Chapter 1
Boston, January 2, 2007
Far from the city, surrounded by tall trees and the silence of the night, stood a large rustic house built in the English style. It was old, made of dark wood and stone, with wide windows and a slanted roof that creaked softly whenever the wind passed by.
Only two people lived there: a mother and her son.
In a bedroom lit by a small lamp beside the bed, Maria Belmont sat next to her child. She was a woman of rare beauty, with bright blue eyes and long brown hair that reached her waist. In her hands was an old red-covered book, its color faded by time and marked with small scratches.
On the cover was a golden ornamental crest with a cross at its center.
The child lay beneath the blankets, listening attentively.
Maria turned one of the yellowed pages and continued reading.
"And with that, Trevor, Sypha, and Alucard entered the castle and challenged Dracula in an epic battle. Each of them fought using their own powers. Alucard wielded his sword and used his vampiric abilities. Sypha commanded powerful elemental magic. And Trevor, our ancestor, carried the legendary whip—the Vampire Killer—along with countless weapons from our clan."
The boy's eyes widened, shining with excitement.
He lifted himself slightly from the bed, completely fascinated.
"That's so cool! So that's the ancestor who inspired my name, Mom?"
Maria smiled warmly.
"That's right. He was a brave warrior who fought against Dracula. With the help of his friends, they finally managed to defeat him."
The boy thought for a moment before asking again.
"And then?"
"Well, Trevor married the mage Sypha. Together they helped rebuild our family… the Belmonts."
The boy tilted his head curiously.
"But what about Alucard? What happened to him?"
Maria slowly closed the book for a moment, thinking.
"Alucard isolated himself and entered a long rest. But whenever evil rises again, he returns to fight alongside us—the Belmonts."
The boy broke into a wide smile.
"That's awesome!"
Maria looked at her son with tenderness. Seeing that joy in his eyes always warmed her heart.
She then closed the book completely and stood up from the bed.
"Now it's time to sleep, young man."
The boy pouted.
"Aw, just one more story, please!"
Maria chuckled softly.
"Not tonight. I'll tell you another one tomorrow. Now go to sleep."
The boy sighed, but eventually gave in.
"Okay… but I'm going to hold you to that story tomorrow."
"Alright, alright, my little hero."
Maria leaned down and kissed her son on the forehead. Then she slowly walked toward the bedroom door. Before leaving, she cast one last glance at the boy, who was already closing his eyes.
She smiled and turned off the light as she left.
The house fell silent again.
Or at least, that's what it seemed.
In the middle of the night, Trevor woke up with a start, startled by a loud noise coming from downstairs.
It was a heavy sound.
Like furniture being dragged… or something slamming against the walls.
Confused and still sleepy, he got out of bed.
He opened the bedroom door slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible.
The hallway was dark.
Trevor walked slowly toward the stairs. With every step, the sounds grew louder.
Growls.
Thuds.
And something that sounded like… a fight.
When he reached the top of the stairs and looked down, his eyes widened.
His mother stood in the middle of the living room.
In her hands, she held a whip.
And in front of her stood two enormous creatures.
Tall, covered in dark fur, with long snouts and sharp fangs. Their red eyes glowed in the darkness.
Trevor whispered, terrified.
"Werewolves…"
At the sound of the word, one of the creatures slowly turned its head toward him.
Its red eyes locked onto the boy's.
The creature grinned, revealing rows of sharp fangs.
"Well, well… look who showed up. The little Belmont."
The monster immediately abandoned the fight and began walking toward Trevor.
Maria realized what was happening.
Her eyes widened.
Without hesitation, she spun the whip through the air and lashed it toward the creature advancing.
At that exact moment, the other werewolf seized the opening.
With a swift movement, it attacked.
Its claws tore into the left side of Maria's ribs.
"Mom!"
Trevor screamed in terror.
He froze in place.
Maria let out a grunt of pain, but she didn't fall.
Even wounded, she grabbed the werewolf that attacked her and swung the whip again. With a powerful motion, she wrapped it around the creature's torso and hurled it toward the other monster.
Both were thrown violently to the ground.
Without wasting a second, Maria ran to her son.
Even with blood running down her ribs, she knelt beside him.
"Son! Are you okay?"
Trevor was trembling.
"Mom… you're bleeding."
Maria was breathing with difficulty, but she still held a faint smile.
"I know, my son…"
She gently held his face.
"Listen to me carefully. You need to be strong, alright? You must be strong… my little hero."
Trevor, still in shock, slowly nodded.
"Now you need to run. Run as far away as you can. I'll deal with these puppies."
The boy nodded again.
Maria looked deep into her son's eyes.
"Go, my son. And remember… Mommy loves you."
Trevor took a deep breath and ran.
He ran toward the door.
But before leaving, he looked back one last time.
He saw his mother once again facing the two red-eyed beasts.
Then he left.
Trevor ran.
He ran as fast as his short legs allowed.
The cold wind of the dawn cut across his face as he ran along the dark road.
He didn't know where he was going.
He simply ran.
Farther and farther.
More and more exhausted.
Until he finally stopped.
Panting, he turned to look behind him.
And then he saw it.
What he once called home was in flames.
The entire house burned.
A massive column of smoke rose into the early morning sky.
Trevor felt a sharp pain in his head.
His vision began to blur.
His legs gave out.
He collapsed onto the cold ground of the empty road.
The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was the distant glow of flames consuming his home.
Then everything went dark.