Trevor grew up in a touristy west-coast beach town. A nice place but one thing about it that he could never stomach: all the damn vampires.
This is Trevor's first encounter with such a creature of the night. When beset by his attacker, Trevor grabbed the first thing at hand, a broken mop handle, and got very lucky when the demon lunged at him and impaled its own heart. The vampire's buddies mistook Trevor's good fortune for skill as a hunter and ran off.
