I can't stay away (SOLBY)

[8] "Welcome to the Jungle!"

‼️ Warning(s); "Canabalism", blood, and death.

If you are sensitive to these topics, then proceed with caution. This isn't a filler chapter. It is a plot point. I mean, you can skip it— it won't affect too much?

I mention canabalism, because it is the eating of—well, their creatures. Not human, but there is human-eating involved unfortunately.

COLBY

  Colby zips from one tree to the next, the edges of his limbs dark and thick with shadows latching onto him, trying to persuade the vampire to stay whilst on the pursuit of intruders.

He can feel his body getting close to changing into something else entirely as the bone structure hardens, accentuating his brow bones. He hastens his step when a sharp pain setting his jaw on fire almost lets the shadows win. He keeps his pace until he's reaches the bridge. He ignores the fangs poking into his skin as his lengthened limbs allow for his body to stand on all fours.

The creature is grotesque as it climbs headfirst down the cliff overlooking the old passage allowing for the train, that still comes through. Beneath the dark-red bridge stretched down are two lit campfires. Tents are littered throughout the campsite. The vampiric creature crawls down the steep dip of pebbled limestone and rock.

The blood pumping the sudden urge to consume the random perpetrators overcomes the vampire. No, so much for Lucy helping—this fucking hurts so bad! Colby halts in his place as he swallows the rage from making true. His limbs shorten as he dispels the mix of emotions. His fingers and feet can't move with ease as he lightly drops down. He barely makes a sound as the shadows catch him, he crouches low as his shuffles through the thicket covered in dark ink, separating the foliage to make room for Colby. 

The camp is somewhat lively. There are groups sitting, lying or staying in close quarters with blankets and other items Colby is familiar with and unsure of. Sigils hang off of thin strips of rope hang from the spine of the tents. All different and unique. He knows the dove elements, but these power-tricks are entirely bred differently. There are Norse symbols.. why?
 
  "It's a good night, last night washed away our offering. You think it worked?.." Colby gets to his stomach as the shadows lap at his skin and drop over his hair until only a pair of dark-red eyes peer past the foliage. The vampire crawls closer to watch the man, and woman converse over the fire. There was a woman, draped in old robes there a moment ago, but Colby watched her leave to tend to the other group.
  They're young and that's when Colby notices the next group over jeering and shoving at one another.

Colby holds his tongue when he sees the human limbs hung up like trophies, on wire, dangling over the ambers. That explains why he couldn't smell the rotting human flesh.
   Behind the boys, the woman in robes comes into view as she brings a human he's familiar with. Holy fuck—Amber! Colby's limbs warp beneath the shadows as he swings out to disrupt the men and woman's' conversation.
He can smell the rotten scent of flesh in their mugs. The tents aren't normal tents, he can pick out the human stench encompass the masses slumbering in their homemade tents. It's human skin, not just that.. there's magic coming off it. Did they skin fellow supernaturals?

Colby was once human, and over the years he continues to cherish human-life closer to his chest. It's a part of him, other vampires disagree with but can overlook because of his age. His prowess before he was changed.

The vampire roars as he alerts their sleeping comrades. It folds the unwanted guests to cover their ears as its pitch gets higher.
  His hands swipes' at the woman, now crescent'd with blood. His clawed appendages return to the fallen member, and dig deep into the squishy flesh before throwing the body at the robed woman rearing to throw herself at him. She's pushed back as the body weighs her down momentarily for him to focus on the beast. The men's form ripples and he out-shreds his clothes, his snout curls back as he growls in vengeance for his dead mate. Colby winces and his guilt is short lived when he notices Amber being dragged farther into the thicket.
  Bring it on your piece of garbage!
Colby wills the shadow licking at his feet to consume and cover the red supportbeams beneath the bridge and the tents. The blood he consumed is definitely being utilized—By then the creatures duck from their comforting canopies, and join the teenagers in hopes to free themselves from the shadows blocking their path.