Trevor was lying in bed, sleeping deeply — it had been one of the best nights of sleep in his entire life, and if he could, he would never leave that bed — until the relentless beeping of the alarm clock dragged him out of his dreams. "Ahhh…" he groaned, because as much as he wanted to keep sleeping, the alarm clock refused to leave him alone, and grumbling, he got up and went to look for the bathroom, though to his embarrassment, it took him almost ten minutes just to find it, since the Belmont mansion was far too big for someone who had just arrived.
After finally taking a shower, Trevor grabbed some clothes from the wardrobe — prepared for him by one of the servants — and headed straight for breakfast, and when he arrived at the dining room, his grandfather was already there, drinking coffee while reading the newspaper.
"Good morning," Trevor said, and Lucius lifted his eyes from the paper.
"Good morning. It seems you really liked that bed."
Trevor gave a small smile and admitted, "Yeah… if I could, I'd spend the whole day there. By the way, when did that alarm clock appear in my room?"
Lucius folded the newspaper and replied, "I figured you might like the bed a little too much, so I asked one of the servants to put it there."
"Oh… that makes sense," Trevor said, and unlike the previous day, he ate slowly, taking a sip of orange juice before asking, "So… do classes start today?"
"The teachers are already arriving," Lucius replied. "You'll have the regular subjects during the morning." He paused briefly before continuing, "And in the afternoon, I — or another instructor — will train you."
That immediately caught Trevor's attention, and he asked excitedly, "What are you going to teach me? Are we starting with swords? Or will you teach me how to use the whip? Or maybe how to fight a monster?" Lucius looked surprised for a moment, then he started laughing. "None of that, boy. The first step will be physical conditioning." He continued, "We'll also have some theoretical lessons about the supernatural. You need to learn about monsters and their weaknesses."
Trevor made a face and protested, "But… what about the swords? And the whip?"
Lucius answered calmly, "When you're older and stronger, you'll learn all of that," giving a faint smile before adding, "Don't worry. Everything has its time."
Slightly disappointed, Trevor went back to eating while mentally preparing himself for the lessons, though unfortunately, the normal school subjects were still… normal, which meant boring — but thankfully, Trevor had already gone through all of that in his previous life, and most of the material was already familiar to him, even if that didn't make the classes any less tedious, because he had always been terrible at almost everything that wasn't mathematics or history; seriously, in his previous life, physics, chemistry, and biology had been his worst nightmares.
When the classes ended, Trevor had lunch with his grandfather, and afterward Lucius took him to the training field behind the mansion, where the training began with several laps around the field, then push-ups, sit-ups, and more running, and while Trevor struggled to catch his breath, Lucius explained, "Trevor, our bloodline is blessed with naturally stronger bodies. A Belmont's physical potential is greater than that of an ordinary human." Trevor wasn't surprised — he had already suspected as much, because there was no way normal people could fight creatures like Dracula or even Death itself — and after some time, he was lying on the ground on his back, completely out of breath, his grandfather having turned into a true commander whenever training was involved.
Lucius crossed his arms and said, "Well… you still have a lot to improve." He paused. "But for now, this will do."
And so Trevor's new routine began: during the morning, regular classes; during the afternoon, physical training; and after a few weeks, Lucius decided to hire a professional trainer to take care of Trevor's physical conditioning, a man who would also teach MMA and jiu-jitsu, and that was when Trevor realized that his grandfather wasn't nearly as strict as he had thought — because the trainer was much worse, his name was Hans, a short, bald German man with a permanent scowl on his face, and Trevor was certain that man was a true executioner, paying attention to every single detail, from Trevor's diet to his sleeping schedule, everything strictly controlled and optimized.
It took Trevor some time to get used to it, for he had never been good with routines, but skipping training simply wasn't an option, and fortunately, as time passed, Trevor began to feel the physical potential of the Belmont bloodline awakening — he was progressing quickly, which only made Mr. Hans even more excited, the frightening smile that appeared on the trainer's face when he realized Trevor could handle heavier training being something Trevor would never forget.
Then, fortunately — or unfortunately — after three months of training, Lucius made a new announcement: "The supernatural lessons will begin tomorrow," and Trevor's eyes immediately lit up, because finally, he would begin learning about the true world of the creatures of darkness.
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