No, she wouldn't let him die would she? His anger was flashing feeling that cold blood filter down his throat. No, he wouldn't become that scum! Eye lids flicked as the sickening pop would sound, his bones were replacing themselves, and his wounds were slowly regenerating. No! Eye lids finally shooting open red streams could be seen filtering across the optic lens eyelids flashing once the red would become hold. That voice, faint and yet near by. "C-COBAIN!" The speed, he would recieve that trait now shifting straight for the voice. Unfortunately he had miss shot it hands gripping the unfortunate homeless man. Raising the man off the ground mouth agape would virtually tear the throat completely off, the remaining head would drop rolling towards the fire. Blood running down his throat eyes would slowly go into focus dropping the man. Cobain had left, she wasn't here any more. Eyes gazing along the flames would see a crucifix burning, he had just fed simple as that. His whole upper form was burning as well, the silver in the jacket would be the cause. Removing it he simply tossed it into the fire. Extending a hand he would grit his teeth taking the crucifix from the flames. It was simply an old wive's tail of the cross burning one at the touch. That was a lie, the silver componet would be the thing that worsened his burning hand. "....two more hours." His eyes remained a darkened red not disappearing, the blood dribbling along his chin he would wipe it away hand still sizzling. Turning his back he would move towards a more darkened area. When sun came up, he would greet it..