Detail-oriented, intelligent, seductive and solitary, he watches tenaciously and relentlessly from the tower where he lives, on top of a building, which allows him to have a complete view of the city.
He appears sociable, because he needs to meet people, people he finds interestingly tasty, desirable and sweet.
Selection is part of his daily routine, analysing the characteristics of the skin, the colour, the smell and the aromas of each person. He mingles among people, opening all channels of the senses to detect possibilities.
His life consists of a never-ending quest to satisfy his appetite, to eat what he desires most, whatever his animal instinct tells him is the tastiest, whatever stands out for its exquisiteness, but above all its sweetness.
The taste of that thick red liquid, together with the delight of the young, soft flesh that melts in your mouth, between your teeth, caressing it with your tongue and passing through the taste sensors distributed throughout your mouth. That feeling of satisfaction of the really tasty, that reaches the brain producing ecstasy, spread all over your body like convulsions of pleasure.
That is the feeling he feels addicted to and wants to enjoy again and again.
His intelligence, good speech, education and good instruction are the tools that allow him to reach people, once he has detected the right scent.
With great cunning he wins the trust of the chosen ones and thinks he has everything under control. That's what he thinks.
He stalks, chooses, captures, eats and enjoys the meat, that sweet taste that seduces him.
But he is also seduced by the mystery, a mystery that he felt fleetingly brushing around him one unknown day of so many that he walks aimlessly. He had to know who she was. Her scent seduced him, trapped him and he simply thought she was the most delicious creature that could ever taste his mouth thirsty for human flesh.
He had to find her, his senses told him that she was a woman, a woman who passed by fleetingly without anyone noticing her presence anywhere, a woman who always wanted to go unnoticed, who wanted to be small so that no one would see her or notice her existence.
But the smell of her flesh intoxicated him, to the point that he could not eat another human being until he had her.
Obsessed, he searched everywhere, day and night without finding any trace of that smell that alerted his palate. No one had seen her, no one knew her, but his senses had detected her.
He would find it sooner or later, he trusted his intelligence and his investigative skills and that meat would be his. He would savour it in every bite he took.
What he didn't know was that she had a sixth sense that alerted her to danger and that sense protected her from the beast tearing the meat in her mouth, meat that she had first wisely chosen.
But she didn't count on one detail, one day in particular where her sense was diminished, was her weak point. On that day she would be defenceless, and she had to be careful because the devourer of bodies would be on the lookout. The day of the dead was her greatest weakness.
When the time came, the devourer's senses became more alert than usual, she had no protection and her thirst increased. He had never felt anything like this for any human before. The scent's trail led him straight to her, on a night where the leading moon was high overhead.
When he saw her in front of him, he felt an explosion in his being, something that was not normal, his hunger was voracious and she thought it was the end of him, though....
Although she had that intuition inside her that is activated by looking into the eyes of beings, she had to penetrate that gaze. Perhaps they were alike in some way.
With him in front of her, she was able to enter and thus reach his soul, a soul lost in childhood and huddled in a dark corner in the most lost solitude.
He knew, he had seen it and his thirst was growing. In a flash he was in her house, watching her tied in a chair, he saw himself with a large knife near one of her legs.
The blade scraped against his skin and it made him shudder. A trickle of blood ran down to his ankle. He enjoyed that blood in his mouth, as she tried her power to reappear, but to no avail.
The gaze contains the soul and souls recognise each other when the time is right. It was then that his wild eyes with a restless thirst saw her soul and he could recognise her.
This story is my first participation for this initiative full of intrigue, suspense, mystery and horror. Thanks to the whole SpookyZone community for making it possible.
I would like to invite 
Amonet.
Detallista, inteligente, seductor y solitario vigila tenazmente y sin descanso desde la torre en la que vive, en lo alto de una edificación, que le permite tener una visual completa de la ciudad.
Aparenta sociabilidad, porque necesita conocer gente, gente que le parezca interesantemente sabrosa, deseable y dulce.
La selección es parte de su día a día, analizando las características de la piel, el color, el olor y los aromas propios de cada uno. Se mezcla entre la gente abriendo todos los canales de los sentidos para detectar posibilidades.
