"A long time ago... farther now than it seems, in a place that perhaps you've seen in your dreams..." _ -the nightmare before christmas- THere once was a young spaniard noble whose father left the country to be ambassador . Living in England, He soon called for his son, his daughter, and his loving wife. The years wetn by fashionably well as the boy became a man, and attended the universities for some time. He became distant after a duel with another man that shoud lhave ended his life. Less than a year later... he disappeared... but thats what the father told the world. and that is were our story woudl have ended if not for a strange twist of fate twenty five years ago. The newspaper made a big fuss over it, an entire team of british archeologists, murdered in cold blood, throats cut and bled out all over the tomb of an old crypt, deep below the surface behind an abandoned mansion east of yorkshire. For five weeks, news streamed as legend of vampires and serial killer maids ran rampant. there was only one truth though. they had opened a coffin.. and whatever was inside.. was NOT there when the bodies were found. Seventeen years pass, and a new coorporation takes root somewhere in eastern canada by the ocean. A rich young man stays well hidden in the coorporate ladder as the stocks rise, and so do his riches. Now, The year is 2011, september in a small city. a place nobody ever bothers to remember the name of... a stormy night becomes an illustrious day. another day... just another day. or so it would seem. ------------------------------------------ The sun danced through teh willows of the park by the old manmade lake full of fish and turtles. It woudln't take long for a well rounded individual to appreciate the amount of preserrvation to naturethat was offered up tot eh public here. Such things are easily overlooked in most cases though. A man in unremarkable clothing found himself awakening to the world after a short nal beneath on the these trees. His head bobbed up slightly, and rested against the greying bark of the aging tree. Scarce shadows seemed to dance around him impishly, never really revealing his entire face at any one time to passersby. Nobody seemed to notice, however, because he had been thereon and off for more than a week now, staring at the water, always underneath the shade of the same dull willow in the same dull park, between the Main college campus, and the off-site dormitories. His long hair was let loose around him, and his trenchcoat was not off-season in the chilly morning air of the september day. He heaved a sigh and stared at the sunlight glistening off the water.