Alien Prey

The alien sought his prey.
It stalked the streets unnoticed by the crowds of humans that swirled around him as hit twisted and turned, avoiding physical contact.
Receptors open for that particular flavour, scent, taste, of thought and emotion that would mark his new prey.

Shielded by his telepathic abilities, he needed to feed, and soon. For a while he would be able to resist his hunger. It would be unsatisfactory to take just any female human.

As always, if he was going to fees, he would savor the experience, take delight in the particular taste, texture, feeling- anything less was for the lower castes of his kind.

But this world, this city was rich with prey.
It was just a matter of time.
He let his hunger grow to add an edge to it, slowly sharpen it to a thin line of pain.
He let his hunger grow slowly, to sharpen it to a thin line of pain.

It was different from the last time and the time before that.

Each time it changed, necessitating in a search for a particular prey, one more complax, more succulent, sweeter than before.

He opened his receptors more, careful not to be overwhelmed by the collective aroma of the human mass around him.

Too little and he would be unable to detect the particular sharpness, the emotional pheromones, he sought that signaled his prey.

Tuning, balance, hunger, restraint, he searched for quality. And found it! There in the crowd.
The alien stalked his prey.