"Yeah, found this guy just coming out of the broken door, with all this old vampire crap. Crosses, a stake, bottle of water, all that shit. I have no idea what this guy is up too, but lock him up. We'll book him for shit tomorrow. He's definitely doing time or service for breaking and entering, we just need to find out how else this guy fucked up."
And with that, to a cell in the police station you go, and you know in the morning, your not going to have a good time. Your not quite sure what else they'll find in that vampire slayer kit you made from scratch, but your sure your at least going to get intent to commit murder, or something like that.
You see, you always believed in the supernatural, about vampires, specifically. Then you started hearing about the brutal murders and missing person's reports congregated around your neighborhood. You stayed vigilant, and tried to prep yourself in case you were a target. Then, you noticed your neighbor being strange. First off, you never really saw him, unless he was running off to work during the night shift. He was one of those first aid ambulance guys. This time around, however, you saw some blood on his shirt. He said he was butchering his deer from hunting, sure, but with these murders and lost popping up, you decided to look around his place. Just check things out, just in case. A break-in would fit right in to the other things going on, so no worries, right?
Then, while you were breaking in the house, a cop car came rolling around. What great luck was that. So now, you're in jail, and based on what you had with you, probably going in for attempted murder, too. What a great night.
So while you sat in there, wallowing in your self-misery, you hear some goof start talking to you. "Eh, man, look at what the popo brought in. Some middle class cracka who think he's got shit down. You know what, you got nothing. You ain't nothin, so dont act like you somethin, got it. Otherwise, I'll shank dat fat ass a yours, yea hea?"
Someone then spoke. "Yeah, this guy's funny, thinking he's some badass thug. Fuck him. So, what's your name, and what did you do to get here? Name's Lloyd, my gang got set up by some undercover fuck at a car parts shop. The gang's been separated, and sent to different prisons, and I'm last in line. What about you? Be honest, I'm the only bastard giving a fuck about you right now anyway, so I deserve some damn honesty for once, I'd say."