I'll be damned. That isfunny.

Bright sunlight scorched the dirt of the Tombstone Cemetary as a very much alive and kicking Doc Holliday overlooked his former resting place. He checked his chest for wounds and found none

Even his TB was gone. Dusting his trademark hat off, Doc twirled his cane like a baton as he walked merrily on his way whistling a tune when a very elegant woman appeared dressed in purple and gold clothing. Judging by the womans hair color and gentle
features Doc assumed correctly this was no doubt Queen Hippolyta

"Well... To what do I have the pleasure of meetin you on this hot afternoon?" Doc asked quaintly in his thick silver tongued Southern drawl. Giggling coyly, the queen blushed shyly before composing her posture

"It has begun" Hippolyta answered, a scent of foreboding in her tone as Doc immediately realized the reason of his reappearance on the mortal plane.

Legends have spoken of a prophecy that the Queen would soonbore a son of Amazonian and vampiric blood with unheard of powers and a fierce indomnitable will.

Furthermore this halfbreed would one day gather a sizeable army of exemplary unique adventurers like him to challenge and overthrow a cruel barbaric despot with a venomous desire for tyranny and a seething hatred for humankind.

The Gods also said that these heroes would be immortal, immune to all combustible forms of death, have superior strength, uncanny intellect and the powers to defy gravity and so much more

"Where can I find him, your Highness?" Doc asked, Hippolyta snapping her fingers as within seconds Tombstone Arizona was gone.

In its place was Los Angeles California; the City of Angels and the HQ of the many survivors of Handsome Jacks cruel rampage. Doc quickly got out his medicine bag and started his work tending the injured, bleeding, sick, lame and crippled

"I see you're proving my mother right by tending to the innocent" A voice rang out as Doc whirled around and saw a tall man dressed in flowing black with a red lapel in the shape of a cross. His skin normal as every other man. His eyes were green but
in moments of danger or violence could glow hellish red at will.

"Barnabas Collins?" Doc asked, the man nodding with a winning smile. "That is my title. And you sir are John Henry Holliday, trained physician, gunfighter and seasoned gambler" Barnabas replied humorously a grin forming on Docs face

"Well, my good sire, looks like this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship" Doc grinned, putting his arm around Barnabas shoulder as the future monarch and his newly appointed advisor set off to find recruits for the battle to come