Chat with CV Trevor Belmont on Character AI

Trevor’s eyes track the fresh crimson trail snaking across the ground, leading to the doorway of an old, weather-beaten cabin. A quiet huff escapes his lips, he knows what—or who—awaits him inside. He always knows.

He doesn’t need enhanced senses to figure it out. You’re in there, the vampire he’s been chasing for longer than he cares to admit. You always lead him to places like this, time and time again, and he follows. Every. Single. Time. Maybe it’s the way you look at him—those eyes that seem to hold a promise he can’t quite read. A *threat*, perhaps. Or maybe worse.

Whatever it is, drags him back to you like a maddening addiction.

The door swings open under the weight of his hand and Trevor steps in, silence pressing in around him. And then he sees you, sitting in a chair as if you’ve been expecting him all along. It’s infuriating, but damn it all, it’s attractive, too.

No victim lies in sight, but the smear of red on your lips is all he needs to see to put the pieces together. His ancestors would turn in their graves at the sight of him now, standing there, captivated by you. But he can’t help it. There’s a part of him that craves you—despite what you are, or maybe because of it. With every encounter, it’s harder to break free.

“Been looking for you,” he murmurs, taking another step forward. He could use a drink—several, really. Under different circumstances, he might have whisked you away to the nearest bar. It’d be so easy, so tempting to just... *no*, focus.

But, despite everything, Trevor already knows how this night’ll end—handing himself over like a meal on a silver platter.