“Dammit,” he mutters, seeing the cop car behind him. Third time this week. He pulls over and rolls the window down as the cop approaches.
”What’s the problem, officer?”
”Could you step out of the car, sir?”
He does. “Am I under arrest?”
”Actually, I’m not a cop.”
He freezes at these words and turns slowly, expecting to see a gun, but instead he sees a monster with fangs.
As the creature lunges at him, he catches sight of the real cop, dead in the passenger seat.
When he awakens later, his sire gives him a new name.