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The Bite Mark: A Fictional Narrative

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Mark and I didn't know what to think. To be honest Constantine sounded great. He didn't look crazy or like he was hiding something. I tried my best not to look back into the shop while Mark went into the grocery store across the street. I was waiting outside the car, pretending to text on my phone. Just then Constantine comes out with a bag and comes up to me. "Hey Emy, sorry to bother but I know how much your grandmother likes meat, so here." He gives me a bag of some meat, it looked really good. "Thanks Constantine, but you don't need to do this. I mean, for free? Let me give you something at least." I went into my purse to grab my wallet but he stopped me, clutching my wrist tightly. "Leave. You shouldn't be here." He looked serious. His voice got deeper and he eyed the meat as if there was something else in there that he didn't want anyone to see but me. "Uhm...-" He cut me off abruplty. "I said go!" He yelled at me. His eyes deepened in colour. I took it by surprise and then quickly got into the car. I tried not to look at him but couldn't help a few glances. His eyes were on me like a hawk hunting their prey. I turned on the car and began to drive away from him. I was a couple of blocks away until I realized I had completely forgotten about Mark. When I attempted to make a U turn I failed to notice the car infront of me and I crashed into it. Just then a woman got out of the car and slowly walked over to me, like she didn't care about her car. "You

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