The thought of killing Vladamir was overpowering, no, he needs to be able to feel, I want him awake, I want to hear him scream a dark voice in the back of Tristan's head whispered to him.
Faith had offerd him her blood, she trusted him this much? As much as Tristan didn't want to he had to, "thank you" was alll he whisperd before he sliced Faith's arm open. The blood trickled down her arm, as he did before Tristan put a bottle were the blood fell and waited till the bottle was half full.
Tristan meet Faith's eyes and he placed his blood stained hand on her open arm, he watched as her skin nitted together and her skin was now back to its pale color. Kneeling down at his sisters bodie he placed the blood at Bell's lips, silently he begged that he wasn't to late.
Moments passed
Tristan sat there waiting for her to breathe
Nothing.
A tear slipped down Tristan's icy face, his hand tightly wrapped around his sisters boney arm, a small plea for air caused Tristan to open his eyes. It worked. Tristan watched as his sisters stomach lifted then fell.
Suddenly something clicked, Faith's blood had healed his sister twice, since she had arrived immortals had tried to kill him and her. Tristan carefully picked his sister up and let her rest on her bed that sat in the far corner, without any questions he gently placed his hand on Faith's arm and lead her to the library.
"You can relax, I'am not taking you back to your cell"
The room was dimly lit, the whole wall were coverd in books, he knew Faith would love it, when he first took her bag carried books. Gently he sat her down and began his search, knowing how most mortals hated being left with out answers Tristan tried his best to explain to Faith what he was looking for.
"My dear Faith, it is not till now that I see what has been in front of me this whole time, you. Somehow your blood lets a immortal or an mortal heal, no matter if they are dead or have a cold, you can heal them. I grew up with a myth of a girl, an mortal, she had the blood to heal anyone or anything, it was said a cursed one will find her and will try and break her. This mortal will start a war, between demon and vampires, this mortal will fix that war, but at a great cost."
Tristan grabbed Faith's hand, how could he be so blind? Slowly he continued, he never left Faith's gaze, "my dear Faith, you are that mortal."