At sunset the following evening, three of the four vampires gathered in the main chamber.

David was pacing round and round the broken fountain, a piece of paper clutched in his gloved hand. "Where the hell is he?"

Marko smirked, glancing at Dwayne. "Oh, he just wants to be fashionably late, make a grand entrance." David shook his head and snarled a few curse words.

Someone made a noise from the side entry. Paul cleared his throat, again. "Oh!" Marko grinned and pulled two kazoos from his jacket pocket, tossing one to Dwayne. Far from being in sync, they blew on them to make a facsimile of a trumpeting noise. It didn't produce a proper effect but it was perfect for Paul…

…Who strode into the room in a dusty top hat he'd found in one of the back caves and a sash that read "El Presidente" clearly scrawled in crayon (which he'd also found in one of the back caves.)

"Oh holy hell." David crushed his face into his gloved hands. Marko snickered. Dwayne elbowed Marko. Paul kept his chin raised and strode over to David, who was still not looking.

"Can we do the swearing in?"

"No."

Paul pouted. "Why not?!"

"There is no swearing in! You're not an elected official! You won on a crooked dice game!" David shot glares at Dwayne and Marko. "I heard that bit about the dice, morons." Marko and Dwayne instantly looked suddenly intent on the dust particles floating in the firelight.

"You're still letting me do this?" Paul furrowed his brow, looking at David carefully.

"Will you throw a fit if I don't?"

"Yes."

"There's your answer." David rolled his eyes and tried to smooth out the now-crumpled ball of paper in his fist. "All right, here are the ground rules. You are leader in name only; anything that would be a drastic change or decision still falls under my watch. This means in no way can you force any of us to do something moronic, like get pack tattoos or shave our heads or go on a killing spree. Anything that could harm us or get us killed is out. You've only got this job until sun up. Got it?"

Paul nodded. "That it?"

"Yeah."

Paul smiled. "And if there was a change that needed to be made by the pack? Like voting on dinner or where we go?"

David sighed. "That's not a major decision. A major decision would be, say, pack tattoos. Which NO we are NOT getting tattoos."

Paul nodded again. "All right. Agreed then."

"You're not gonna make me shake hands again, are you?" David eyed Paul suspiciously.

"Nope," Paul smiled broadly at David. David shuddered.

"I'm going to regret…"

"First vote of the night!" Paul shouted. "I vote we make David the grunt!"

"Seconded!" Dwayne shouted.

"Aye!" Marko howled.

"WAIT A MINUTE!" David roared.

"Motion carried! David is our grunt for the night!" Paul patted David's shoulder, removing his hand just in time. "Let's all go to the Boardwalk, boys!"

Paul ditched the top hat and sash, headed up topside towards their bikes. Wisely, Marko and Dwayne cut a wide swath around David and followed, snickering softly. David sighed, alone in the Cave.

"I'm going to kill him."