Su vida consiste en un sin cesar de satisfacer su apetito, comer lo que más desea, lo que su instinto animal le diga que es lo más sabroso, lo que destaque por su exquisitez, pero sobre todo dulzura.
El sabor de ese líquido espeso rojo, unido al deleite de la carne joven, suave, que se deshace en la boca, entre sus dientes, acariciándola con su lengua y pasando por los sensores de sabor distribuidos por toda su boca. Esa sensación de satisfacción de lo realmente sabroso, que llega al cerebro produciendo el éxtasis, repartido por todo su cuerpo como convulsiones de placer.
Ese es el sentimiento al que se siente adicto y quiere disfrutar una y otra vez.
Su inteligencia, buen hablar, su educación y buena instrucción, son las herramientas que le permiten llegar a las personas, una vez detectado el olor indicado.
Con gran astucia se gana la confianza de los elegidos y piensa que tiene todo bajo control. Eso cree.
Acecha, elige, captura, come y disfruta de la carne, ese sabor tan dulce que lo seduce.
Pero también lo seduce el misterio, un misterio que sintió fugazmente rozarlo a su alrededor un día desconocido de tantos que camina sin rumbo. Debía saber quien era. Su olor lo sedujo, lo atrapo y simplemente pensó que era la criatura más deliciosa que podría llegar a saborear su boca sedienta de carne humana.
Debía encontrarla, sus sentidos le decían que era mujer, una mujer que pasaba fugazmente sin que nadie sintiera su presencia en ninguna parte, una mujer que deseaba pasar desapercibida siempre, que quería ser pequeña para que nadie la viera ni notara su existencia.
Pero el olor de su carne lo embriagó, hasta el punto que ya no pudo comer otro ser humano hasta que no la tuviera a ella.
Obsesionado, buscó en todas partes, día y noche sin dar con rastros de ese olor que alerto a su paladar. Nadie la había visto, nadie la conocía, pero sus sentidos la habían detectado.
La encontraría tarde o temprano, confiaba en su inteligencia y en sus dotes de investigación y sería suya esa carne. La saborearía en cada bocado que diera.
Lo que él no sabía era que ella tenía un sexto sentido que la alertaba del peligro y ese sentido la protegía de la fiera que destrozaba la carne en su boca, carne que primero había sabiamente elegido.
Pero ella no contaba con un detalle, un día en especial donde su sentido se veía disminuido, era su punto débil. Ese día estaría indefensa, y debía cuidarse porque el devorador de cuerpos estaría atento. El día de los muertos era su máxima debilidad.
Llegado el momento, al devorador se le alertaron los sentidos más de lo normal, ella no tenía protección y su sed aumentó. Jamás había sentido algo igual por ningún humano. El rastro de ese aroma lo llevó directamente, en una noche donde la luna lleva estaba clavada en lo alto.
Cuando la vio frente a él, sintió una explosión en su ser, algo que no era normal, su hambre era voraz y ella pensó era su final, aunque...
Aunque ella tenía dentro esa intuición que se activa mirando en los ojos de los seres, debía penetrar esa mirada. Quizá se parecían en algo.
Al tenerlo frente a ella, pudo adentrarse y así llego a su alma, un alma perdida en la niñez y que estaba acurrucada en un rincón oscuro en la soledad más perdida.
Él lo supo, lo había visto y su sed crecía. En un santiamén estaba en su casa, observándola atada en una silla, se vio a si mismo con un gran cuchillo cerca de una de sus piernas.
El filo rozaba su piel y eso lo estremeció. Un hilo de sangre corrió hasta su tobillo. Disfruto esa sangre en su boca, mientras ella intentaba su poder reapareciera, pero sin lograrlo.
La mirada contiene el alma y las almas se reconocen cuando es el momento indicado. Fue entonces cuando sus ojos salvajes de sed inquietante vieron su alma y pudo reconocerla.
Esta historia es mi primera participación para esta iniciativa llena de intriga, suspenso, misterio y horror. Gracias a toda la comunidad de SpookyZone por hacerla posible.
Me gustaría invitar a participar en cualquier de las modalidades de esta iniciativa a
Amonet.
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