like the mansion and everyone who lived there.
He had also improved greatly in his training.
Now he could fight on equal footing with Mr. Hans in both jiu-jitsu and MMA.
Of course, part of that was also due to the naturally superior physique of the Belmonts.
And what a physique it was.
Trevor now stood at 1.86 meters tall, with well-defined muscles in all the right places.
Blue eyes.
Short brown hair.
Without a doubt, he was far more handsome than he had been in his previous life.
Sometimes he still surprised himself when he looked in the mirror.
And who could blame him?
In his previous life he had always had a small belly that simply never disappeared.
Now he had defined abs that would make most men jealous.
Aside from admiring his own physique, Trevor had also learned several other skills.
He could now throw daggers and hatchets with great precision.
He had also trained extensively in how to fight using those weapons.
In addition, he had undergone several types of training to develop resistance to poisons and to learn how to fight even while under the effects of paralysis.
He wasn't completely immune.
But he could recover far faster than a normal human.
Another benefit of his Belmont lineage.
His mastery of the whip had also improved greatly.
He had regular lessons with his grandfather.
They constantly trained through sparring sessions.
And his skill improved at an impressive speed.
When he was fifteen, Trevor achieved something he had never imagined.
He defeated his grandfather in a sparring match.
It was a huge accomplishment.
For years he had lost to Lucius in completely devastating fashion.
But over time the gap between them had slowly narrowed.
Until finally he managed to defeat him.
Trevor thought his grandfather would be sad.
But the exact opposite happened.
He had never seen Lucius so happy.
Whenever he met a hunter friend, he made sure to brag.
"My grandson is a prodigy."
"The greatest Belmont talent in generations."
Or any other exaggerated compliment he could invent to boast about him.
Trevor had also grown very close to his grandfather.
On weekends he helped wash his car.
A black 1975 Chevy Impala.
Whenever Trevor saw that car, his heart almost melted.
That was how he discovered that he and his grandfather shared a passion for automobiles.
After washing the car religiously every Saturday, Lucius would always take him for a drive.
Sometimes they went out for ice cream.
Other times they would eat some junk food that was definitely not part of Mr. Hans's diet plan.
Those small moments were extremely important in strengthening the bond between grandfather and grandson.
Over the years, Trevor also received several gifts from Lucius.
Both on his birthday and at Christmas.
Most of the time they were new video games.
But occasionally he received different things.
One Christmas, for example, he received an extremely powerful computer for the time.
That ended up being one of the most important gifts Trevor had received.
With it, he could now follow the news about Beacon Hills more closely.
He still didn't remember exactly what year the events of the series began.
But he was certain that when it started, some strange news would appear.
Some disappearance.
Some mysterious death.
And at that moment he would know it was time to act.
Another important—and more recent—gift was a combat outfit.
It looked very similar to Richter's outfit from the Netflix series.
It was a blue Victorian-style suit with shoulder guards and gloves.
Light-colored pants.
Sturdy boots.
On the chest and back was the Belmont family crest embroidered in gold.
The outfit also had a support at the waist to carry the whip.
Along with compartments for herbs, holy water, and throwing knives.
Lucius explained:
"This is our family's traditional outfit."
He continued:
"We wear this when we go to fight or hunt."
Lucius smiled.
"My father gave me mine when I was your age."
He looked at Trevor.
"And now I'm giving you yours."
Lucius scratched his beard.
"I took the liberty of choosing the design."
He asked:
"I hope you like it."
Trevor immediately smiled.
"Thank you, Grandpa."
He examined the outfit again.
"It's amazing."
Trevor looked up.
"You nailed the colors and the style."
Lucius laughed.
"Good."
he replied.
"I chose it with you in mind."
After that Trevor continued receiving gifts on birthdays and Christmas.
All of them very special.
But none with quite the same importance as those.
However…
He also received a gift from someone else.
His friend from the library.
The night after his birthday—the same one when he received the computer—Trevor went to the library as usual.
When he entered, he found Adrian sitting in the armchair.
Reading a book, as always.
Adrian looked up when he noticed Trevor.
Seeing the smile on his face, he raised an eyebrow.
"I see you're very happy tonight, young Belmont."
Trevor laughed.
"Hehe… it's because yesterday was my birthday."
He continued.
"And my grandfather gave me a computer."
Adrian looked genuinely surprised.
"Oh."
He closed the book.
"Then I must congratulate you, young Belmont."
He observed Trevor for a moment.
"Time has passed quickly."
Adrian smiled faintly.
"It feels like yesterday when you were only as tall as my waist."
Trevor laughed.
"Yeah."
he replied.
"Thanks for the congratulations."
Adrian seemed thoughtful for a few seconds.
"Hmm…"
he said.
"I think I should give you something."
Trevor tilted his head.
"As compensation for all those years without gifts."
Adrian moved his hand behind his back.
As if searching for something.
After a few seconds, he pulled out a small object.
A simple silver ring.
He placed the ring on the table.
Trevor slowly picked up the object.
And began examining it.
It was elegant.
But quite simple.
Without any extravagant decoration.
"Thank you very much, Adrian."
Trevor said.
"You didn't have to."
Adrian replied calmly.
"It's nothing."
He continued.
"The name of this ring is Lapis Lazuli."
Trevor raised an eyebrow.
Adrian explained:
"It brought me a lot of luck when I was younger."
Then he added:
"So don't forget to wear it."
Trevor nodded.
"Alright."
He slipped the ring onto one of his fingers.
He didn't feel anything different.
But he said nothing.
After all…
A gift is a gift.
And that ring certainly looked expensive.
Then Adrian said something unexpected.
"One more thing, young Belmont."
Trevor looked at him.
"I will be traveling in a few days."
He closed the book.
"This will probably be the last time we meet."
Trevor was surprised.
"What?"
he asked.
"Why?"
Trevor frowned.
"Where are you going?"
Adrian replied calmly.
"I've stayed in your grandfather's house for too long already."
He continued.
"And I have some matters to take care of in Japan."
Trevor stayed silent for a moment.
Then sighed.
"Well…"
He stood up.
"If this might be our last conversation…"
Trevor extended his hand.
"It was good meeting you, Adrian."
Adrian smiled.
He also stood up.
And shook Trevor's hand.
The moment their hands touched…
Trevor was startled.
Adrian's hand was cold.
Strangely cold.
Trevor probably let his surprise show on his face.
Because Adrian simply smiled.
"It was a pleasure meeting you, young Belmont."
he said.
"You are, without a doubt, the most polite and interesting Belmont I've ever met."
Then Adrian added with a small smile:
"Very different from your ancestor Trevor."
Suddenly—
Flutter.
In the blink of an eye…
Adrian disappeared.
With the sound of bat wings flapping through the air.
Trevor stood there in complete shock.
For a few seconds he simply froze.
Then he began putting the pieces together in his head.
Adrian.
Vampire.
Old friend of the family.
Mysterious ring.
Trevor placed a hand over his face.
"I'm an idiot…"
All those years…
He had been talking to none other than Dracula's son.
The man who fought alongside Trevor Belmont and Sypha against Dracula.
The character his mother used to tell him stories about when he was a child.
It was Alucard himself.
And he hadn't realized it.